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WRITTEN IN DRUGS OF RAIN
Unscrupulous vulture-like officials standing inside skyscrapers;
they croon softly, but wield their pretentious tongues like blades--
casting spells on a throng of marginalized heads
whose mouths and bellies were squeezed and dried.
The promises they speak were written in a drugged rain
blown by the wind and dispersed in grains of misconception.
Beguiled man bit the taste and was addicted without haste.
(candle of hope was trampled --toppled down to fade..)
Secretly, these greedy, flesh -eating crocodiles of today
collude under wooden tables.
Their lust for gold and silver screaming,
they fill their jars of wickedness;
voraciously they feed their minds-- harlots of desire.
The big bellied ones whistle trying to clamp
leeches who don't only suck blood but also innocence;
but when the cluster of eggs break-- hatches
as they run so fast and release a loud.... prrrrt!
The misuse of drugs and ignorance cause
bodies to be spread in dirty smelly gutters.
The users mutilated dignity comes from a constant craving for
shots and puffs from these drugs leading to
gruesome miscarriage of suppose to be~~
--golden flowering dreams for tomorrow,
--transformers to a more unified earth,
--angels bearing an eye for justice and peace.
Manifold arrests for drugs affect the youth
and all others who grasp the illusions of euphoria.
Concerned individuals' throat drying cries, a forlorn scourge of agony...
Oh God, what sight that will be!
And now,
Shall we, knowledgeable of the effects of drug addiction, let such things happen?
Won't we drubbed such escalated catena of grief by doing something?
What can we impart?
What can we do to care?
When will we start?
©O. E. Guillermo
8:44 pm; November 13, 2014
Sponsor Debbie Guzzi
Contest Name Global Poetry
placed 3rd
A rock and blues guitarist and lyricist and singer,
Whose harmonic music and songs, in environs, linger;
One of the hundred guitarists of all times and seasons,
Clapton's musical art surpasses all human reasons...!
'Yardbirds', 'John Mayall & the Bluesbreakers', and then by himself,
He, like a sage, searched for the real music in itself;
"Layla", "Tears in Heaven", "Change the World", and "My Father's Eyes"
His fame, like heavy rain clouds ready to rain, reached the highs...!
Awardee of eighteen Grammy Awards; (Brits and CBE too),
Like a swan separates water from milk, rhythms he went through;
A three-time inductee to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame,
His art, like free birds, flew beyond every detention frame...!
Any broken string of his guitar, he replaced on stage,
On the broken string or on the guitar he had no rage;
A wounded healer of alcohol and drug addiction,
His guitar, like a doctor, healed him of his self-friction...!
"Sunshine of Your Love", "White Room", "Crossroads", and the great "Goodbye,
Did his music fail to make his fans feel a lullaby?
Researching, as a true scientist, throughout his lifetime,
Eric Patrick Clapton, no doubt, shifted the paradigm...!!!
19 May 2023
Joe Bonamassa and Influencers Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Sad but true
People are quick to judge, they see my tattoos, my personal art on a canvas of what was me before all the crap has drug me down to the deepest the depths, and yet I manage to always emerge from the pain, loss and heartache. The doc says I have PTSD and bipolar depression from it, although I somehow manage a smile to passersby even if it is fake, I attempt to make others days a little brighter. Drug addiction alcoholism couldn't even hold me down for long because I know I am better than that some days it's a struggle to force myself out of bed but in my head, I sing broken because I gather the shattered pieces and glue myself back together. Sad but true disturbed is my mind in my dreams just a little stronger every day. Purple haze smoke enters my lungs as I lay back listening to sitting on the dock of the bay wanting to be their pole and my toes in water, wondering what tomorrow holds!
