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If you come back now
You will make my day
Dear Father
Because I am always
Worrying too much about me
My Father
I also worry about my health
Constantly
I want to improve my health
I still go for my shot of ozanpike
Every Friday morning
I inject the ozanpike on my tummy
I am slowly getting used to it
Also every month I take my shoot
Of abilify on my hip
The ozampike cuts my appetite and keeps
My weight down
Yes father I am so fat still
I am dying to lose weight
AND I know it is harder to lose weight
Yes Father I am sleeping fine every night
Also when I wake up I am always
Having the winter blues
I hate having the winter blues
Father please take the winter blues
Away from my life
Also I am happy that you keep me
Alive every single day
I have nothing to complained to you
About my life
Because everything is going ok in my life
Dr. P.D. Feel Good vs.' Doc the Poet (#2
Doc, you can keep wearing my CROWN.
It goes perfect with your pink hospital gown.
I am the one that damaged and demolished all your goods
Now you’re like a tr@mp roaming the hoods
Diagnose your poetry under a form of drug abuse.
If you want to be a real princess, cover up them bruise.
Step into my office, -I'm the Dr. Feel Good of abuse.
My assistant will stamp and shave you like a sheep.
With the consumption, you’re not for human use.
Doc, I will be your worst nightmare.
My ambush of words will leave you in fear.
My assistant Nathan will leave you babbling,
As he gives you a PAP SMEAR.
You cannot escape my mental destruction gear.
STUTTERING as you get donkey punched in the rear.
You will cry for mercy as I hammer in your head.
Begging my assistant to put you out of misery.
Screwing with your mind, laughing at your history.
Cooking your words like chicken cacciatore.
Forgetting to add herbs to your so-called poetry.
Now who is the one with the ALZHEIMER'S poetry disease?
Now I have you on your knees.
Making you suffer while you foam at the teeth.
Spiting my speech disorder all over your face.
Your slam has no speed to continue with this race.
You’re nothing but a rat, running thru my maze
My assistant is setting traps in your house
Starving and making you trip like an experimental mouse.
Crushing your amphetamines high thread.
I'm going to take your poetic head,
Cram it into the hospital bed.
Awe Doc, All them tears I will make you shed.
Doc, your poetry will be crying for mercy instead.
My pen will inject you a poetic black and blue full of lead.
Refusing you Penicillin, for your infection, over bled.
Adding salt to your wounds, screaming (DR. P.oetic D.read!)
All in time Doc, you will fear me until you go brain dead
Asking for an over dose wishing you were dead.
Knowing that Dr. P.D. Feel Good~is laughing in her head.
By the time, you snap to, I am still way ahead of you.
by;p.d.
TYPE FORMS
BLITZ
tight fits
good spits
quick bursts
same first
inking
linking
FREE VERSE
immerse
in verse
roaming
storming
MINICHU
perplex
context
twelve laps
recaps
reward
unfolds
DEESWHEAT
sounds neat
on beat
cranks awe
tanka
cinquain
enchained
triplet
strip set
FOOTLE
versed brand
by Strand
two-line
may rhyme
trochee
swift spree
witty
ditty
one foot
output
HAIKU
small views
soothe you
nature
treasure
YALTO
word rows
in tows
notice
mini list
statement
intent
adjoint
make point
SUZETTE PRIME
sublime
no rhyme
inject
prime set
real surd
numbered
LIMERICK
pun shtick
risk it
in time
punchline
TOO MANY WORDS
there’s herds
for nerds
new forms
brainstorms
don’t fuss
adjust
all’s fair
who cares
expand
like Strand
Water falls in form of rain, attempts to wash away the stain,
the mark of pain upon my face, the reminder of my own disgrace.
I walk in torment through the streets, hang down my head from those I meet,
my part I know I have to own, or never again may I go home,
my crime so cruel on my hands your blood, death took the place where you once stood,
not a death in body but death in soul, my deeds so harsh have took their toll,
I led you into a world of vice, where your innocence lost it's life.
I was the one who taught you well, and led you into the depths of hell,
sex and drugs and deals with men, I welcomed you into the Devil's den!
Now I watch your pale face, your body ruined in this trapped place,
I wish to God I had been more strong, I never meant to do you wrong.
I watch as you can not return and in this angst my guilt doth burn,
I must now confess I took thee in, and left you in the world of sin,
I went to the edge but you went over, and sleep the dreams of opium clover,
my attempts to save were oh so feeble, as you inject with dirty needle,
this is my shame, my guilt ridden song, I can not bring you back to where you once belonged,
so as I hang my head in shame, remembering the path from whence I came,
I think about our nights together, and will carry this guilt around forever!
Been hangin' around for sixty-some years.
Thought I'd seen it all but not so I fears.
In the fifties and sixties our parents were shocked,
At our clothes and our hair and our music that rocked.
In the thirties and forties 'twas different with them.
They had Boogie-Woogie but rockin' was sin.
The twenties was better, innocent and carefree.
The Charleston and Fox Trot were just the Bees Knees.
So you see what I'm sayin', where I'm comin' from,
The times keep on changin' as kids search for fun.
Nothing is good if your parents agree.
They have to be shocked, aghast when they see,
Your clothes and your hair and your music they hate,
If this is the case then everything's great;
And if you think that's bad my friend just you wait,
'Cause here come the grandkids, what will be their fate.
