You know, there are people like mirrors,
They reflect other people's thoughts.
It's probably like a game of chance,
Reflect them by unknown persons.
They don't do what's right,
They just reflect someone's life,
And follow us unconsciously
Because that's how we used to live.
Someone has to show them,
Where is the light and where is the darkness,
Not just allow it to reflect,
And to see yourself in distorting mirrors.
People-mirrors don't have trust.
This feeling is simply unknown to them.
Such a person never missed
Opportunities to be a mirror.
You look at them and they are empty.
Your reflection is dim in them.
In their eyes there are only dead fires,
And instead of their faces, they have a white spot.
Go away, people-mirrors,
I don't like copies!
Go away, I didn't ask you here,
You are like a creature of laudanum!
Categories:
laudanum, emotions, mirror, people,
Form: Blank verse
Celia Ann Blaylock, one of Alice’s doves
Plied her talents when the Wild West was
A Hooker, a hussy, streetwalker, floozy
a strumpet. Loose woman, whatever, a doozy
and then she met Wyatt, a man with a star
while working in Tombstone at Alice’s bar
she called him her husband, he called her his wife
she thought she had made for herself a new life
but after the gunfight and his brother was dead
old Wyatt took off for the Southwest instead
and Celia Ann Blaylock was left on her own
and back to the life she had previously known
Addicted to laudanum for the pain in her head
Celia Ann Blaylock then ended up dead
Categories:
laudanum, addiction,
Form: Rhyme
He sat on the bed of roses
They were spread in a confused manner
Certainly intrepid in their graciousness
Their petals waning at their edges
And there alone, he sank into another
She was distant in his dream
He was imagining all the need, the drunkness
Like he had had a dose of laudanum
Conspicuously poising itself on his solemn sorrow
With the wit he had left and the sanity he could collect,
He made for the drawer
Collected a collage of her dresses
And marred together with the roses
The red, the yellow, the white,
Her best colors made him another cushy bed
Kitumba
Categories:
laudanum, depression,
Form: Free verse
From ancient blackened earth our lives emerged
Affirming eon's cycling through soil's time
But in the end all creatures had diverged.
Though ash and cinder oft contributes grime
To rising zephyr souls whose breaths are numb,
The weathercock and vane, when tossed by clime,
Expel arrays of song with cogent thrum
And sweep away gray residues to place
on this sad groaning land a laudanum.
Our tingling bodies rise and fall with grace
At measured rates and epics of no date
Hold myths instilling dramas to embrace.
Each moment burns a candlewick of fate.
Our nurture and our nature maybe blurred
Yet our atomic cells that did not wait.
From slime to flesh and blood genetics stirred.
Man's science know what brought each life to birth
But not the why existence had occurred.
Now we are stewards tending to our Earth.
This we must do with highest care and worth.
Categories:
laudanum, earth, environment,
Form: Terza Rima
No more water hosing or truncheons beaten on bare feet,
no nightsticks cracking skulls on Bowery streets.
No cold water straitjackets or rubber padded rooms,
no laudanum doses sweeping minds like a broom.
Now its pretentious centers deluxe
brazenly charging big bucks
for twenty-eight days of schmoozing
to turn off the boozing,
and swallowing mega-vitamin pills
to ward off the chills,
or sit in circles with stories to tell
from like-minded survivors of hell.
More humane we're trying to be
even offering treatment for free
but it is still a choice at any cost.
To choose a sober life or, to an early death be lost.
Categories:
laudanum, caregiving, health, water, water,
Form: Couplet