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Camera, lights, action, put on the set,
And start reciting everything that's been said,
A creativity junkie throwing out lines,
Mimicking characters every time,
the stage becomes ego, forgetting the heart,
The heart that mattered more from the start,
Stepping down in order not to turn,
Equipt to make a difference on this earth,
The fight is real to go with or without,
To help others while helping himself,
Forgetting self is the hardest to do,
But giving it away is the service you choose,
A piece of that heart is carried through time,
The moment God said "You became mine",
Fight the good fight, speak heart and soul,
Living the love we were brought to show,
April 6 Coffee Love Hate Affair
I love coffee
Always have
Always will
But I have a love-hate affair
With coffee
Love it when it gets me up
Flying high in the sky
As the sun comes over
Filling with hope
And anticipation
As I conquer the day’s
Daunting tasks
With a little help
From my drug of choice
But coffee turns on me
Late in the day
And I can’t sleep
just can't sleep
As the coffee burns
In my soul
And I toss and turn
And sleep no more
Coffee does that to me
And so,
I am reduced
To drinking decafe coffee
Not the same thing at all
But that is all I can handle
As I am a coffee addict
And always will be
April 6 Coffee Blues
Coffee is my drug of choice
Always has been
Ever since I first tried
As a young lad
Loved coffee’s power
To speed up my synaptic nerves
Turning me on
Keeping me going and going and going
But there is a dark side to everything
And coffee is a drug
And it will take you
Where it wants to go
Enslaving you
Making you its victim
As it toys with you
Messes with you
Prevents you from sleeping
Coffee is a harsh mistress
It demands respect
As you fall under it seductive powers
Slave again
To the drug of choice
Just another over-caffeinated
Coffee addict
Stumbling along the street
Looking for a fix
At six in the morning
As the coffee wears off
And you finally
Can get some sleep
Until the alarm
Blasts you away
And you reach out
Trembling for you fix
Coffee
you scream out
I need coffee
The universe laughs
As you get your coffee high
Just another pathetic
coffee junkie
When all is said
and done
Addiction is a hard habit to break at least that is what they say, I never knew how strong it was and the hold it could have on you until the day you looked my way
There I was standing all alone, looking for something to feel the void in me to find somewhere that I belonged
You reached out to me with your steady hand, and I took a hold of you because I needed someone to help me stand
My first hit I was struck I experienced such a high, I never knew that I could feel this way and now I understand why
They say that drugs are bad for you because you become dependent on them, well this appears to be true because I craved you time and time again
When I didn’t have you that was all I thought about, I needed something to stop the pain to help drown it out
You would give me little hits here and there, just enough to pacify me for a while so that I believed that you cared
But then I became addicted and you’re all that I could see, I wasn’t happy if I couldn’t touch you, I was in such misery
You were my drug of choice the only thing that would make the sadness go away, being wrapped up in your arms would keep the pain at bay
Your kiss was so mesmerizing I could never get my fill, but sadly I can never have my drug again and I know that I never will
Now I am experiencing the withdrawals and my body is shaking from within, I just need to touch you please make me feel euphoric again
Take me from this place to where there is only you and me, help me to heal from this addiction please, you did this to me
You got me hooked on you and you made me beg for more, where are you now? Why can’t you help me like before?
My head feels like it’s filled with cotton and my heart has turned to stone, I can’t breathe anymore I can’t do this on my own
I know for this addiction there really is no cure for me, because the antidote that I need walked away from me
Your love was my drug of choice and oh how I miss it so, but I will just be a junkie for the rest of my life strung out searching for the one thing that makes me feel whole.
This poem is from my book titled Broken Music, Silent Heart available on Amazon and Kindle. Pen name is Amanda Carroll Kinzer
Cold sidewalks and the bitter gloom of spoiled love
It's a thief who rules the night where I come from
Hearts are the troubled dew residing on the grass blades of early morning
On one street a white picket fence
On the next a five dollar wench
Just let me walk these streets as king just only once
And with that thought my heart is soaring
It's in the ruins of the night I see myself
That wayward path that I’ve been on since I was twelve
These lost abandoned folk can be my guide
The night will be my horse and I will ride
Across the beaten pathway lost in time
The only sympathy I want tonight is mine
For now I will not leave the man who stares
Just begging for a pittance unawares
It's only right that he should get a couple bucks
Maybe some halls to wash the taste of sour luck
A slice of pizza for a junkie goes so far
Cause no one else will give a damn under the stars
And I know that I should be at home asleep
But it calls to me, the heartbeat of the streets
I'm not too fresh to walk in step with weary feat
I'm not too smart to risk a mugging or the beats
I'm not too scared because I'm only scared of me
It's only dangerous if you live it dangerously
...And if you say I've lost my mind you're probably right
But I think society was out to lunch last night
I’m trying to be respectable by being undetectable,
But my words are indefensible,
It’s regrettable yet incredible,
That I can’t see past the second hand,
This isn’t how my life was planned,
Another junkie for the damned,
Another soul that’s slammed and scammed.
You sit up in your fancy houses,
With your 2.4 and trophy spouses,
While I’m sleeping rough with dogs and louses,
Pimps and hookers cutting ounces.
Your judgement oozes from the street,
It’s stench it drenches sickly sweet,
Condemning me to taste defeat,
At the hands of your sacred elite.
