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Robin Williams would be my comedian of choice.
To live in the same building, to attend a picnic with,
To become lifelong friends.
I thought he was brilliant in most of his TV work
On Mork and Mindy; I believe most of the adlibs were left
In, because he was his own best writer.
He and I have similar personalities. I knew this when
I watched him in Patch Adams, he has a tender empathetic
side that appealed to me. I used to be a Make-a-Wish
volunteer. Someone said to me “Isn’t it sad to be around
dying children?” and I said “on the contrary, they are
the happiest children I have met because they recognize
how important every day of their life is." I feel that
Robin Williams spent time with dying children too and
knew this.
Robin Williams would tell me about his stand-up acts
And I would laugh like a hyena on meth. I would throw back
My head and smack it against furniture, to let him know
How much his talent was appreciated. Someday I hope
To get to know his spirit in heaven.
H awthorne bushes wildly overgrown, line the mud and gravel driveway
A bandoned by a farmer years ago, sold to someone unknown to all
U ntouched by human hands, it now appears to be totally deserted
N oticeable is the large red barn that sits predominantly on the land
T rees and uncut crops fill the fields which roll down the hill to the river
E very night lights are seen moving around the isolated farm property
D iesel engines are heard rumbling over the wind very late at night
R umors spread about the haunted red barn down the country road
E ven neighbours wonder why a beautiful barn sits alone and empty
D aylight hours offer little explanation of its existence, no movement seen
B ut is it really empty - is someone being hidden there against their will
A larming questions arise in our minds on this country road, imaginations
R un wild and every terrible scenario is suggested until we get an answer
N iagara police bust this crystal meth lab- one of the largest found in Ontario
* This is a true story, for years we walked by this haunted red barn on our country road. November 2010 police from the USA, Canadian-American border, Niagara, Hamilton and Toronto police busted one of the largest crystal meth labs - now that’s Scary!
Written by Lee Ramage
September 13, 2011
For Constance ~ My Dear Heart’s
Contest “A Creepy, Scary Haunted House Poem, Please”
Placement: 7th
When I do read the cards that sell like meth,
And see the crap men buy in hopes they’ll get laid;
When I behold the roses plucked to their death,
And wilted droops of petals proudly displayed;
When candy aisles I see are stocked with lies,
Which come in fancy boxes priced to sell,
And single broads in need of comfort supplies
Who on romantic nights feel lonely as hell;
Then of misfortune do I celebrate,
That I’ll not have to care about the day,
Since all my love the ex did confiscate
And spared me tons of stuff I hate - Hooray!
It’s nothing ‘gainst our friend, St. Valentine,
But less his holiday we’d be just fine.
1/21/2017
On the road and you’re flirting with disaster,
A liar, a creep, a thief you will master.
When you indulge in your drugs it calms the brain,
You panic when you realize you are to blame.
It helps you deal with who you are,
Running from self you don't get far.
It steadies the nerves and calms the inner turmoil,
It's a ritual, a burning of the Mid-Night oil.
You’re in deep you can't break the grip,
You see yourself going down like a sinking ship.
It kills all that is good and leaves you with no hope,
It's a vicious cycle when you choose the dope.
It starts with denial you claim your fine,
Where you stand now you don't have much time.
Jails, institutions, insanity and death,
A revolving door when you play with METH.
Constantly hustling and you’re on the hunt,
The life of a drug addict, is this really what you want?
In your disease it's dark you have no sight,
After the dark comes the light.
When you’re sick and tired of being sick and tired,
Your dreams shattered and your hope has expired.
It's time to get off this ride, here is the reason why,
The price is your life when you’re out there getting HIGH.
You will always be the greatest part of me
Through my eyes your heart I wish you could see
As the moon needs the stars to twinkle in the night’s sky
My heart needs you, teach me how to fly
Our paths have crossed for a reason
Leaving you would be treason
I will forever be your loyal companion
My heart will love you with my soul so valiant
Never alone you shall be
For there will always be life at the likes of me
I will protect your bleeding heart
I will shield you from life’s poisonous darts
You and I are never to part
Our strings are forever attached in our hearts
Never forgotten and never alone
I will keep you bestowed upon my hearts throne.
My soul companion my everlasting meth……
We will be together until my last dying breath
Towers stabbing tall into the sky,
Broadway plays that catch the eye,
finance’s center, here it lies…
Manhattan is a city that works
(but it’s filled with loud, self-important jerks).
Sun-bathed coat and silver screens,
glitz and glamour and action scenes,
the city of lights, the city of dreams…
You should come by and stay a while
(especially if a rapist or pedophile).
