Corroded clouds exude narcotic, honeyed sap,
Quelling ancient mayhem in a digital trap.
A quiet ritual, a ballet of bone and steel,
As the mind succumbs to a whispered, lucid deal.
Relics hum in the hollow of the throne,
Nerves collapse in a drug's strange, echoed tone.
A gilded cage, its promises now dust,
I grow my paper-cut wings, born of fragile trust.
I was looking at my life online.
Sure, looks like I’m having a great time.
My world filled with smiling faces;
Look at all the wonderful places.
But listen to me folks, here’s the deal;
Only part of what you see is real.
Just like too much whisky, wine, or weed;
Online excess to dark places leads.
The online world by design deceives,
Confusing what’s real with make believe.
Internet an addictive medium;
Don’t get hooked on online opium.
The stars welcome me with their mist.
Summery, divine, by a waltzing moon,
Lovingly, most appreciatively kissed.
In the shadows of night, is my hope!
Flying to heaven on silvered notes!
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7-7-2021
A paregoric solution might be the ticket.
To making me feel more spry like a cricket.
If I could find the wonderful opium I need
I could start over like a phoenix with baby bird seed.
by Wayne Wysocki
A poppy is pretty and bright
And its juice is so far out of sight
That the smoke in a den
Full of dirty old men
Makes all of them high as a kite.
ominous skies of gloom
orbit through my head
obsessive while oblivious
ornery dragons and
offspring hovering
o’er lofty castles
obtusely perched in
opulent misty glens
of opportunistic prophecy
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on September 17, 2025 for contest DRUGS sponsored by ROB CARMACK - RANKED 8TH
Hope is not just a tranquilizer,
It's a placebo
To keep you alive
Till the doctor comes!
Never you lose hope, never!
Hope is not just an opium,
When the chips are down,
Hope is that part of you
That keeps you alive
It keeps you looking at the brighter side!
Problems are strong, fears are stronger,
But the smallest hope, could conquer them all.
Humans live lives governed
by opium smoking and addiction
difference is the type of opium
all grow opium
all trade opium
all love opium
Music is opium
for those who love dancing
Alcohol is opium
for those who love dizzy feelings
Love is opium
for those who love, love
Power is opium
for those who love manipulations
Religion is opium
for those who love heaven
The gun is opium
for those who love war and conflicts
Poetry is opium
for those who love mental obscurity
she said the cold with out the snow
is just stupid
and i always get down
in the winter
i've seen the bad side of good
the good side of being down
and everyman seems to be his
own god damn prisoner
some days are like tomorrow
and mean nothing
i been known to lose it all
sometimes i just calm it down
but it matters not what i do now
i'm searching for a feeling
some what less than empty
something that feels like opium
after you breathe
i was once potent enough
to wanna be left alone
now saturdays pester
as if theoretically i'm gone
to tell the tale of a story untold
winter sheers my patience pale
so i light a fire, exhale
watch my conscience
pour mercury on a verse
you see the trouble with the curve
is sometimes things seem worse
than they actually are
hindsight i wanna feel like you feel
like opium just after you breathe
tears fall from the eyes of a broken soul
lost without her mate of choice the shrunken soul
ask for the truth of the lie to be revealed.
From beyond, the Sufi whispers to the forsaken soul
frantic like a child without bottle
she to the machine has become the token soul.
Asked if her pride could bear the truth behind lies
she questioned the worth of pride to a stricken soul
and prepared to swallow the pill of truth.
summoning the mauve star of the Aladdin soul
truth blinded her eye and buckled her knee
causing her tongue to cleanse her awaken soul.
All has become enlighten to this new humble spirit
while I, Taylor, splinter an impious dormant African soul !
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