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Under the influence is how you live.
You seem to enjoy being a div.
Not because you lack some charm,
Not because of some past harm.
I'v no idea why you insist on drinking,
Why you refuse to stop from sinking.
On the floor you are once more,
But I wont worry, your up in a hurry.
One drink down and heres the clown,
A few pints more and you feel like a bore.
So "to hell with it" i hear you say,
"I know best how to play".
Solos bound from your guitar,
Did it really have to go this far?
I watch your stool rock side to side,
There it goes your sense of pride.
On the floor just like before,
A place you always seem to adore.
I'll leave you there just a while,
As you choke on your own sweet bile.
The crowd dont notice,
While you pose for photos.
To them your just a great night out,
But me, i'll always want you about.
Perhaps with your liver still intact,
For this is just a simple fact.
You like to drink thats for sure
I dont think we'll find a cure.
Lets stay in, just for tonight.
No wine, no beer, no big fight.
No free drinks, no fans to shout,
Just you and me,
Please, lets not go out.
I'll color you in red
My blood is in my hands
Your vision blurs
When you look
At me in pictures
My arms cut wide open
The drugs in my veins pour
I drink down the alcohol
It makes me bleed more
I'm up to my knees in
My own blood pool
Lemme take this pill
To see a different world
I choke it down
But it does no good
Why can't I die
IMmortally misunderstood?
Unkillable
Until I am
Only if i could
Until I succeed it's
The end...
The End...
Damn that's what joy
Feels like
I forget that a gray world
Would look prettier in red
I die every night,
Alone in my bed
Screaming and clawing
At these thoughts in my head
I tear off my flesh
Until theres just nothing left
Slit my thoughts on my
Last breath
It doesn't matter if it's still fresh
I died tomorrow a long time
Ago.
Ago...
Ago my words meant something
My life felt something
Goddess that became nothing
Except!
Only dread
Misread
This pain is
Left in my hands
Red
Red. Red. Red.
It's red again
Burnt finger tips
of the red fire
Now extinguished
Those that matter
Touched and turned to ash
So its only that
I love you so much
To let you go
Grant me the same manner
Or leave me in sorrow
Just remember love isnt red
Red is the color of what I left
Twas on a night of December
The 25th, I do remember
When a young man knelt inside his house
Alcoholic drink, down his throat spent
It was easy for me to know where his thoughts went
For here he told his secrets deep
Here he cried about wife and children lost
About his heart, a bitter chunk of frost
About his friends who now shun him
About his car which he did wreak
Which his insurance did not give a speck
And his house which was in shambles
Here he yelled, to God, to anyone could hear him
To anyone and anything he’s seen on film
To everyone who has existed, even those dead
But most of all he cried to me
I, Death, he did not want to flee
But he was not on my list
Now this you must understand
I would not have stopped here without some demand
For I was not due at his door
Some people to death do crawl
Especially after some big fall
But he merely needed one small push
So I knelt by his form
And soothed his raging storm
With a hug given, both real and felt
Here I had awakened the fire bright
I returned in him his desperate fight
And melted his icy heart
His heart, though still sore
Prompted his thanks to implore
To those forces to him unknown
While his soul I will one day keep
Right then only two words did I reap
The two words “forgive me”
And the “please” didn’t hurt
Paul was alright when we last met;
Various promises to each other,we had made.
The last time I heard from him,
He was pleading with me not to join his team.
What team? I knew not what he meant!
So,away from his request,my life; I bent.
Three days passed without hearing from Paul.
Do worriers like him secretly fall?
He had alot strangling him where I was not;
Was he kidnapped? Did he die in a homicide? I thought.
The next time I had about him,he had given up;
His wings of strength on which I sat while he flew around,he could no longer flap.
To the throne of death,he had bowed and given in,
Like he knew not how painful it would be for me; like drowning in sin.
Where I wasn't,Paul purchased poison.
He thought not about his family, for example Jason;
His only brother that got his support entirely from him.
We don't understand why he would watch his light grow dim,
While he closed his eyes never to open them again.
He forced the drink down his throat like he expected more gains!
He wriggled in pain like a caterpillar.
Helplessly,he breathed his last as it fell on him; his pillar!
Stiff like the corpse he was,froth surrounding his mouth,
He lay dead on the ground unable to feel the tickle of a louse.
Paul had the power to change whatever he was going through.
He could reverse his difficulties with all he had; this is absolutely true.
How I wish he had fought a little bit harder!
How I wish he had held on and climbed more up his ladder!
It was at that point that i understood what he meant by team;
Under no circumstances did he want me to give in!
We shall live to celebrate his life, for he had a beautiful soul.
Wherever he is,I know he will be by my side,holding my hand as I grow tall,
In fulfillment of our dream. Witnessing me grow tall.
The band was loud, but in the other room and the bar was jammed.
He set his drink down a little too hard and it over-sloshed a bit.
“Run away with me,” he said, spreading his arms wide, “I’m done with school!”
“Well.. you graduated - that’s why you’re done,” she said, somewhat confused.
“We share a gravity, you and I - we’re.. we’re like aligned suns,” he romanticized.
“You should’ve majored in sales.” she said, sipping her own beer.
“Our love is so real, so raw - it's pure and yet - so street.”
“We have ‘love cred’?” She asked doubtfully.
“Wherever we go, we'll navigate that urban maze, hand in hand, we’ll OWN those concrete streets, we’ll paint our own graffiti!
“Have you snorted something?’
“No matter what life throws at us, we’ll face those challenges head-on and we'll stay united.”
“Have you been practicing this?” She asked
“We’ll swagger,” he said, “our love will be timeless..”
