Clouds of dust rise to the peak of the mountain spire as it busts the protective view that
sometimes inspires.
Acid has put blight to this placid scene
of power and might, formerly a vista of uninterrupted might.
What might become of this destructive scene, can it be undone, will it again invoke the
clean, serene scene that it once gave before the smoke of acid rain created an above
ground grave?
Choke, smoke, like poking a fire the majestic Frasier’s melt away from the scene like
glaciers that perspire.
Bear over there, does it dare take a drink from the fountain of acid or does it drink from
the lake deceptively placid?
Birds tweet and flutter, do they build a nest in this dead tree like a mouse in a hollowed
out gutter?
Will the rhythm and time of natural cycles heal these wounds inflicted by the obsessed
progress of us who are partners in crime?
Richard J. Long
November, 2009
Come unhinged
On a liquor binge
Face down in the snow
You’re the man
With drink in hand
The bar can’t make you go
That drink of wine
Sure taste fine
You’ve never been so low
When you drink
That’s what you think
For what reason
You don’t know
Perturbed by you, my family and friends.
I’m losing. Propaganda is told and sold
So cheaply, wantonly squandered against my trust.
To never fight for life together or again.
Is immoral pleasure gained from your lies?
It’s unexpectedness swift, so cutting inside.
The outcome real to me if not to you,
I feel the hurt, the closing love we knew
One time from birth, no more is ours to share.
To drink from your well, shallow with love I found
Flavours too strong and harsh to drink for long.
I tried and failed will nevermore wonder why.
This is my drug
Rushing into me
Leaving me emotionless
...Just as I wanted
Tears drop
But I feel no pain
Moments pass
I start to numb
...It's exactly as I wanted
This is my drink
At the end of the day
I drink to forget
But I still remember...
I can't forget
I'm beat
Emotionally, I'm drained
I tell myself I'll quit
But I'm a hopeless addict,
longing for more of the pain
The pain that numbs
Body, mind, and soul
I keep thinking
If I just keep hurting
Eventually I wont feel anymore
I don't wanna feel anymore
HE is my drug,
my drink at the end of the day
And when I close my eyes
To go to sleep
I know that in the morning,
I'll be alone again
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