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Drug Addiction and suicide are no joke.
Some people find it entertaining when those individuals croak.
Recovering and living I've seen both sides
I just wish people could live their lives.
Whether it's a pill, powder, or a needle
This epidemic can be unspeakable.
Whether it's a rope, gun, or a razor.
Society can make you feel crazier.
The addictions and the feelings are real
But unfortunately not everyone can heal
These things are not one bit bias.
Our surroundings are what supply us.
I've lost many to these addictions.
I was lucky enough to leave these conditions.
Ones I've loved and lost I wont forget.
Not helping more is definitely a regret.
There was a boy that was 18yrs old.
His heart not one bit cold.
Always laughing and smiling.
But on the inside he was dying.
He couldn't deal with the pain no more.
He felt it deep inside of his core.
At home he took a gun to his head.
That's where his parents found him dead.
There was a girl that was 22yrs of age.
Always in life she was engaged.
Her huge hugs that held me tight.
It seemed her life was full of light.
But then one day just changed it all.
I guess she felt she couldn't fall.
A needle in her arm led her to an overdose.
Lost yet another one that was so close.
A hard working man 37 and strong.
Always made people fell like they belong.
Family was his always his number one.
He got clean and figured he was done.
But the addiction took over one night.
Unfortunately he couldn't keep the fight.
The needle took him to a new place.
Now our earth cant ever see his face.
Beautiful and young another one.
Always happy and free and we had fun.
We would joke and laugh through the night.
Life had its struggles and that was in sight.
She couldn't continue on no more.
Her insides became way to sore.
She took her own life in a blink of an eye.
Didnt tell anyone she wanted to die.
26 a mother, still young and free.
Always was a happy smile she could see.
She had no fears in the world.
Everything in life must have twirled.
She gave in to her addictions.
She believed in every last conviction.
Her life was taken by an overdose.
There's no set lethal dose.
They dont all end bad, some turn out right.
Some are accidental, others are what's in sight.
But education and understanding is key.
If lowering the count is what we want to see.
Here come try this you will have soo much fun.
You will loose everything you have every material posession and every loved one.
Up all night riding bicycles and treasure hunting through other people’s trash.
Cuz ya don’t make any money getting high but have to come up with some ing cash..
Every day ya wake up same ing bull same routine.
ing someone’s stolen your how you wish ya never did this and ya were clean.
Chasing after something that doesn’t give a about you but your jonesing needing to get high.
Eating what ya can and selling what ever ya can to get by.
Alienating loved ones cuz ya don’t want them seeing you this way.
Til one day they are gone and your still stuck reliving each day..
Cuz they will eventually get sick of your and you will blame them cuz they turned there back on you.
You burned bridges more than just one but a few.
Depression will creep in there is no more fun to be had
Wishing you had listened to your mom and your dad.
if ya only knew then what ya know now you wouldn’t be on this course you would be straight.
But that ain’t the truth ya knew deep down but ya decided this fait.
Too big of a coward to face your problems like a man.
So ya drown out the pain the best that you can.
But the closet became to full of bones and the doors were pushed open.
You can’t hide no more you cant be fixed your too broken.
So you go and try something stronger to help you to cope.
No one to listen your only friend ya confided in was the dope.
And it’s turned it’s back on you it won’t help hide all those tears.
Your stuck all alone to face your past and your fears.
But this all started out one day with a choice you knew ya shouldn’t have made.
A choice to do something stupid ya were told not to since probably first grade.
But I can do what ever I want nothing controls me.
If that was the truth everyone would be clean and there would be no one unhappy.
But hey what do I know I’m just a junkie looser with a finger And a screen.
Typing away about he knows nothing about and things he’s never seen.
I wish this was true cuz this is my ing misery every day .
To lost to ask for forgiveness and to proud to get on my knees and pray.
Hate who the I became and barely recognize myself anymore.
But hey can’t ing wait to see what tomorrow has in store.
Into Darkness She Had So Sadly And Swiftly Fallen
( A Very Sad Tale With No Fairytale Ending )
There in the dark cold room, emptiness and sorrow
Hung like a noose awaiting its next dying soul
Like youth that dares not to wait for next tomorrow
Was that broken heart suffering its greatest toll.
An epic tragedy of Shakespearian might
A fallen angel, writhing in throes of despair
To be sure she was indeed a very poor sight
Clad in torn dress with her dirty dishwater hair!
In that sad place that time, doomed to meet her end
Amidst the hovel and willfully silent walls
Alone and starving, devoid of care and her friend
Into the chasm of agony fell her weak calls.