“And rhymeless,” she interjected hopefully.
“Together, we’ll be urban legends..” he continued.
“Like Bonnie and Clyde?” she asked, making a yuck face.
“We’ll be living art,” he said dreamily.
“Sounds dope.” She admitted.
“Then you’ll DO it?” He asked.
“Until Monday,” she said, nodding in assent, “classes start on Monday,” she shrugged.
“It was worth a shot.” he said stoically, after a moment.
“It was a good pitch’” she said, taking his hand in hers.
“I didn’t oversell - I wasn’t too pushy?”
“No, you were right there,” she assured him.
“Maybe next time,” he said.
“Yeah, maybe next time”
They kissed.
Redmon Yost lived in Iowa
with mother and siblings,
the oldest of seven children
had just turned seventeen.
His pa had passed on two years back,
Redmon had gone to work,
punching cows at Holloway’s Ranch,
long hours made bones hurt,
but pay was good
and all relied
on what he earned,
so he did ride.
Had no room to drink down his pay
or in the saloons lurks.
Redmon differed from his partners
in that he had no gun,
his family were all Quakers,
he was forbidden one.
They ribbed him about that sometimes,
but he paid them no heed,
Ma said turning the other cheek
beat making pour sols bleed.
She said it was
the law of God,
so Redmon rode
without a rod,
and this town was a quiet spot,
so Redmon saw no need.
Until the day an outer ranch
was hit, the men away,
the bandits took horses and cash
in the bright light of day.
News ran fast across the prairie,
a true posse was formed,
but the trail was lost by the men
in sudden prairie storm.
A twister was
no little thing,
no robbers would
be seen to swing,
And everybody hoped that life
would return to the norm.
But normalcy was not to be,
a stage was hit that weak,
old Amos Tanner was gunned down
while driving to get free,
then came a string of robberies,
a murder and two rapes.
Who did this? Nobody could tell,
the town was fit to break,
Redmon saw the
increasing harm,
began to think
of going armed,
but his mother cried,”No, you fool!
Don’t join in with their hate!”
This didn’t make much sense to him,
did God want them to die?
Peace was great, but what evil man
just nodded and passed by?
If God have given him this life,
if it was his great gift,
would He turn and say,”I forbid
you from defending it.”
But mother said,
“It is his will,”
But did He mean
To get folks killed?
Redmon couldn’t believe He would,
and those thoughts made a rift.
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Daffodils are oh so hard to grow
In soil hardened by lost souls
Meadow larks are fast asleep
Do not disturb the passing hours
Don’t drink down oceans resting
Or step on land mines slumbering
Planted in our dreams we keep them safe
For their own sake we bury them
Ornery crows scream in discontent
Wake the state of harmony
Rusted devices planted years ago in holes
Hide by design in places meant for flowers
Below the surface of the mind
Just as potent and just as old
Alarmed by vibrations or slightest of sounds
Please don’t step on land mines
It would be a crime to wake the sparrow
It would be an atrocity
So keep it quiet when you explode
We must keep the peace you know
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You hurt me
I wish I could hurt you back
I really wish I could
With all my heart and soul
I wish I could inflict pain
Searing....scathing...ascorbic pain
I wish I could force you to taste
The salt of the tears
Not a lick
Gulp them down
So many....
Drink down the tears
I cry in my pillow
I wish you could feel
The wracking of my sobs
I wish you could travel
Down the corridors
Of my tortured mind
I wish you could feel the slow
Suffocation of a soul
Desolate and alone
You hurt me
I wish I could hurt you
Make you feel
What nonentity feels like
Transparency
A voice screaming
yet unheard
Above inner demon voices
Which screech and laugh
YOU'RE NOT LOVED
You gave your all
YOUR ALL
You have nothing left to give
and it wasn't enough
You are NOTHING
NOTHING AT ALL
You hurt me
I wish I could hurt you
I wish it would be ok
To hunt you down
To slap you around
To make you feel PAIN
To drive YOU insane
To take back what I gave
To forget your name
Ahhhhh....your name
It used to make me tingle
Now it brings me shame
You hurt me
I wish I could hurt you
I wish I wish I wish
I could make you pay
For taking away
The best part of me
My sense of beauty
You hurt me
Damn you
Damn you to hell
For I know
I have no power
To ever hurt you
For only love
Can bring pain
You hurt me
I hope she hurts you too!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Pulling up in front of the address on the girl’s information,
I wondered again why I could not decline her invitation.
I saw the girl pull to the curb and exit her car.
Rushing to catch her, I was somehow sight marred
and lost her, but I saw the manor’s doors were open.
Coming in with, ‘Hello?’, my voice rose as doors closed.
Looking around at decay, I saw a note on a stand.
It read, ‘Drink this as I did, then find the Baby Grand.’
The girl must have inked this, so I sipped my drink down.
Suddenly, the manor filled with haunting piano sounds.
Heading towards the source, I stumbled off my course,
and heard shrill laughter when I tripped on my purse,
But, NOT HER laughter, so I asked, my teeth a’chatter,
“Who .. whaa – where ..” A piano tone groaned, “I am the girl
as you are me, and we three were once the sum of one,
until evil done allowed only one-third of us to view sun.”
The tone went on, “you now sleep deep and this night,
dark sights will guide your truth to abandon your aloof
and you will recall how you always stall your return,
leaving me overlong to burn for our body I so yearn."
Now nude, licking missed lips. her woman voice continued,
"Wee girl of third is too torture numbed to escape like us.
Now, do enjoy your body-less time as Baby Grand jacked,
because it may be centuries before I bring our body back."
... CayCay Jennings
January 20, 2019