Sedatives Poems

Evils

Evils

Money-hungry xenophobic cruelty
Automated psychopath robots
Lustful murderous tendencies
White cloaks, expensive sedatives

Human values and hopes are dead
Trampled and discarded religions
Disgusting psychology thrives on life - there
Alcohol and medicine are the life here -, it’s psychological

Created by celebrated world professors
Success, money, and career are on their side
Suffering, depression, and pain in my side
Hopelessness and abandonment on our side…

Dotty Doggy Duo

Dotty doggy duo, daily derring-do,
descending leaves decorating yard,
Beau-black as coal,
brown-eyed batty Gus,
barking brazenly, bounding,
both bonkers?
a boisterous, "You betcha!"

Kings of calamity-
canines of chaos,
squirrels scurry for sweet sanity,
scolding silver September
acorn gatherers,
sedulously seeking sedatives!

God's Polaroid

        Seven second serendipitous develop
        Macro piano keys maestro, Lord
        Ceiling laden with citrus psychedelic
        Unsatiated homosapiens flawed


        Ghost film fire eye-socket negatives
        Kaleidoscope rolls in their skulls
        Soiree opaque pink sequin sedatives
        Scintillate wicked sinful impulse
  
  
        Protein hungry industry herds herbivores 
        Apex predator caves to serpent 
        Coveted control position consumes pure
        Curious article of cruel torment 


        Sacred score smudged in blood punishes
        Hell or Heaven editors insidious 
        Emit charcoal chuckles, lit match judges
        Bicker Bible's pixels ambiguous 


        Dusk draws hills, halcyon skied silhouette
        God made man strive in shadow
        Modified paradise prints timely pirouette
        Gluttony grabs hanging mangos

        
       
           
             22nd February
              Sold Fables

Root Decay

it hurt so much that she prised out the molar in despair

with a corner post missing pain oozed from wounded flesh

one cavity exchanged for another but rawness lay bare

she tried painkillers and sedatives then settled for hash


anguish hampered her feelings and she tore at her heart

until emotional turmoil pulsated in oblivion and voids

took a few more puffs from the reefer to make a start

to clean up her act but failed and reached out for opioids


dazed in a haze it appeared to work well for a short while

she pickaxed her mind and attempted to extract the root 

of disorientation sorrow and evil but her mind remained vile

confused and drugged the remedy’s effects stayed rather moot


alcohol uppers and downers magic mushrooms and cocaine

followed her on the devastating road to full blown compulsion

whatever she tried she spread bedlam and became more insane

threw the drugs in the loo and looked back in fearful repulsion


21st September 2020

Parent Sales

(buy two for the price of one)

Serve your mom and dad a tea at breakfast
With ginger and drops of sedatives to relax
Drive them to the market in Happy Town
Buy them new outfits and shoes
Parents must look good for a presentation
Comb their hair.  Part it in the middle
Nix that.  Your dad is bald.
Pat him on the head for good luck.  "Good boy!"
Buy two leashes at the leash emporium
One pink, one in blue to tell them apart
Attach mom and pop around the neck but gently
Strangulation is against the law and not too friendly
Remember they are parents so show respect
Sell them at the marketplace.  Kiss them goodbye
Slaves are in short supply these days
Parent sales are precious and fetch a pretty penny
They make great gifts at Christmas
Take dad’s wallet.  It is the least you can do
For all he has done for you and don’t forget mommy
Leashes look great on them in pink and blue
Toodaloo you two

Authors Note:  The author loved his parents.  They were great people.  He wants to inform you that this is a fictional piece and advises against selling your family members unless they start to annoy you.

Called a Sin

Don’t ask the gods if they sent
sedatives to cure the pain
those aches of body’s frame
or the trials of mind’s domain

indulgence in the medicine
not prescribed but still pursued
by the drink or much more
addressing woes all deplore

removing more than agony
when composure is reduced
inebriation of the whole
in pursuit of the profane

to be wasted is called a sin
this sacrament now denied
even as the misery
demands a world that’s more humane.

Younger Scars

Fetishes,senses and derangement calls,
Sedatives crushed into the hold,
A trance of tragedy, regaining conciousness,
Abreast on fantasy, stranded on hope.

Derailing conclusions often up shut,
Just another goddess, worshipped in not a castle nor hut,
A deranged perspective, too joyful to be true,
For she ,closer to happiness ,has faced twice the rue.


her eyes red, her clothes  torn,Sensations on her lips bloom,
Ashes on her neck,ashes on her chest,
Squirming in delight as the wounds undress
Vigour and joy turn to gloom,Her face scarred, her mind numb,
Behold she is a child still sucking on her thumb.

By Gosh

I could have been born anywhere
to any kind of family
or tribe for that matter.

I could have been adopted
or at least adopted a pen name.

At some point in my life 
I've been to Paris.

I could have studied ordinary things there
but I don't want to think about ordinary things
not then, not there, not now.

I would have eventually been influenced by sedatives and surrealism
which would have influenced the beliefs held hostage in my subconsciousness.

I have no doubt I'd end up sitting in a room with a book case
and years would go by
just as I had expected.
By gosh.

No Medication

No medication


No more medication, no more sedatives.
No more manufactured state of bliss, 
Is needed here for I have found my peace.


If all you bring is negativity,
Then keep your thoughts away from me;
For your negativity can no longer hurt me.


For I feel nothing for you anymore,
Whilst feeling everything for her, the next girl.
She is naturally kind when she goes au naturel; 
All I want from you is that you go to Hell.


There is nothing like TV to kick you in the teeth
And bring you down to your knees, down to reality.
Watching romantic comedy movies,
Is no longer possible for me.


Life is a rollercoaster with its ups and downs,
But you enjoy the ride sometimes, when love is in the air.