She that had once dazzling beauty and her great fame
Now a fallen angel, tormented by her sin
Without home or even a penny to her name
Begging death's dark-hand, anything to the hurt end!
As that midnight bell sounded with its sadden strokes
She turn to gaze at the full moon beaming so bright
Gone were the friends, the parties and the gayest jokes
There lay she in the mess of her pitiful sight.
No courageous white-knight came to her rescue
There in the corner stood that monster laughing loud
Of its evil-cast origins she had not a clue
Always above its ugly head hung a black cloud!
Time was fast ticking, she said her final sad words
She was there with her beloved snow-white horses
In the open plains riding with the racing herds
Towards the gold castle that held the sweetest voices.
Dawn rays found her frozen body, her eyes bound shut
The monster had flown her to its hideous lair
Its razor sharp claws had gifted the ending cut
She was at final rest no longer in its wicked snare!
Robert J. Lindley, 12-14-2020
Rhyme, Composed In Tribute to - R.S. Thomas…
( Doom Brought On By Drug Addiction- Death As Its Monster Feeds )
Note: The year was 1977, my friend was in mourning for his beautiful cousin.
She had ran away the year before with her drug crazed idiotic boyfriend.
A year later she was dead.. As he told it - she died for love-- first came the love for
the idiot boyfriend, the guy that got her hooked on drugs. Then he abandoned her
far away from home to die by herself in a cheap motel room. Life gives us
Choices-- some of them turn out to be deadly.
I've spent the last 7 years trying to find a cure for whatever's wrong with me
The sickness in my head and heart that nobody else can see
The sickness that caused a craving for something i could never find
A sickness that escalated every emotion in my heart and mind
People thought I was attention seeking and completely insane
But what they didn't know is I only did those stupid things as a way to deal with pain
My heart aches for something to fill an empty feeling that won't go away
My brain aches for answers about why I turned out this way
My family gave me the strength and faith to make it through my teenage years
My mum and dad were always there to protect me from my fears
My sisters were there for me too But thought my choices were wrong
I was always to jealous to keep our relationships strong
My relationships have always hurt me and I ended up in pain
They all told me to go kill myself like my emotions were just a game
It didn't matter how many people loved me it was still never enough
So instead of loving people I started loving stuff
I started loving computers, mobiles and everything I could get
I got credit cards and loans I put myself in so much debt
Still the empty feeling was taking over every aspect of my life
Erasing my ability to feel happiness at all and putting me in strife
My family thinks I'm getting better but what they do not know
Is when I am around them I do not let my sadness show
I try not to show my boyfriend but It's too painful to keep my feelings in
So now along with misery and anger i feel guilt for the way I've treated him
How do I know if it's worth it the amount I always try
Maybe this pain will never end, maybe I deserve to die
My diagnosis says my brain was under developed so now I can't deal with pain
I also can't deal with being alone I was destined to turn out insane
I was destined for money problems and drug addiction too
My sickness controls everything in my life, everything I do
I wish My brain couldn't Think and my heart couldn't feel
Maybe feeling nothing would would allow me to heal
My diagnosis says it's not likely to recover so I know I won't be fine
My diagnosis says everything will hurt me, There is no hope for a borderline.
I've spent the last 7 years trying to find a cure for whatever's wrong with me
The sickness in my head and heart that nobody else can see
The sickness that caused a craving for something i could never find
A sickness that escalated every emotion in my heart and mind
People thought I was attention seeking and completely insane
But what they didn't know is I only did those stupid things as a way to deal with pain
My heart aches for something to fill an empty feeling that won't go away
My brain aches for answers about why I turned out this way
My family gave me the strength and faith to make it through my teenage years
My mum and dad were always there to protect me from my fears
My sisters were there for me too But thought my choices were wrong
I was always to jealous to keep our relationships strong
My relationships have always hurt me and I ended up in pain
They all told me to go kill myself like my emotions were just a game
It didn't matter how many people loved me it was still never enough
So instead of loving people I started loving stuff
I started loving computers, mobiles and everything I could get
I got credit cards and loans I put myself in so much debt
Still the empty feeling was taking over every aspect of my life
Erasing my ability to feel happiness at all and putting me in strife
My family thinks I'm getting better but what they do not know
Is when I am around them I do not let my sadness show
I try not to show my boyfriend but It's too painful to keep my feelings in
So now along with misery and anger i feel guilt for the way I've treated him
How do I know if it's worth it the amount I always try
Maybe this pain will never end, maybe I deserve to die
My diagnosis says my brain was under developed so now I can't deal with pain
I also can't deal with being alone I was destined to turn out insane
I was destined for money problems and drug addiction too
My sickness controls everything in my life, everything I do
I wish My brain couldn't Think and my heart couldn't feel
Maybe feeling nothing would would allow me to heal
My diagnosis says it's not likely to recover so I know I won't be fine
My diagnosis says everything will hurt me, There is no hope for a borderline.