I’ll burn your book and eat your apple,
Sodomise Eve inside your chapel,
Teach the truth while you all grapple,
Amongst yourselves like a desperate rabble.
Because I’m the truth of all your teachings.
I’m the result of a millennial of preachings,
The result of progress here I am,
Look upon your modern man.
Makes me giddy…that most ferocious...
Precocious host & toast of diddy men....
Spunky cut sl*t....Ben...sweep junkie....
Funky monkey boast...squat & chunky..
No ruddy fuddy duddy
Croney…phoney baloney
Bucket Hat Duckett isn't
A bloody one trick flunkie..
But a gung ho show pony
In good nick..ramp champ.. taking the mick..
Willy nilly picks...slick flicks
From Sehwag's brag blag
Swag bag of tricks..
Sometimes sinner..silly billy snicks..
Winner against spinner or the quicks…
Heaven sent style…bat on ball, hell bent on heaving..
Tops them all…by a mile...leaving just 2 percent…
Never a defender...run pile smile..despite his trials...
Repeat offender...defiles with wiles & guile…
Never ending..peaky blinding..
Cheeky spellbinding Virender bender..
Nowt finer than our own homegrown wristy
Trippy Mr Whippy with a double 99ner..
Crave heroic stoic diddy Dave darlings..
Rave about our little fave…
Sending snarling gnarly
Giants to their grave…
Thanks to our tiny shiny
Spank tank in the phalanx ranks…
Simple cricket gambit...
See it..hit it..as you see fit..
Nifty impudent imps giving it large…
Sneaky shifty sprites living it large…
Name in lights..plucky puckish lucky zen…
Cocky stocky men..slap happy..
Bucket hat Ben Duckett..
Our diddy giddy wee chappy!
Cashew…..known as Cash or Big Nuts….is the owner of The Nuttery
He is rich, generous and fair
A gym junkie who pumps iron daily
If not at The Nuttery , you will find him there
Walnut… Wally is the Manager at The Nuttery
A scruffy man always in crinkled clothes
Don’t let his appearance deceive you
There are two sides to his personality and about nuts there is nothing he doesn’t know!
Hazelnut… Hazel is the Assistant Manager
A lovely little lady who lives in the neighbouring town called Nutella
Popular with all the staff
She is always The Nutterys top nut seller
Almond… known as Big Al is a staff member
A big ,tall, humorous bloke
Always making both staff and customers laugh
With his continual ‘nutty nut cracking jokes’
Pecan… known to all as Sweetpea , is a beautiful girl
With a sweet heart and equally sweet tooth
She loves to bake and eat sweet pies
Nuts and baking are her true joy and truth
Brazil ….whose name is Miguel
Is a very likeable smooth, exotic ladies man
He refers to himself as the “Number one ladies nut”
Swooning ladies every opportunity he can
Peanuts….called Barry is a funny playful lad
Who always makes everyone laugh
Calls himself a real ‘true nutter’
A fun member of the The Nuttery staff
So , if you like good nuts and good banter
Get down to The Nuttery
Enjoy the ambience and fun vibe
Relax, enjoy, eat nuts and just be!
They laughed within the quiet room.
Drenched and high on sweet perfume.
Content in the company of their solitude.
They broke the silence all too soon.
And to their guest, hummed a tune.
They did not fancy themselves royalty.
Nor beautiful or good company.
In sincerity, they offered their softest apologies.
To their faithful and treasured friend.
Remembered and loved until the end.
"Not bad for a pathetic junkie, don't you think?"
They asked and stole a sip from their drink.
Their eyes holding a tear like glisten.
"No, no it's all.. it-"
The incomplete thought ending in spit.
A cough and then, the same as before.
Their solitude and them, nothing more.
The tear dried up and they laughed again.
"Well, aren't I dumb?"
They smiled faintly and began to strum.
A child is somewhere scribbling,
not quite knowing what to say,
a junkie with a habit of empty words.
The smart money’s on failure
and I can’t seem to sleep,
because the moon is leaking sliver fears.
The polar-bear cocktail,
paints a chalk barricade,
that incoherent scolding's cannot climb.
Hope went unnoticed,
until it was lost,
but sudden silence
- came to make me new.
The marks of quiet panic
- those flickering tattoos,
fade - like specters in the sun.
In the company of kindness,
peace glitters just like glass,
and the witch in the mirror slinks away.
You’ll find me at the exit,
heading for a steady sea,
my uninformed perspective’s in my bag.
I navigate like driftwood,
hoping for a return trip,
my plans are coherent in my dreams .
p.s. I write short stories too =]
I dragged this cig, my brain went far gaga,
The same cigarette brand that brought me joy;
A puff, and I slipped into a pooh-Bah,
One short drag became enough to destroy.
My legs wobbled, the world around me spun,
I heaved heavily, yet relief slept still;
The fun I sought had never yet begun,
In its stead, I commenced a mental drill.
As I puffed a new cig to chase a fad,
Deeper curiosity did arouse.
How can a mere cigar torture so bad,
A dream taught me the thought in intense drowse.
Later I learned the cig was laced with crack~
The closest I came being a junkie;
That pal later picked madness in bump's track,
Why I never became a crack flunkey.