Now it's drugs and booze and they're starting so young.
The next thing you know the kid's packin' a gun.
Way back long ago in the Garden of Eden,
The first act of rebellion was an apple was eaten.
That started it all and the ball rolled downhill.
Jealousy came along and Cain's brother was killed.
So you see what I mean, it's cause and effect,
One act gets another, like fuel inject.
With kids it has always be one-up-man-ship.
They'll out do their parents 'cause they want to be hip.
distortions of grandeur and praise
infect me and make me your slave
tranquility is but a phase
the sullen, the meek, the depraved
like shying fleece on the barter
delusions of ardor misplaced
inject faith that enmity made
in truths, she lay undressed, defaced
the maiden, the sheep, the dismayed
lead me across the graying plains
she'll be the bliss beside the pain
i lie prostrate in surrender
herd the weak into paradise
the needle is my new shepherd
stain delirium onto their eyes
like naked lambs to the slaughter
these are the pastures
the fields of mourners
the grass of beggars
meadows of paupers
here grow the anguished
the mired, the famished
the livid brackish
the passive tarnished
lead me beneath your rusting staves
these veins ache for the blight you gave
watch the child playing on the altar
dancing methamphetamine shivers
acceptance
deliverance
i am your sheep
this world's an abattoir
i am your sheep
feed me;
this mind is yours
WOMEN ARE LIKE FLOWERS THAT DECORATE MEN'S LIVES AND BRING US HAPPINESS.
THEY COME IN BEAUTIFUL SHAPES AND SIZES, INTOXICATING SMELLS AND A VARIETY OF COLORS.
LIKE EVERY FLOWER, WOMEN NEED TO BE NURTURED AND SPOILED AND GIVEN THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF ATTENTION, BUT DO NOT OVERWATER THEM WITH JEALOUSY OR SMOTHER THEM BECAUSE JUST LIKE A FLOWER, A WOMAN WILL SUFFOCATE AND DROWN EMOTIONALLY.
SOME WOMEN HAVE BEEN MISTREATED EMOTIONALLY, PHYSICALLY, AND VERBALLY, AND THOSE ARE THE ONES THAT NEED SPECIAL ATTENTION.
JUST INJECT THAT TENDER LOVING CARE AND PATIENTLY WAIT, AND BEFORE YOU KNOW IT YOUR FLOWER WILL BLOSSOM TO A BEAUTIFUL LOYAL GIRLFRIEND, WIFE, AND BEST FRIEND....
I have been kissed by lots of breezes.
I was kissed by a passing breeze;
Like the humid breeze from
the Gulf of Mexico.
I was kissed by a passing breeze;
Like that Chicago breeze
from the Windy City.
I was kissed by a passing breeze;
Like that foggy and gusty breeze
from the Pacific Ocean.
I was kissed by a passing breeze;
Like that Delta Breeze from
the Sacramento Valley after
a hot summer day.
More importantly, I was kissed by a passing
breeze that penetrated beyond the surface of the
physical and awakened me in some vital areas.
I was awakened SPIRITUALLY when
I accepted and allowed Christ
to be the Lord of my life.
I was awakened POLITICALLY when
I realized that tradition had run its
course, and it was time for a change
in my thinking and perspective of the world.
I was awakened ROMANTICALLY as a late-bloomer
who at 19 years of age fell in love with a girl from
South Dakota. It was short-lived, but the love bug
had been awakened to stay as I, in my late teen years,
fell in love over and over and over again.
I was awakened SOCIALLY as much of my shyness was put to rest,
and I became a people person. Discovering that I too had something
to say, I determined to master the gift of communicating with people.
I learned how to interact and inject my own thoughts and opinions.
I tell you, that kiss by a passing breeze of awakening was very real.
The other!!
who is the other?
The other:is anyone
who is different from me,
from my believes.
The other :is the alcaholic
who can't stop drinking,
The other:is the drug addict
who doesn't have more space
where to inject himself.
The other:is the prisoner in
his cell forever for an act he did,
after his horrible upbringing.
The other:is the homosexual
not accepted by his parents,
cos of his sexual orientation.
The other:is the scyzophrenic
who is in an institute locked forever,
instead of cured.
The other:is the neighbour
in my street who does not
vote for democrats ,like me!
The other is the muslim,
hindu,protestant,
who doesn't share
my catholic believes.
The other:is another neighbour
with nice dark skin,
whilst mine is white
as a dove.
we're different but....
Ilove:the other
Ilove:the other as my ownself-charma
Form:
Writing is my amphetamine addiction that will never end,
and there is no bitter after crash or need to mend;
on words and inspiration I get a glass crystal high,
oh, sweet the ecstasy like a beautiful bird flying in the sky.
The theme of a poem gives me excitement and power,
I am 'up' like a blast of caffeine for many an hour;
and do not need speed or cocaine or pills of any kind,
for my adrenaline stimulant comes from within my mind.
And after, I have written my words I am left calm,
not tormented, tense, nervous or like hit by a bomb;
I do not have to inject, smoke, take a pill, or sniff,
all I need to do to get high- is step off a word cliff.
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April 9, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/My 'Glass Crystal' High
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1133-317-02
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