Once a free and energetic teenager from a good home with every reason to succeed, she was later offered promises of greater thrills but only given a long ride of deception and lies. Many years ago, Florence was a woman I once knew who lost her freedom.
I was a college student of 19 and worked parttime with a Drug Rehab Program. She was 52 when I met her but had lost the best years of her life before then. There were years of incarceration but that is not the primary freedom robber. She lost her freedom with that first experience with illegal drugs which led her to hard drugs and onto a never-ending path of destruction and captivity.
When I met her in 1969, heroin had taken everything from her except a broken down body willing and ready for anything looking like a remedy from the kingdom of heroin. She came into the program and kicked her addiction 'cold turkey' and soon after the withdrawals, she was sent hundreds of miles away to a more extended recovery program. The next months and years witnessed a great transformation of a woman once born free and full of smiles and laughter but later stripped and torn of peace and happiness.
She later became a mother and healing tonic to many young ladies bound as she had been for most of her life. Florence became the first of many with whom I was privileged to meet and give aid to their recovery. She was my first hands-on introduction to the hard-core street life of drug-infested America.
In the late '60s, with one eye I was witnessing the quest for civil and political freedoms, and with my other eye, I was deep in the trenches with people hungering and longing in a quest to be free from drug addiction. I learned my lessons well from the streets of Chicago.
03262019PoSoupContest, Freedom To Nothing To Something, Delilah Ventura
"When I was a kid my dad left me in a bad way .... he was
in the lives of my sisters and brothers but he wasn't in mine."
Quote by - Beth Hart
Her voice has an innate, inborn, visceral grittiness
dusty, raspy, raw with emotions of pain, aching, torment
and agony, an unstained contralto deep and low, and you
get lost in her voice, gliding on the waves of life with her
her name, Beth Hart, an American blues musician and singer
Born in 1972, Elizabeth (Beth) Hart is from California, USA
at 4 years old she played the piano concentrating on classical
music, like Bach and Beethoven but as she got older she
was playing artists like Etta James, Otis Redding, and Led Zeppelin
she has a magical voice like Janis Joplin and Tina Turner combined
As a young teen she was singing in open mic nights
and was playing clubs at fifteen, in 1993 band search she won
best female vocalist but her success went nowhere as she
became drug addicted, she spent all her winnings and hit bottom
even spent time in a psych ward for bi-polar and drug addiction
Beth has had ups and downs and she managed to have lots of hits
too many to list in this poem, but there are many hits that I fav
like LA Song, Don't Explain, Am I The One and many, many more
she collaborated with Joe Bonamassa and went on tour with him
and together they had hits, she also collaborated with Jeff Beck
Beth controls her addictions with religion and meditation now.
Joe said in an interview," I am totally knocked out by Beth. Here
is a lady who's acting like I'm the cool one and meanwhile I'm thinking
Man, she's got it all ... the next Janis Joplin . . the real deal, you know."
Random lyrics
War In My Mind
by Beth Hart
hollerin' all the time
black in my soul
and its ugly when I cry
there is a war in my soul
blood on the wall
hiding
making love to the
war in my mind
_____________________
May 09, 2023
Poetry/Bio/It's Ugly When I Cry
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1546-229-09
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Beth Hart Inspiration
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged05/09/2023
First Place
The din of darkness,
The cacophony of impostors,
The symphony of ignorance,
The decadence of progress,
Colonial heritage,
The empire of the pharaohs,
The agony of the pyramids,
The ordeal of free men,
The heat of infernal furnaces,
The burden of ancestral tortures,
The cradle of humanities chained to hatred,
The lament of immemorial torments,
The tale of forgotten shadows,
The macabre mass of intertwined destinies,
The accelerated decrepitude of fallen hopes,
The stigmata engraved on the parchment of time,
The funeral howls of a persistent memory,
The sepulchral embrace of an eternal night,
The tumult of trials in the scars of history,
The flashes of an untamed reality,
The epic of souls thirsting for redemption.
Proselytes and orators with fiery ideologies are ready to spark a conflict whose repercussions could shake the very foundations of society.
