I was tempted by angels of Addiction
and the devil of Alien affection. My
dying wish, a dirty martini enema
to scour my sanguine soul and write
poetry to suit my heralding headings.
Leave your dreary dungeon self behind
No pain for time served.
No time for pain served.
Love is all around
Sad but true
People are quick to judge, they see my tattoos, my personal art on a canvas of what was me before all the crap has drug me down to the deepest the depths, and yet I manage to always emerge from the pain, loss and heartache. The doc says I have PTSD and bipolar depression from it, although I somehow manage a smile to passersby even if it is fake, I attempt to make others days a little brighter. Drug addiction alcoholism couldn't even hold me down for long because I know I am better than that some days it's a struggle to force myself out of bed but in my head, I sing broken because I gather the shattered pieces and glue myself back together. Sad but true disturbed is my mind in my dreams just a little stronger every day. Purple haze smoke enters my lungs as I lay back listening to sitting on the dock of the bay wanting to be their pole and my toes in water, wondering what tomorrow holds!
A Sad But True Thought
When racing world pales deep, its darkness takes first stage
evil parades as good, soon becomes all the rage.
When humanity walks blind, rather than open eyed
graveyards will fill with those, that far too early died.
Robert J. Lindley, 5-17-2018
Quatrain, ( World Racing Headlong Into The Dark Abyss)
I was only two steps away,
Looking down and shakeing my head,
So close to reaching the top,
But I had to slip and fall instead,
All the way back to the ground,
After working so damn hard,
Now I'm debating on getting up,
Maybe I'll just stay here and guard,
Guard this spot in my life,
I seem to want to be here more,
Cause no matter how close I get,
I always find myself back on the floor,
I'd like to be the bigger person,
But I'm so ready to stop trying,
I'm just going to fall again,
Why continue I'd just be lying,
To myself thinking I can make it,
I guess the kids at school were right,
I'll never amount to anything in life,
Why should I even try to fight,
I'll just exept my new place,
And exept the fact that I'm not strong,
A loser I will continue to be,
Cause the bottom is where I belong!!
Hunt all the animals cut down the trees dumped waist in the oceans rivers and the seas.
Litter bugs go and vote told to listen while they preach.
Taught be a good worker at school if you hear what they teach.
Attend your churches confess to ya priest talk to your gods
Pray for release.
Waiting for an answer to come while you sleep.
Listen to the government
Trust our police.
There's something to see but we're blinded by the dusty air struggling to speak where I'm choking on this atmosphere
Searching for employment where I'm needed off this Shabby sphere swear was born off the planet broke the rules and was banished here.
Hunt all the animals cut down the trees dumped waist in the oceans rivers and the seas.
Told life be a mystery live it and see be rich be free be known be clean.
Go be free freedom dont exist chief its breach life aint cheap fighting for peace quite pricey I'm realising.
So see you ask nicely I'm declining
Mans biggest downfalls his pride its takes time to realise lifes too short to die.
Witnessed mortality as life flashed before my eyes
Last mortal survivor left mentally traumatized.
(fact none fiction)
It's noticeable you like to prey on innocent lives
For you are not tough to prey on someone your own size
You know the results I noticed it too,of what would become
Of you ,if you would of bully those your own size.
No part of you would be left standing nor breath.
Of course that's why I became your victim and now trying to victimize my son to.
You try to create suffering and everything in between
But you Forgetting that now you are a guilty criminal indeed.
You walk around in the world with no shame and bold.
For you assume you are the future like those who are as
Horrible as you.
As me and my son trying to Live our lives as usual like you
Do not exist.
But yet you are a harassment speaking of me like as if we
Ever met. You are a nobody like my horrible parents.
Everything you do the world will do unto you not in a good way.
A strong woman I am from all you have done. Not depress,
Not miserable ,nor suicidal, and everything you was expecting. Sorry to disappoint you it's because I am going to destroy you for I am Darkness of Truth.
Sad but true. When we all fall down who will catch you?
Count the days and praise the one who always prays.
The sun is coming down on us hard
tonight.
When she finally dies her blood will paint the sky with the color called night.
Small pin holes called stars shine through the black blanket of blood.
Pain"t" is just a dirty cover up with Tea added to the mud.
Take the "T" away and all you have left of this cover up is PAIN!
The secret you conceal in your heart keeps your brain from being sain.
Add the secret Tea to this with all of your kindness and a Sain"t" will be forever in
your heart.
In order to finally finish this life with peace, you have to know were to start!!
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