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To those of us that struggle with addiction,
It's a choice you could say a self-infliction.
You’re a slave to the substance and you’re not aware,
A heavy cross for one to bare.
All the wheeling and dealing you can muster,
your wife a Tweeker you can't trust her.
Shady characters come with a song and dance,
getting ahead in this game a slim chance.
Every night you pray for a tomorrow,
another day filled with betrayal and sorrow.
Everyone is a liar, a thief and cheaters,
junkies, pill poppers, coke heads and Tweekers.
A mirage of addicts come and go,
tomorrow someone here could be Jane Doe.
The same thing day in and day out,
sometimes there is enough others you go without.
Addiction is with you everywhere you go,
It outsmarts you, you have no control.
Addiction comes in all shapes and sizes,
hand in hand with denial, deceit and lies.
You can never really be at ease,
My name is Addiction and I'm your disease.
TURBO1904 OCT. 2021
The jaws sing
As the drip, drip, drip,
Of the petroleum chorus
Dances across
The inverted aluminum
And the hissing starts
And the hissing stays
Its smell a warning
A final omen
Like the last rose
Of summer
Or the fragrance she wore
For that final goodbye
The teeth tear inward
Like the regret for today
And the regret for yesterday
And the lament for tomorrow
Its promise broken
And your khakis red
And baptized
A stigmata
To self-infliction
As the music plays constant
And the rushing you feel
An emptying of sorrow
Onto the crushed ceiling
Of a dream in reverse
Of all life in reverse
Until two arms grab you
And you fall from the sky
And you fall from the sky
Waiting
For the ground
To coronate the outcome
And for one more answer
To a ‘why’ unquestioned
And to love you one more time
But the lights are now dim
And the voices muffled
As an organ can be heard
And storebought flowers smelled
And an old woman cries …
As a young woman cries …
And a stranger pronounces
What you feared the most
They didn’t know you
And couldn’t know you
The exit sign flashing
But there is no door
“There is no door”
—and then the music stops
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
The jaws sing
As the drip, drip, drip,
Of the petroleum chorus
Dances across
The inverted aluminum
And the hissing starts
And the hissing stays
Its smell a warning
A final omen
Like the last rose
Of summer
Or the fragrance she wore
For that final goodbye
The teeth tear inward
Like the regret for today
And the regret for yesterday
And the lament for tomorrow
Its promise broken
And your khakis red
And baptized
A stigmata
To self infliction
As the music plays constant
And the rushing you feel
An emptying of sorrow
Onto the crushed ceiling
Of a dream in reverse
Of all life in reverse
Until two arms grab you
And you fall from the sky
And you fall from the sky
Waiting
For the ground
To coronate the outcome
And for one more answer
To a 'why' unquestioned
And to love you one more time
But the lights are now dim
And the voices muffled
As an organ can be heard
And store bought flowers smelled
And an old woman cries…
As a young woman cries…
And a stranger pronounces
What you feared the most
They didn’t know you
And couldn’t know you
The exit sign flashing
But there is no door
“There is no door”
—and then the music stops
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
I opened my heart, as a bud in bloom
A fragile flower, gently held in his arms
I welcomed the warmth of his touch
He was my morning dew, slaked my thirst
and sated my hunger for love.
His words were whispered in my ear.
But now, his utterances rip my petals apart
Cruel inflictions play havoc on my soul,
His language hurls daggers at my heart
I'm tortured and tormented with toxic chiding
His voice is venom from the fangs of a snake,
leaving puncture wounds, dripping with blood.
His angry words strip me bare of dignity
With each flay of his tongue, I am whipped
I'm withering like a clipped rose,
exposed to a scourge of abusive speech
What ails my heart leaves no bodily scars
I need benediction to heal my wounds
but I know the answer to my prayers
will never come from his cursed lips
And although it's not easy to forgive him,
I do because I am guilty of self-infliction.
The love I have for him is an addiction,
and for this weakness, I suffer the pain
of allowing his words to pummel my heart
again and again
August 10th, 2020
Inflictions Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
Acquainted with desuetude-
it seems my short-lived era
were all alike.
Chambered by family,
bounded by marriage
there was no getting out
of these links unscathed.
Perhaps,
picking the lessor poison
constitutes some sort of freedom.
I saw the way he looked at me,
perceived me, repulsed me-
There was no mystery
to his gaze. Though he thought he was
deceiving me- No, no!
I was just tired
of living confined
and starved.
I had a love for life,
and I thought life
had a love for me,
until I encountered him-
Is this what fate feels like?
Maybe life did love me
and gifted me access
to another realm,
so I did not have to suffer
by this life any longer. Te Medici
my mother use to say-
“You Medici
have a duty to this family,
freedom
does not know our name.”
He was betrothed
to my eldest sister,
who’d fallen to illness.
Shortly after,
I was to take her place
to be promised
to the Duke of Ferrara-
I still find her
to be the lucky one.
He was a collector;
he had a sight for beauty,
for particular pieces,
and I,
I was just another piece
on his board.
Every move I made
was carefully observed, curved
into his own obsessive narrative
of how he wanted to render me.
I was the act-less villain
in his life,
and yet
I am somehow still
the villain to his guilt.