Land of asylum, sanctuary of xenophobes,
Doors of the chapels of drug addiction,
The reconquest of frustrated nostalgics,
The liberation of supremacist rantings,
The silence of the proletarians,
The promotion of social inequalities,
If monotheism were of divine essence,
Racism, slavery and colonization
Were not going to be sanctified,
In their so-called holy rags.
The conspirators demonize the plots of the marginalized,
The manipulators have an army of fanatical parrots,
The future of the earth is punctuated by catastrophes,
These madmen are already exploring the stars,
There will never be peace on this cursed planet,
The rich need the chaos generated,
Through war, misery, corruption and plunder,
The tombstones pile up,
Taciturn spectators of human tragedy, erected in a landscape devastated by the ravages of ephemeral power and limitless greed.
Political extremists and religious fanatics
Preparing for the final confrontation,
Africa will be the next global battlefield,
Sub-Saharans think they are escaping the horrors of poverty,
By crossing the Sahara on foot and swimming the Mediterranean,
While the multinationals of the new world order take advantage to plunder the natural resources of their subsoil.
Ok im in love
been with a man for a year
who has swept me off my feet
I have been diagnosed
witha schitso effective mood disorder
i also am a recovering drug addict
Paranoia?
fear of your lover being your hitman
and then asking him how much the government is paying him
to make love to you
and not cringe
as you look for how the pieces fit
and his reasons of being in your life for the worst possible case sceraio
whem maybe just maybe
he is in love with you
for being kind hearted and generous
and sensitive
and creative
always wondering if hes cheating
always missing him
always keeping these things in the forefront of your mind
where were you?
with who?
why did that take soo long?
I know you say you love me.......
but
does anyone truly trust anyone that much to believe in love?
A guilty conscience from a drug addiction
due to meeting people who want to hook up
to use them for drugs
and then leave
this is called being a player
so basicaly if he was a cheater i would have drove him to it
In the end the result is
i want him to be happy
and the question is
how did i get soo screwed up
mental illness
paranoia
wondering why everyone is soo happy while your confused
putting pieces together to a mystery that may or may not be there
wondering even if you were a good detective and you did solve the crime
would you do anything anyway?
or just stay where you felt safe in the comfort of the nightmare of all the lies
that you proved to yourself were right
fight or flight?
In the end i always choose love
now love is a weapon
feeling seduced
and not soo well
question upon question of whats the worst that could happen as everything
seems to blow up in your face
hopwever life continually proving you wrong
and people showing you again and again
they are your safe place and rock
even if you question it from time to time
has been reality babysitting me
and a saving grace
as my illness keeps me on my toes
and challenges me and my lover from day to day
and i wonder
how he can see through all my walls to the beauty i know i hold
and tell me about it
and make me feel so great
As I returned home tired of the day's work,
my son, with a greeting smile, came running to me.
As usual, I kissed him and said, "I love you, my son".
"What is love, Papa?" quite innocently he asked.
Giving him a chocolate, I simply said,
"This is my love for you".
The innocent question stirred my soul
and all my thoughts fell on the 'simple' word 'LOVE',
"What is love? Where is love?"
Love is there, I thought, in our care
that we give to our kids and in our desire
to see them grow before our eyes.
Love is seen in the heart of a mother
who has to part her children from her
and send them to distant lands
to win the race of life.
Love is seen in the worries of a wife
who waits for the safe return of her husband.
Love is there in a true friend
who works as an inspiration,
stands by in all thick and thin
and shares all joys and sorrows.
Love is seen, by a lover, in the beginning
of a smile-love-a composition of
a single soul living in two bodies.
So pleased I felt to imagine
that love is everywhere
and 'all is well with the world'.
Relaxing on my chair, I picked the newspaper
with a desire to know something good of the world.
As I went on reading, my newly-formed assumptions
about love, life, and the world began to shatter.
What I read-
four cases of robbery,
two cases of murder,
three cases of relations breaking,
four cases of eve-teasing,
two cases of rape,
one case of acid throwing,
youth indulged in drug addiction,
many cases of corruption,
some cases of manipulation,
hoarding and black-marketing,
dirty game of politics,
unions going on strikes,
people fighting for religions,
word war among states and nations
and 'much ado about nothing'.
I threw the paper with a heavy heart
and again asked myself, "Where is love?"
The sudden entrance of my son
broke the stream of my thought.
I caught him in my arms and kissed.
"How can flowers be grown on a volcano?" were only my thoughts
and two pearls from my eyes fell on the head of my son.
Then the 'Preacher of Peace' came into my vision
who proclaimed, "Where there is love, there is life".