It all happens in an instant,
Blink and you will miss it.

(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Slave To the Wage

She's in the H Bed for an overdose
She's a broken
But beautiful girl
A rose
In and out apparatus to help her breath through her nose
I'm her holding her hand because we're close

I'm her 
 friend
The weird one who has on his aunts dead husbands clothes

Capture this moment in a photo
"Will she be okay" I'm waiting for the doctors to let me know.
Discharged, out we go.
Back to inhaling and impaling but I'm a critic and an observer I never follow

So I said, "Don't make me cry"
I know what you mean by living everyday life like you want to die
All the sedatives and
okays are a lie
We must endure but why?
But I'll be okay if you don't say goodbye.

The paramedics came
She's back in again
It's all the same
A cycle of pain

Final breath
First death
Pale rose
Her eyes begin to close
Her soul goes.
The tears in out flows.

How am I to survive
When our talks kept me alive
Breaking my hands trying to revive
The one person who kept me alive

Alternatively

Nothing can describe the hatred inside for not having been strong enough to keep you alive
Between you and me the weak one survived
I'd give infinity and more to have you revived.

Tough As Nails

Hopeful doesn’t mean stupid
That doesn’t mean I wasn’t stupid
I was in a state and messed up
Simple as that.

I could dramatize
Spill all the stars from my eyes and mouth and cry out for answers but,
I won’t. 
My spirit can dance alone.
A lapse in judgement will not throw it off beat because it dances to a cosmic drum. My heartbeat and no one else’s.

Dropped my shield 
Set myself on fire 
Burned up a daft dream 
And fell to ashes.

I’ve proven to relate to the phoenix 
Both of us know what it’s like to die a quick death and come back stronger
Time and time again
Our ashes swirl into the manifestation of our desires and in that I find my comfort.

Boulders
Hard topped, granite counters
Tough as nails kid
But kid is man or at least he pretends to be.

Smart phones aren’t so smart but, I’m writing this on one
Sedatives and sad, country music mood swims through my veins.

Excuse me, while I go have a drink with that phoenix.

Stream of Consciousness

Kick rocks with socks
Only to rip through your epidermal layers
Say your prayers before you're laid to rest
Like the nay-sayers disguised as
Mayors & representatives
Mainstream media sedatives turning your relatives
Into brain-dead gelatin
With an empty skeleton
At the gates of sleep,
Demanding to let us in
Our souls are reaped
As the strings are manipulated by
The elongated
Lives of the Elohim
Striking down like the beam
From a ray gun
Reflecting away from the sun
To delay the sun from the doomsday pun
Intended to run for office
With a strangled orifice
Greedy lungs don't breathe in bliss
Because their needy daughters & sons
Suck them dry of any wealth applied
To the one-percent that defied us all
& lied to protect their hide
In order to decide whether to preside
In luxurious homes or dwell in the catacombs
Of hell
Up to their necks in the wishing well only wishing 
they were well & rested
Yet, they remain hollow-chested
& detested as the rest of us protested
Like the oppressed did, as we're molested...

The Space Between Chapstick

I heard the radio say we won’t make it
the announcer was quite sure of it

I’m fearing the sound of sirens 
Welcoming the sound of detachment

From inside out
Outside in 
From last nights drink to tomorrow nights sin

Dead on time isn’t my usual agenda, but neither was any of this
Showing up fashionably late fashionable
Helped ease the conversationalist
The man in the corner
Dirty wine glasses stack to the brim with sedatives

Someone help me
I wasn’t supposed to see the criteria
Somebody get me out of this fog
I can see a shadow holding a rose with comfort
Someone get me out of this fog

Five seconds before the crash
I was illustrating my demise
Speaking of you
Speaking of me
I’ve suffered worse fates in your eyes

Five seconds before the garden
I was watching your mother crow
Speaking of her 
Speaking of him
From the thumping down below

This is it, this is the rest of our lives
This is what happens when you blink
This is the rest of our lives

Co-Operation'

At the emergency room, he arrived one night,
High on drugs, and full of fight'
Handcuffed and escorted by a cop;Would his yelling ever stop?

The air was blue as he yelled his curses, 
At the E. R. aides and the nurses.
People trying to stop him from dying,
But all their assistance, he was denying.

Skill prevailed; sedatives won out.
He was finally quiet (  welcome change no doubt).
Procedures were done, but by one it was related,
" How easy it would have been had he co-operated."

I thought as I watched professionals do their job:
How often I'm the same way with God'
He wants to help me leave where I've been,
But I cos to remain in my sin.

The Father who formed me so long ago,
Wants only my best; why so I treat Him so'
But He is patient, and will stand and wait,
Until I decide to co-operate'

 For my life, he has great plan,
Though most parts of it I don't understand.
He is molding me in the image of His Son,
So the more I yield, the sooner He'll be done.

                                                           Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.)
                                                           October 20, 2002

Visiting Hours

You didn't shake
as much in
the psych ward, 
possibly because
of the medication.
A cocktail of 
paxil, seroquel,
lithium and sedatives.
The white walls
dimmed your 
pale complexion.
The pink rosed
paintings on the
wall reflected
the first bit
of color returning
to your peaked
gaunt cheeks, and
big sad eyes.
You'd get so angry,
trying to hold back
cries...stressed
from all the secrets
of your condition that
the uniforms and 
clipboards kept 
from you.
We'd walk the 
circular hallway.
My black work loafers
and your socks 
circumfrencing the
middle ground of 
sanity.
We'd hold eachother
in the corner, under
the light wood
safety rail.
You, propped up
against the wall.
Me..pressed againt
your chest.
You'd envelope 
me with your
long arms and 
whisper in my ear
between your tears
that this...
couldn't last forever.

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