Born in Aberdeen Washington
where he hung out,
“Underneath the bridge,
the tarp has sprung a leak”
Taught himself to play guitar,
liked to smoke some weed,
“And the animals I’ve trapped
have all become my pets”
Started writing songs,
had very deep meaning,
“And I’m living off of grass
and drippings from the ceiling”
Formed the band Nirvana
with some of his buddies,
“But it’s ok to eat fish,
cause they don’t have any feelings”
“Something in the way”
boy he’s got ambition,
“Something in the way yeah”
unwavering conviction,
“Something in the way”
chronic stomach condition,
“Something in the way yeah”
impending perdition.
Records started to sell
superstardom beckoned,
“Underneath the bridge,
the tarp has sprung a leak”
Took the billboard chart by storm,
Grunge had found its champion,
“And the animals I’ve trapped
have all become my pets”
Money started to come in,
met ‘Courtney Love’ it seems,
“And I’m living off of grass,
and drippings from the ceiling”
Got married had a child,
They named her Frances Bean,
But it’s ok to eat fish,
cause they don’t have any feelings.
“Something in the way”
by your own admission.
“Something in the way yeah”
is it drug addiction,
“Something in the way”
rehab with no remission,
“Something in the way yeah”
a round of ammunition.
Nothings in the way,
they can feel you breathing,
Board spells out your name
a very eerie feeling,
Gun went off by mistake
is the wound still healing,
Sigrid’s seance was no fake,
I am so believing,
A voice of burning nails
exorcising demons,
Goodbye Kurt Cobain
tarp was only weeping.
By
David Kavanagh
Inspired by
Sigrid Ermine poem
Called by Cobain seance
Lyrics “something in the way” by,
Kurt Cobain.
First before you say anything, I'm in love with my husband but the drug addiction gets hard to watch. *Possible trigger warning*
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Bongs, bubbles and needles...
Awake days, even weeks on end
Losing you slowing it's taking you from us...
Sleeping alone to sleepless nights
When will you wake up...
Childhood pain, losing those you care about, so much sadness
Numbing the pain to cope...
Slowly fading away, pulling, pushing...
Though I know the reason I do not know the hold that it has on your soul...
Please come back to us, losing you is a nightmare only getting worse by the day...
By your side always, forever protecting you. I love you my love!
In so few years, he had helped many lives
In so little time, his family and his world caved in
He was a husband, father of four, and mentor to me
He had a measure of fame on the streets, and in the church
He wrote a book about the sad saga of drug addiction in Chicago*
Success, just over the horizon, was his payment for all the sacrifices
But a sinful secret was revealed as he dreamed and uttered his passion
A dear friend heard it and confronted him; His walls quickly fell, and I cried
10242017 PS Contest, 6 To 8-Melody Of Sadness, Nette Onclaud
*1973 Book title, White Black Man
Look at me what do you see.
A reflection in my eyes of your tormented lies.
Look deeper what do you see.
The reflection that you look at is you not me.
Listen can you hear that.
It’s the sound of my breaking soul twisted tormented and full of woe.
Listen closer that is the echoes of my demons that haunt me.
In the darkness of the night deliver me to Lucifer it cries it cries.
Look at me what do you see.
Secrets lies and torment and need.
Downed to the darkest hole, judge me not you do not know.
How I came to this place all alone.
Lost it all to a sweeter dose.
Now I live in dark torment.
With battles of heartbreak.
And torture and death.
Judge me not you do not see.
The bearing of my soul to thee.
Take me out and far away.
I cry to the demons that flow in my veins.
Deep in my veins the sweet juice hurts.
Engulfing my spirit my heart and my flame.
Help me god it’s too much pain.
Look at me what do you see.
A darkened demon that needs to be free.
Lay your hand upon my chest.
Does u feel that?.
It’s the tremors of my breaking heart.
Encapsulated by the demon juice.
Slowly dying dear god it hurts.
Listen can you hear me.
I wish it would let me go.
To a nicer kinder place I'd flow.
Gone from the darkness battles won.
No sweetness in my veins.
But calm logic thoughts.
Release me demons let me be.
Untwist my soul and set me free.
And next time you listen to the demons within.
Remember my story so easily begun.
For the reflection you see in this twisted soul.
