Long Intoxication Poems
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Panic mongers, hate mongers,
traffickers in groupthink.
The key to the universe,
you must never let facts interfere
with all your
obsessive incessant fables.
You must never doubt the veracity of
of the latest tale of terror.
A secret Satanic elite of cannibalistic pedophiles,
All the liberals are in on it, don’t you know?
Soros and Gates in collusion.
Evangelical contagion,
the deep state under every bed,
the boogeyman behind it all.
Any questioner is complicit.
Any true believer will be saved.
Apophenia intoxication,
Donald Trump is your savior.
Your mind is malleable to malignancy,
It metastasizes in your trance.
The putrid contamination percolates
everywhere in deafening silence.
Each taste of QAnon venom,
Each flavor of terror,
seizes and imprisons the masses of minds
And if you listen, you will hear
the percussive funeral dirge
for the death of the civilized world.
My America died by abortion and birth control and lack of family building and many other ways not mentioned.
My America historically was built by American families, much like the native Indians, we worked in our family groups and built out of our family group and community.
My America all went to church, the priest gave lessons on marriage and helped to bring couples together by way of example and family planning.
Recalling one historical record, the town together with the pastor, all made choices on marriages, they wanted the best outcomes for the community and couple.
My America, recalls the times that we were taught to love and be open to all of the bad, that they would not kill or hurt us.
My America has suffered from the death culture that has killed many by abortion, by failed justice system, and failure to teach the dangers of intoxication and other death ways seen and unseen.
Death culture, has and continue to kill, they use all methods, and continue forward in the plan to destroy all we cherish and love.
My America is learning, they are waking and thinking, they are starting to see that we are under observation for extermination.
My America will learn, they will build a stronger today and tomorrow and into the future, they will not die, they will thrive.
My America will rise, it will not fall, it will remember the history, the times we fell and the times we ride high with all of our love leading us to complete victory.
For God told us of the times we will suffer, we will rise, in the end we will live with all of God’s love in heaven.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
You’ll come
Knocking on my door
One of these days
And you’ll know
What it’s like
To be able to feel your insides
That uncanny descending feeling
Like a rock being dropped
In the ocean
Buckling your knees
With a thump of desperation
On my porch
Silence ringing
In your ears so loud
You can’t hear the door stay locked
Confused
By that stinging feeling
In your bloodshot eyes
As your cheek
Suddenly is stroked
In wetness
Pulse tongue tied
With the panic
Of hopeless delusions
Trying to shake
Thoughts of my eyes
Looking into someone else’s
The same way
I used to
Delve into the mires
Surrounding
The windows
To your soul
Your maimed dignity
Huffing up
Callous dreams of me
To help you
Sleep
At night
And scoffing off
My name
To your friends
Silently hoping
That my wounds
Are deeper than yours
Covered in scabs
Of lies
Disloyalty and neglect
While yours
Are just paper-cuts
Of rejection
But you’ll brag of the pain
For the embrace
Of intoxication stumbling in high heels
Leaning on
Your self esteem
The whole night
While I’m
Sleeping in the bed
I made
Dreaming of
All my future plans
While breathing at my own pace
Accepting that
Having an empty side of the bed
Doesn’t mean I’ll be covered in loneliness
Doesn’t mean
I’ll lay restless at night
Confessing my feelings to the ceiling
I never realized until I noticed
a part of me had dissolved
in the intoxication of you.
That missing piece was never mine—
it had always belonged to you.
I never noticed
how my sleep slipped away
into an ocean of thoughts
I couldn’t solve.
I wrapped myself in your thoughts—
thoughts that were not all true.
I lost a part of me
just to preserve the image of you,
etched deep in my heart,
in my soul,
in my mind.
I waited for an eternity
for the silence to break,
for the smile that never stayed.
I clung to the last sweet melody
that still echoes in my ears.
I couldn’t break the wall
you built around yourself
to protect your heartbreak.
A thousand times I tried and fell,
But the longing to be called yours
kept me chasing a million ways,
to hold on to a beautiful delusion I built in my fairytale.
I wish I could have a glance of your mysterious world.
Instead,
I built a house of cards,
believing it could be our forever home—
never noticing how it crumbled each day.
Still, I kept collecting the pieces,
like a hopeless soul
thinking it had found its forever place.
I never realized
until I emptied myself
just to carry your broken pieces as mine.
I never realized
I let you leave your fingerprints on my heart,
knowing they would haunt me
until my last breath.
I lost a piece of myself
just to keep the forever you.
Desire is the essence of a man.Desire is the starting point of all achievement, not a hope, not a wish, but a keen pulsating desire which transcends everything.
Why am getting so much fun,
Have you mixed Bhaang in the air..
why am getting double intoxication,
have you fed me sweets with your eyes?
Your velvet shirt has turned pink,
and what a Mad, Royal walk you've got..
So,
O beloved, when you colored me with a water gun,
this simple straightforward girl got drunk..
When you danced wearing a pair of jeans,
even the relatives of neighbors got mashed on you..
Why is there a swear word of 'No Vacancy' on your lips
when the room of your heart is empty..
Lightning Up the Fire of Real Love in your heart with Extraordinary Passion.
I know what you want,
you speak prayer, but your intention is a qawali,
your quick wit has become torturous,
you've become a key to every lock today..
You are Stubborn and Passionate.
Your Wrists have come in my hands.
When I Twisted it is felt as if it was Cream.
This Addiction of Cream shall be Expensive for you.
It's better for you to be Fasting.
Your Decorative Desires is shinning like the Moon.
