Uh huh, yeah
Uh huh, uh huh, yeah
Yeah, uh huh
Yeah
Yeah, here we go
Uh huh, mmm
'Bout to lay down another track, y'all
Mmhmm, yeah for you
Mmhmm, yeah
Mmhmm, oh, yeah
Uh huh, here we go
Uh huh
Alright, I'm about to
About to, I'm about to start it for real, uh huh
Here we go
Uh huh, yeah
Yeah, uh huh, yeah
AHH, *ahem*
Uh huh, uh huh, yeah
Yeah, here we go
Here we go
Here we go for real
Uh huh, yeah
Yeah, uh huh, yeah
Here we go
Here we go for real
Uh huh, yeah
Jeyeah
Uh huh, yeah, yeah
Here we go, here we go
Umm...
I came into the place
With a smile on my face
Uh huh, yeah
Ha ha, uh huh
Yeah, yeah, uh huh
Mmhmm, yeah
Alright, here we go for real, here we go for real
Yeah, here we go for real
Yeah, Um, uh...
Uh huh, yeah
Here we go for real
Ah ha ha
Yeah, here we go, here we go
Here we go, yeah
Umm...
Uh huh, yeah
Here we go
No, no, here we go
Yeah, uh huh, mmm
Mmm, uh huh, yeah
Yeah, uh huh
Here we go
Here we go, here we go
Uh huh, yeah
Um, sometimes I like to eat a lot of potato chips
Categories:
morphine, abuse, addiction, allah, black
Form: Free verse
Her spirit lingered for days,
wandering around the hospital
visiting her friends, making small talk
Some heard, others thought she was a mosquito
spirit returned to Room 119 often, to check on body
Body was having a difficult time
Chest rattle said it was time to go
Body would not give up
Spirit was hoping hospice would come in
Morphine! Spirit yelled, and lots of it
Body relaxed at last, releasing spirit into the next journey
Categories:
morphine, death,
Form: Free verse
I’ve been hit
in the open gruesome daylight,
Blue and goosebumped shaking, trembling in the cold.
I’ve been marked
by a consequential madness,
White and frightened treading in what I’ve been told.
I trusted and I had hope.
Only to learn what I can see for myself.
I trusted and I had hope.
Now how do I live when the meaning for living is gone?
Out on the lake while there was laughter on the shore,
Your legs gave out,
Your strength was done,
Your hands could get at nothing.
What did it take till you didn’t argue anymore?
Your will was gone,
Your lungs succumbed
to cool, persuading waters
that wooed you slip away ...
I’ve been found
guilty-not guilty, can't really say,
The pounding wears me down so I assent to agree.
I’ve been damned
to a part I wasn't built for,
The offering of lambs always was abhorrent to me.
I trusted and I had hope,
Only to find, What? I have to fend for myself?
I trusted and I had hope.
But how can I live?
Like an old man I get around holding onto walls,
But I fell down to the carpet and curled into a ball,
When you didn’t answer to my call.
There is pain the morphine cannot reach at all.
Categories:
morphine, cry, death, depression, faith,
Form: Free verse
Morphine induced dream
In a sedated scene
Killer clowns are on the loose
And mixing with the zombies
Out for blood and out for flesh
I heard blood curdling screams
From victims of this horror show
That are virgin and teens
All prey to the nightmares
All trying to flee
The circus of horror
Of their dreamscape belief
Trapped inside their conscious minds
Filled with psychotic memories
Induced by drugs and medicine
To deal with hyper activity
To keep them all seemingly normal
In a messed up society
It's very close to Halloween and the real hilarity
Is that this real world is more scary and gory than we could ever truly believe
Let's all sit and hope that another dose of morphine soon kicks in
And takes us too another world a whole lot better than this
Or will it take us back to the world of horror in between
The this nightmare reality or of the twisted place of our dreams.
Image courtesy of Pinterest
Categories:
morphine, dark, dream, drug, fear,
Form: Free verse
Mum, can I go out for a cigarette?
No, you've been in an accident
you're in traction.
Mum, can I go out for a cigarette?
No, you've been in an accident
you're in traction.
Mum, can I go out for a cigarette?
No. You've been in an accident
you're in traction.
Not even an ultralight?
Categories:
morphine, humorous,
Form: I do not know?
Welcome to the city of Morphine where it rains acid and you feel no pain
A city where everyone is numb to the world
Where people dwell in the slums of misery
Shattered lives and shattered glass cover the streets of Morphine
fiends wander down the alleys of agony
Written Keith Edward Baucum
Categories:
morphine, addiction, city, dark, urban,
Form: Free verse
The percent of my body isn't at one hundred anymore. I walk this earth as others, yet I realize I was born different.
Memories of the past still haunt me as if I was Ebenezer Scrooge. Late night worships of the one thing that kept me sane in this deranged world, is the only thing burning the inside of my heart.
You sit there with a blank face watching me digest you to aid the pain I struggle with every day. Characteristics are very exotic; they adapt to the things around them, and that sometimes isn't always perfect.
As I consume the rest of your cold hearted body; I collapse with a image in my head of a white rose; the symbol of hope.
Now as I rest in my new home; and I hear the tears fall from family and friends, I adjust to the environment of being just another teenager who committed suicide.
Categories:
morphine, beautiful, conflict, dark, destiny,
Form: Free verse
Anaesthetise me
Still I'll dance through your dreams
With a ballerinas mastery
A candid cliche
Your lips taste like morphine
But I'll love you anyway
Hearts grow weaker
Preserve the love I'm promising
It won't last forever
Categories:
morphine, love,
Form: Rhyme
I cry for you with poppy tears,
My lover somniferum, sleep-bringing wonder,
Dreamer.
For the sweet, delirious Heaven
Of your pure, red rock heart,
And for the black tar incense of your opiate
Lips, laced with midnight oil.
You're the White Lady's gold dust;
My own brand of Mr. Blue.
Poppies will put you to sleep, like a seed,
You taste like addiction, drawn into me as indigo smoke.
I feed off the essence of you in my burning dreams.
Categories:
morphine, health, love, passion,
Form: Free verse
I deal with the pain to no avail
Morphine in the cabinet yells its hail
I pop the pills hoping for some relief
But I am in turmoil, my belief
Constant ups and downs in my life
I fear being an addict to my future wife
But I can’t help it, the pain is strong
Life should’t be like this, it is wrong
Morphine is calling for me again
And this is how the poem began
Her grasp on my life is heavy
But the relief she brings, sedates me
I float into the air of nonexistence
A rest from pain so consistent
Here comes the warm rush of blood to the head
Here I lie all alone in silence, in bed
Now that the pain is finally gone
My body’s cells vibrate with opiate song
Oh how I wish the feeling would last
But soon the pain will be back, much too fast
Morphine is calling to me again
Pulling me into her opium den
The pain screams for some numbness
I pop the pills again with a quickness
She has me trapped like I am some slave
She pulls me into her hopeless cave
I wish there was answer to my pain
But I am afraid my life is in bane
Morphine is calling for me once again
And this is how the poem began
Categories:
morphine, angst, health, life, sad,
Form: I do not know?