Played happily and carefree in days of old.
Before the days the "gear" grabbed hold.
So listen to my last lament.
The torture.
The pain.
And all of the hurt.
The bitter sweet that runs through your veins.
Will twist you.
Will haunt you.
And make you insane.
He was raised by different indigenes,
After being embedded in specialized tissue,
Those moments were tough,
And in fact, it wasn`t easy for the mum,
Did you recall that point the dad was contemplating in hard times?
That was all about their child’s successfulness to arrive in a failing world,
Perhaps, the couples never stationed their class on dignation and confidence,
Because all over their positions were seen panic and indigence,
From the prime time of their worthiness,
The family had their story written on board of joy and gratefulness,
Effort opened door for the child to be learned,
The child was impelled to stay victorious bit by bit when knew she was grabbing a career she always altered,
Like a joke said by a drunkard, it was just a meep rimmed,
Panting untimely was due to dribbles from blowing wind,
New season arrived when the family got asserted to be placed on broken home,
Everyone had no choice than to feel alone,
Except the child who chose to climb the ladder before she broke her heart bone,
The ladder was “drug addiction life”,
It was “immoral life”’
Then what else?
“Desertion”, that was the significance of the ladder,
On a wrong path the child walked, joined a queue that laid a faulty hand making her a blunderer,
Who advocated a topic of caring for her?
Nobody searched for her whereabouts,
Since both parents were remarried, she was left in a drought,
It`s very sad, because her life turned into a bout,
After sojourning in vagrancy,
She was shot on the field of robbery,
And now her body is still in the morgue,
Whilst investigators inquire about what went wrong.
But who deserves the blame?
As I sit here and silently wait, I can only think this isn't love, it must be hate.
I've been lost in your tantalizing charms,
and all I want to do is feel you in my arm.
When I close my eyes, nightmares only terrorize.
I wake in cold sweats, violent shakes, and with a heart that only knows how to break.
Best of friends we used to be, back when I was young, happy, and free.
Now it seems you only enjoy to hunt, taunt, and terrorize me.
I longed for you every moment,
I begged for you on bended knee.
I crave for you all the time.
God, please give me the strength to break free.
I'm sure there was a time before you and me.
Those days have been wiped from my memory.
I've heard people say there's no way to break free, that you'll eventually be the death of me.
I put my foot down here and now.
You will not hold my hand down into the ground.
You will not be the spade they use to dig my hole, or the dirt they cover me with when I'm done and cold.
I will live longer than just 33.
Meth, you will not be the death of me.
Philippines is in great danger right now
I sense deceitfulness and betrayal here
My leader is feeling great and proud
It seems everything is in control
He's doubling the greatness of his father
Not in economy, infrastructures or legacy
But in name shame, ill public trust issues
Unabated corruption, nepotism and drug addiction
I sense police suppression, abuse of power
Rampant human right violation in highlight
People are not blind to see leader's fallibility
Of course not, my leaders have their heydays
Powerful, untouchable in its high evil ways
I feel if people react on the street with rages
It's easy to declare a National emergency
Put it in heightened red alert to the extreme
Declaring force the state to Martial Law
Which is patterned to his Father's declaration
Much worse undeclared but under silent Marx rule.
World Leaders are looking my country terribly
With judgment under craziness and maligning
Is my leader sane or in moron condition
I hope not but very impressively foolish to say
It's not even normal to say they're in demon possession
I sense there's no living justice system here
As if the 3 government branches are colluding
When our former leaders are deprive their rights
What's the protection of the laws for the lowly
Where would my people go in case of chaos
Hope China, US and Russia would help us
What would happen to my country this time
What if my people fight and find peace by revolt
Where would my family, my friends, and my kin go
Who do we turn to but God Almighty for prayer
Would there be sacrificial lamb to appease rage
Where would be another hero to unite my people
Would there be civil war to make this country unite
Would there be division among regions be made
Think my leader where which to find solution
Think my people what kind of country we want to be.