Maple-tappers working in spring,
hordes of tourists gone skiing,
small, quaint towns, so relaxing…
Green Mountains, pleasant to the eye
(this is where old hippies go to die).
Coal mines fueling this great land,
hollows, moonshine, and deer stands,
a place where work makes the man…
Where you can still find an old homestead,
(just ignore the opioids and meth heads).
Monuments tall, for heroes past,
Potomac waters, well-manicured grass,
elected folk of wisdom and class…
working hard for freedom and good,
(they’d put us all in camps, if they could).
Save me from utter death
That screams at me day and night
Save me…he was taking meth
And I am out of breath…and I received sight
It’s been a hard life as a child (baby)
I just have to remain mild (save me)
It’s been a difficult time for me (believe in me)
This lifetime has been a journey for me
And it has just begun…
When the sun refused to shine in my direction
Give in to life, darling angel
Give up your sorrow…your life will foretell
Your future…it rings like a church bell
It’s been a hard life as a child (baby)
I just have to remain mild (save me)
It’s been a difficult time for me (believe in me)
This lifetime has been a journey for me
And it has just begun…
When the sun refused to shine in my direction
Death chokes me until I surrender to it…
I’m living in fear…when will love draw near to me?
Death tries to capture me in its trap
When will hope appear? God, be with me…
It’s been a hard life as a child (don't weep for me)
I just have to remain mild (save me)
It’s been a difficult time for me (believe in me)
This lifetime has been a journey for me
And it has just begun…
When the moon refused to show me God’s direction
Traffic's silent tonight
Ninnekah smiles her Meth Head smile
Tonight she's in a heavy disguise
She looks at her wrist to clock the passing time
Weather's mild tonight
She wonders will they notice her tired eyes
She wonders will her Adelita wigs survive
And will they see she's going down a third time
Everybody tries - She sees herself as JayLo on the mild
But really she’s a Deathrow Rapist’s child
Long ago perfecting a motionless slide
For Fifteen years she put her future aside
Ninnekah seems so sure and so poised
She shimmers for the Urns on the shelf
And says, "Love is for others, but me it destroys"
She wasn’t the girl in the cake
Got pregnant too soon by mistake
Someone told her her brain was half baked
And Ninnekah lifted her Texas Steel Reserve
And said, "Cheers"
She stands to one side
There's no more to this than meets the eye
Everybody drinks cheap generic Beer dry
And talks about those plaid shirt and pink hair styles
They said she did it - with grace
They said she did it – with style
They said she did them all
Oh, they said before she died
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I remember Ninnekah Smiles
Nobody saw her go
They said they should have noticed
'Cause her living conditions were so low
Well, it only goes to show
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
How many real men do any of them know
She climbed the dining room chair
Stood silent alone in the air
Tied her lame belt around the plastic chandelier
And went out kicking at the overly perfumed air
Oh, oh
They said she did it - with grace
They said she did it - with style
They said she did them all
Oh?
They said it before she died
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Now no one remembers Ninnekah Smiles
My Kevorkian Alter Ego
Go head jump
Put me out of your misery
You don't have the balls
All talk and no devastation
This charade is an overplayed drama.
It's boring me this non event
The only thing that has died is my interest
I want a Greek Tragedy.
Cutting your wrists
Attempted O.D.'s swallowing pills
cries for help that have been drowned out
By the song of false suicide threats.
It's embarrassing to watch
These pathetic acts of a coward
A gun in your mouth with a hair trigger.
An electric appliance in a filled bathtub.
A toaster would be a nice touch
Makes a great headline or caption ...He's toast
These are methods sure to end it.
Your slow boat to death has run out of rivers
The Chiva the Cocaine the Oxys the Meth
Are condiments used to flavor addiction
So let's get it over with
Time to make the grand exit.
What makes you think anyone gives a .
Make a big splash that will show them
That you don't give a either.
Whores of Babylon, I breathe amongst you everyday
On city streets, in country lanes, along lone alleyways
Selling illegal merchandise, cheap, tainted, unrefined
Tempting this incognito angel, back into my own kind
Dens of iniquity, hedonistic programs, carnal pleasure
Take me to your pimp, I’ve got a wallet full of treasure
Bring good gear, Snow White, not crude crystal meth
Tonight I’m getting wasted, to within one inch of death
Seedy massage parlors, proffering rubdowns, with oils
This upstanding citizen, on tables of unembellished soil
Licking toads back, my penchant, as I pray to the gods
Yapping like a puppy, choke chained, spanked with rods
Cesspools of assignation, motel rooms, knocking shops
Gonna keep banging up, til my veins collapse from shock
Tomorrow chase the dragon, before addressing a church
Sermons of fire and brimstone, damning you, is my purge.
By
David Kavanagh