There are Countless Desires in my heart now
The will to win, the desire to succeed, the urge to reach your full potential… these are the keys that will unlock the door to personal excellence.A creative man is motivated by the desire to achieve, not by the desire to beat others.
Yes the World says it's all gone bad.
I am living here under obligations received from others.
You are also living somewhere under obligations received from others.
I don't want to live under obligations received from others
We have to do something memorable so that the World Remember Us for our Good Deeds.
The discipline of desire is the background of character.
Dreams come true when desire transforms into concrete actions.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
Language of two hearts
not known but can be felt
even words are unspoken
sometimes syncopated
to have the proper communication
from the opposite direction
produces synergy
night can never bore them
even day is less always
Nice intoxication
not as of alcoholic emotion
only sweet adoration
Note: Alcoholic intoxication does not depict illusory madness always indeed. There's always a difference of intoxication of alcoholic action and non alcoholic intoxication. Love is like non alcoholic intoxication, I feel.
.... for your eyes ....
A menu for lusciously delicious lips...
Bread sticks and creamy dips,
Cold, warm, hot on your tongue.
Delicate cherries, can't eat just one.
Exquisite, dew filled honey in the sun...
Fragrant and ripe, skin on the melons.
Grappling the grapes, little balls of wine,
Hands cupped to my face, I take you...
In,
Juggling faith, love, lust and sin...
Knowing, at the table as I came again.
Liiiiick. Said the kitten to the star fruit...
Moan for me...mmmmm
Nature slips between my lips,
Opening wide and closed are my eyes,
Pressing the button... whip cream surprise!
Quivering now, champagne in a glass...
Release of pressure in a bubbling bath,
Swallowing slowly to make it last.
Taste intoxication, erotic exploration,
Uttering sounds of pleasure...
Velvety treasure filled liqueurs.
When it rains I hope it pours,
Xtreme delight, ..fingers food.., and candle light,
Your Way.
Zest of Life! It's a buffet!
Inspiration: Cookie Monster
He stared at the pictures,
faces of the love searchers,
twenty first century wanted posters,
scanning their rewards,
nothing pecuniary ,
preliminary,
maybe,
move on.
“Shall I advertise myself,” he thought,
no one appears sold or bought,
given to the mass,
on a screen of glass,
the physical hidden,
abrogate madness in description,
we are all still strangers,
with keyboards,
watching screens.
Laptop lap dance dreaming,
muscles screaming,
from the primal theatre,
soul said rise,
clearing eyes,
bleary plasma vision clearing,
fresh air endearing,
left behind the digital desert,
went out to speak,
parched vocal chords starved,
thirsting for voice.
No dust on the keyboard,
he moved away in dead skin’s storm,
hunched and wild,
hair hung lank and ragged,
bedraggled wardrobe on blood and bone’s frame,
almost lame he walks,
to the shower stalks,
water staving off the slaughter,
the hot water,
a dream of cascading falls,
at his feet the last days drowned,
washed to the sewer,
where screen days live,
blending easily;
with battered shopping trolleys & ****.
He dressed slowly,
went to his front door,
where the mirror smiled,
I remember you,
you once passed by often,
don’t be a stranger,
I’d rather see you leaving,
twisted contradictions of a mirror’s perspective,
not because you’re ugly,
because you’re beautiful,
and you shouldn’t be here with only me,
he laughed and said goodbye,
fresh air and light,
a missing intoxication,
he drank deeply;
walking to bid the strangers hello...
©David Nickle Read2015
All Rights Reserved By The Author
A hunger that no food can satisfy, when the body is craving be touched
delicious delights that awaiten, when two become ones' just too much!
What is this feast you prepare me?, this banquet on which I will dine,
this intoxication of heaven, this unique tasting bodily wine!
Sensation of thrill getting stronger, as the moment draws ever so near,
come to me and let me feed from your table, the menu is you and I my dear!
Animalistic pleasure as my teeth bite into your skin,
devouring the flesh on your body, as I desperately try to get in.
The pain of the bite bitter sweet, as you fight it yet still beg for more,
why push me away as I bite you, then offer your throat to my jaw?
Your Innocence is quite appealing, but it's your wild rage I want to see,
when your eyes widen with desperate wanting, and you finally bite into me!
When You discover the power of the hunger, a need that just won't go away,
after feeding on flesh that is tender, there is no turning back into prey!
Maybe the boy is "crazy", but "crazy" for the sake of art.
...You thought: "I can see, I am etched in the boy's heart,
but he is still 'flying,' he is still striving to take off, he has
'wind' in his head." Quote from a Chagall letter: To My City Vitebsk*
WILD-WIND ROSE
Stirs emotions supernal — Chagall’s Bella catching the cerulean wind.
High, a kite with eternal surrender. Her Marc never shears the string.
Zephyr of bling, facet of reflections in the moorish blue-diamond sky.
Mourning spouse clings to her angel wings.
Provokes intoxication of her white-linen collar — a candle sputters
the yearning of passionate colors — a tightrope walker tiptoes
between the earth and heaven’s gate, too many years to wait.
The artist brushes a wild-wind rose.
He wanted to shake her out of every snowglobe he put her in.
Freely, he had imprisoned her in his paintings — his creations,
and forever his precious wife was shut in with a gold-plated key;
Chagall signed. . . to exalt admiration.
7/14/2019
for contest FINETUNE THIS COLLABORATION sponsored by Line Gauthier
*From Wikipedia
**Wind Rose - a diagram showing for a given place the relative frequency or frequency and strength of winds from different directions (Merriam-Webster)