Even
In
Death
I can’t escape
his loathing
for me.
Shadows lurking
used to accompany me
when I walked the halls,
so I started to spend
more and more time in my room-
loneliness became
my closest companion.
I had no way out
once I was in–
waiting was like a predator
stalking its prey.
The waiting was excruciating,
the act was release.
I wrote this
to nurture credence
into my existence,
and before my fate
was sealed by him.
I wonder now if my death
frees me from my duty?
The best thing now
about being a spirit
roaming freely
in the shadows,
is seeing the Duke
haunted by his own guilt,
and cursed by his own shame–
How self-infliction
checked mate,
his entire
boardgame.
The jaws sing
As the drip, drip, drip,
Of the petroleum chorus
Dances across
The inverted aluminum
And the hissing starts
And the hissing stays
Its smell a warning
A final omen
Like the last rose
Of summer
Or the fragrance she wore
For that final goodbye
The teeth tear inward
Like the regret for today
And the regret for yesterday
And the lament for tomorrow
Its promise broken
And your khakis red
And baptized
A stigmata
To self infliction
As the music plays constant
And the rushing you feel
An emptying of sorrow
Onto the crushed ceiling
Of a dream in reverse
Of all life in reverse
Until two arms grab you
And you fall from the sky
And you fall from the sky
Waiting
For the ground
To coronate the outcome
And for one more answer
To a ‘why’ unquestioned
And to love you one more time
But the lights are now dim
And the voices muffled
As an organ can be heard
And store bought flowers smelled
And an old woman cries…
As a young woman cries…
And a stranger pronounces
What you feared the most
They didn’t know you
And couldn’t know you
The exit sign flashing
But there is no door
“There Is No Door”
—and then the music stops
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Living life dangerously with my heart on my sleeve
So reckless, So careless. Others can't conceive
Have you no walls? Where is your protection?
You're bound to get hurt by self-infliction
They look upon me. Baffled and shocked
"You foolish girl" they shout. They've mocked
Pain is all you'll find taking a risk such as this
You'll be left heartbroken over short lived bliss
I've heard it all before. Been told a time or two
They've even been right. I'll admit that to you
Here's what I know. What I learned from it all
Love is a risk. Even guarded you can fall
Nothing last forever. Everything will change
Hearts come together, fall apart, rearrange
Rather by choice, by time, or by death
Even when it last to someone's final breath
But there's no growth without pain
As there's no flowers without rain
Say what you will, I told you from the start
On my sleeve it will stay, my foolish heart
The jaws sing
As the drip, drip, drip,
Of the petroleum chorus
Dances across
The inverted aluminum
And the hissing starts
And the hissing stays
Its smell a warning
A final omen
Like the last rose
Of summer
Or the fragrance she wore
For that final goodbye
The teeth tear inward
Like the regret for today
And the regret for yesterday
And the lament for tomorrow
Its promise broken
And your khakis red
And baptized
A stigmata
To self infliction
As the music plays constant
And the rushing you feel
An emptying of sorrow
Onto the crushed ceiling
Of a dream in reverse
Of all life in reverse
Until two arms grab you
And you fall from the sky
And you fall from the sky
Waiting
For the ground
To coronate the outcome
And for one more answer
To a ‘why’ unquestioned
And to love you one more time
But the lights are now dim
And the voices muffled
As an organ can be heard
And store bought flowers smelled
As an old woman cries…
And a young woman cries…
And a stranger pronounces
What you feared the most
They didn’t know you
And couldn’t know you
The exit sign flashing
But there is no door
“There is no door”
—and then the music stops
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
How easy it is not to be sought or seen;
hiding from existence,
weakening confidence,
missing its eloquence...
when feelings resurge
to question the misery of what has been
with a pathetic urge.
Why does one choose
those moods of loneliness
and turn into a lurking shadow,
then rest under a solitary willow?
Why be the friend of gloomy solitude,
instead of the friend of cheery sunshine?
Nothing is to be gained if ingratitude
doesn't allow reality and truth to entwine.
Note on picture # 1: Being invisible or hiding from the world
is self-infliction, it effects teens and adults who are
misunderstood and unloved.
The jaws sing
As the drip, drip, drip,
Of the petroleum chorus
Dances across
The inverted aluminum
And the hissing starts
And the hissing stays
Its smell a warning
A final omen
Like the last rose
Of summer
Or the fragrance she wore
For that final goodbye
The teeth tear inward
Like the regret for today
And the regret for yesterday
And the lament for tomorrow
Its promise broken
And your khakis red
And baptized
A stigmata
To self infliction
As the music plays constant
And the rushing you feel
An emptying of sorrow
Onto the crushed ceiling
Of a dream in reverse
Of all life in reverse
Until two arms grab you
And you fall from the sky
And you fall from the sky
Waiting
For the ground
To coronate the outcome
And for one more answer
To a ‘why’ unquestioned
And to love you one more time
But the lights are now dim
And the voices muffled
As an organ can be heard
And store bought flowers smelled
And an old woman cries…
As a young woman cries…
And a stranger pronounces
What you feared the most
They didn’t know you
And couldn’t know you
The exit sign flashing
But there is no door
“There Is No Door”
—and then the music stops
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)