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I'm a hollow soul with a needle, no matter if it's herion ice or crack...I don't have a little monkey, I have king Kong hangin on my back... Where's my wife and kids these days, what happened to my job...I haven't brushed my teeth or showered in a week, when did I become a slob....I'm a hollow soul with a needle, my own family will I lie to cheat and steal.... Cause all I care about is getting high, just to change the way I feel...So off to the methadone clinic again, can't shoot herion anymore... cause I can't find anymore veins to hit, and my arms are getting sore...I'm a hollow soul with a needle as I lay here feeling so sick... with restless legs and upset stomach, just craving that hollow little prick...Man that's messed up about Brandon and Randy, both of them dying this year....If I didn't catch hepatitis c shooting up, ide probably drink a little beer....So a hollow soul with a needle kids, is this what you really want to be.... Cause it will take your lives to the darkest hell you're eyes will ever see....
In the time of flower power,
maryjane’s smoky eyes led me in a trance,
to an acid world,
colored in a purple haze,
and so psychedelic feet
danced across my mind’s floor.
Lost and confused about it all
when a call to arms held me captive
in the war that wasn’t
and a cause now forgotten.
Shelled into fright
and not sure of a one God,
on two I did lean.
When a government issue no more,
all was safe and sound
I thought, which god did hear?
One fought to keep me in the dark
of a black heart
with questions
and twisted answers
about the whys and whats of life.
So I struggled to see the light
and make sense of it all
through bloodshot eyes
of a messed up life.
But the true One heard my plea
and mercifully drew near
when a face glowing with peace
opened my heart to truth's
bright light
to rescue me from dark despair.
Don't act like you don't see
the Red Flags flashing.
Don't deliberately ignore
the warning signs.
I know you want to be
with me,
but is it wise to deliberately
become emotionally blind,
to overlook the episode
unfolding
right before your eyes?
I'm flattered that you would
turn a blind eye.
But flattery is not a part
of my reality,
at this point in time.
You've created distorted visions
of you and I.
I'm not a relationship type
of guy,
maybe in another time
another place
you would be the perfect
design
to color my mind
with happiness.
But right now
don't act like you don't see
the Red Flags flashing.
Don't deliberately ignore
the warning signs.
I know you want to be
with me.
But is it wise
to act like you don't see
how messed up I am
at this point in time.
I am an emotional train wreck.
So please don't do
what most people do
when they want something
bad enough
turn a blind eye
to the Red Flags flashing.
God's Holy Day is on my mind
It's a certain world no one can find
I found my voice
It's time to rejoice
There's times when I want to give up
I say what's up to you...
My brain is hurting...I'm in toil and grief
If only God could shed his relief
Upon me…upon me…yeah…
The wind is blowing slightly without a noise
I hear your voice
And it repairs my heart…my heart…
I want to believe in Him
But, there’s so much to learn
So much to work on…
I wait until the awakening of the dawn
There’s a time to burn away the dreadful grief
There’s a time to put away my clothes…
Before they get soaked and messed up
But, I want to believe
I want to believe…
I want to believe…
In him
(ooh…ohh ohh ohh…hmm…)
God’s Sabbath unwinds in my mind
It’s a certain appeal in my heart
I found my voice
Now, it’s time to rejoice
There’s times when I want to grow up
I say what’s wrong with you…
I’m going insane…I’m in utter distress
If only God could answer my prayers
If only…I would believe and not doubt him…
Hmm…hmm…mmm…mmm…
The moon smiles at me and I sink the feeling of solitude in
I hear my voice…God…
And it repairs my heart…my mind….
I want to believe in Him
But, there’s so much to learn
So much to work on…
I wait until the awakening of the dawn
There’s a time to burn away the dreadful grief
There’s a time to put away my clothes…
Before they get soaked and messed up
But, I want to believe
I want to believe…
I want to believe…
In him
I want to believe in Him
But, there’s so much to learn
So much to work on…
I wait until the awakening of the dawn
There’s a time to burn away the dreadful grief
There’s a time to put away my clothes…
Before they get soaked and messed up
But, I want to believe
I want to believe…
I want to believe…
I want to believe…
It’s her or him that’s on my mind…
I sing in perfect pitch…
Turn off that blasted switch…
I love you, oh my God…
Form:
Sauntering in the park ,a man remembered
this naughty lad, stuck on a wooden bench
in the middle of carnival hours, yawning…
till the drizzle of rain caught this toddler
alone, while everyone flew off behind
the edges: although his aunt’s red parasol
could cover a messed-up hair, the nimble
body leaned ahead-- watching the myriad
of bright carousel flags rustle along .
Ignoring the yells of kin’s shrill echoes,
he insisted on staying to view a montage
where hued ferris wheel stopped,
the glossy fall of balloons warping
as he laughed at this impromptu show.
It wasn’t the gust that annoyed the child,
not the gaudy umbrella… no, all he needed
was a bundle of cotton candy he longed
for the minute he saw it …rainbow-flushed--
just like the way he imagined such treat
days before the fair arrived. Oh, oh!
His run-down aunt wheezed away into a cloudscape
bringing the sweetened fluff, in the nick of time.
The man grinned at these imprints, replaying
his own prank and innocence on that nightfall,
when moments of boyhood were etched
in a male adult’s heart… his fingers now gripping
one large-sized, bright cotton candy.
Contest: Red and White Polka Umbrella for Eve Roper
9/30/2017
The faster the clock ticks
The faster my heart beats
The lights got me feeling sick
And facing defeat
Words splashed across the wall
From splattered vomit this morning
A monument to all who said I'd fall
If I died would they all be mourning?
It's selfish but I did it to me
Drink after drink after drink
Now I'm stuck on an island in a lonely sea
My only options to swim or sink
So tired of chasing the buzz
Life got me messed up and depressed
As if in pursuit like the fuzz
Arresting me so that I confessed
My heart is a breeding ground
For poison and hate
The leftovers of a good man to be found
Killed by himself, what a fate
On my bed I'm shaking and sobbing
My head twisting and spinning
As I tremble my temple is throbbing
From a lost decade of sinning
The faster the clock ticks
The faster my heart beats
And I'm running out of tricks
To keep my butt off the streets
I'm getting the poison out for good
Because this may be my last chance
In this dark and dilapidated neighborhood
I've got to get out and give life one last dance
You are the love of my life,
My world, best friend, and my wife.
You touched my soul your love is all I need,
You stuck your knife in my back you left me there to bleed.
You were the light, you took my hand walked me thru the dark,
Your love has destroyed me you left your evil mark.
It's been a year since you left me high and dry,
A lesson to learn once bitten twice shy.
When you come out of the haze your stronger then when you went in,
You feel like a new person a shedding of the skin.
I'm a different person then I was just a year ago'
I laugh less and cry more, I learn to let go.
The process is slow a day feels like ten years,
Everyday It's Blood, Sweat and more Tears.
Your head is as messed up as your Heart,
You are shattered and don't know where to start.
I want to run down there and make a big scene,
No more lies I need you to come clean.
I would over react and end up in jail,
Go back down there as soon as I make bail.
That is just silly human Pride,
I take a deep breath, and hope to hit my stride.
I'm the only one left to deal with the pain,
I'm a loser down on lovers lane.
TURBO1904 2021
When I was a small child
I would always be outside,
Must have blazed a hundred paths
Just to see what I could find.
Then they put me in a suit,
And I cried out “I won’t go!”
Left my home for wandering
To see where I might roam.
I trekked out through the prairie,
But the farmer made me stop,
Said to get on out of here,
And stop damaging his crops.
Then a rancher scowled at me,
And no pasture would he loan,
There’s no place on the prairie
For men who want to roam.
I walked up to the North Woods,
The backcountry of Maine,
Two days in a forest ranger
Said I could not remain.
He said it was timber land,
No squatters would they know,
Guess there’s no room in these trees
For a man who wants to roam.
So then I found the Rockies,
Such a vast and empty space,
Figured I could disappear
Deep within that rugged place.
But skiers came upon me,
Said that I messed up their snow,
Even in the high country
There’s just no space to roam.
The cedar swaps, big bayous,
And deserts so vast and dry,
Rain forests of Cascadia,
All these places did I try.
They’ve no love for wanderers,
And they always told me so,
What happens to men like me
When there’s no place left to roam?
One day I was in Florida,
And I bought a rocket ship,
They sent me to the heavens,
I broke past Earth’s orbit.
Facing that great, big darkness,
With the vacuum and the cold,
I saw what I dreamed about,
Such endless space to roam…
If love was a book
It would be nothing but a messed up tell without
A happy ending locked away out of reach from
People (children) simply put a secret system is insure from the broken heart t
Am pretty sure that the Author must known
Why
If love was a book it would be like a history book walking past through it like memory lane
Giving meaning, peace and tranquility
It would be like a movies trailer running into chapters of never ending sad stories of broken hearts
Thought gone astray like the prodigal sun
Blank sheets, period missed
Mind speaks
if love was a book with lost souls i would dig dip to redeem its lost scroll ??
Like a farmer tool my pen would write as whole
Refusing to cultivate words
If love was a book with a blank page i would write a sonnet of 5 lines conveying words of togetherness
Our system like is a broken campus
We are all in the web of the unknown you see with phone screens darkness is not our fear anymore
It is too much light that is blending
Too much knowledge!!!!!
Such that you don't need to ask anyone anymore cause uncle Google has it all
If love was a book it would be nothing but empty promises
Put in one page of misery
life line ones in a life time
Its would be the language so sad stories never brought to light
If love was a book
It would be one of those books I despise the most
But in the end it's a beautiful thing
Written by H2O the silent poet
after the umpteenth
day of rest god
messed up not
paying mind
to Adam's
naming
game
on that same exact
day of days was
created not one
but two birds
one doomed
and to be
used
in meaning not so
worthy absurdly
to become
extinct but
not from
his now
known
name but from dogs
pigs and people
not stupidity as
we all take from
history saying
the name
dodo
but the other bird that
on that day of days
later in the evening
came out so
contrary
even
more
then a canary swearing
it could speak because
this bird's tweet so
to speak from out
its beak was
not a
dog
but the mew of certainly
a positively confused
bird trying to contact
even attract his
foe a cat
so that
Adam
without a gasp or question
never asked but simply
named this bird
tip your
black
cap
a
god
never
made a
dogbird
stay silent
and stay still
you dodo Catbird
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