My limbs unlax,
stress leaking from my body and
collecting like a basin of a
candle’s freshly melted wax;
One inhale of the plastic casket,
which burns judgingly in my back pocket,
is enough to dredge up the relaxation
my dreary, dramatic life has lacked,
smacking me in my temples
with a dopamine-injected hand.
An inhale, a flurry of smoke,
smolders holes in my lungs
until it constricts and chokes
me, until its disguised benignant nature
reveals its true form;
Stimulants create my deliquesce,
allowing my brain much-needed bliss,
but in a fine, descript disclaimer
written in purposefully disappearing ink, it’s
benevolence whispers addiction.
I need friend
To spend these empty days of mine
Where I talk to myself
And try to make myself happy
To have a coffee
To drink a little bit
To take a walk
To give a hug
The universe wants me cold
As I live this solitary life.
You have a friend really many – We all need/want them
I/We want to fill your days with joy and understanding
And sing in harmony
So we both/all feel so fine
We have our favorite stimulants
And our calming fluids
Stretch our legs and arms
Getting ready to hug each other
The universe is a ing dope
Please hold on ~ to me
Collaboration Amethyste & Jim Musics
Coldness up layers Warmth
Sanctuary, in the early light and misty dawns
balance appearing untouched by fear and
doubt that crumbles in front of us in sudden
disillusionment.
Falseness, and bareness, capture the tears of another
pronouncing love in an unfamiliar way
confronting each day with uncertainty, containing
indifference finding in time, life was never
the way we thought it to be.
Don't dismiss the truth spoken, in times of distance
and knowledgeable souls, understand words
spoken in grace.
Awareness mingles among patience, flirting in
fields of tranquility, mystical journeys, and abandoned thoughts
withdrawn from artificial stimulants astounded by fate's
recognition of banishment.
Coldness up layers warmth unrecognized and unexplained
unfamiliar mannerisms.
Copyright ? DerenaBree( All Rights Reserved)
Her hormones fled the coop on scalding tires.
Motel maids were her sisters, bars her occupation,
a place to work on the aerobics of hope.
He was a hazard in her side-view mirror,
a pileup that followed her home.
Hitched to a double-wide,
they took the long slide in a downhill race.
Both rode their desires in a raw rodeo.
He anointing her with his pity-me seed,
she dispensing self-hate in Dixie cups.
The litter of their love
was dumped on friends and cops.
A shared habit for synthetic stimulants
ensured court dates and warrants.
Naturally, they pointed fingers,
gambled on a better hand tomorrow.
Authentic feelings waned,
emotions were stored in freezer bags,
kept on ice. They were no longer nice
to each other, nor did they try,
love blinked out in dulling eyes.
They still made house together,
but the magic had left for the circus,
for months they clawed their way out
of a bad country song,
until the band broke up.
Green turtles are listed as, endangered
and are mainly found, in tropical and sub-tropical sea oceans
they are one of the largest sea turtles, to have ever embraced our oceans
and are the only Sea Turtle herbivore, and a great sea ocean mentor
Green turtles graze on seagrasses, that helps maintain beds of seagrass
and when they have digested, going to the dunny release’s vital nutrients
for many species of plants and animals, as they thrive with stimulants
and seagrass beds are nurseries, for species to amass their social class
Sea turtles need beaches for nesting, but humans are encroaching
and they harvest their eggs, and hunt the adults for greedy investing
Coastal development, vehicle beach traffic, and other human activities
are destroying sea turtle nesting, and climate change is male declining
The chiro gave the manipulation as usual,
guaranteed to solve all ills for a day;
we drove thro' rainbows like Pilgrim's Progress,
what should have been more was definitely less.
These magic cures and stimulants like viagra,
were pathetic, naive, just didn't last mister,
I was glad that I could rise above such trivia,
unfortunately, it wasn't the case for Olivia,
God must have had a macabre sense f humour,
because being straightforward was just a rumour,
when he invented women as a strange friend,
it turned out to be a nightmare with no end.
Much as we love them for holding our 'dick,'
their mindset won't be solved by having a 'click.'
blandness of stories, the lines memorized.
fallen lashes thin my mind
bereft of stimulants.
2/6/2019
Summer Stimulants
Where birds fly high thru crimson sky of day
Our hearts in trance of sweet romance by night
Emotions wonder and plunder with play
Lust in air a scanty stare of loves bite
Kisses bloom with a flaming fume fire
Where tears of joy will deploy tidal waves
Minstrels marching angels arching with choir
Erotic sounds have no bounds chiming caves
Eyes of gold will behold seducing soul
Starry caress of a face finesse fate
Bashful bodies of luscious follies stroll
Leading thru the Garden of Eden gate
Memories made in summer shade of lure
With trace of embrace…loves aroma cure
'Summer Love'....by Justin Timberlake
May. 14.2018
Summer Love ~ English Sonnet (10 syllables per line)
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Getting up this morning
has never seemed so hard.
The space between the floor
and my hanging feet as I sit on the edge
of my bed has never seemed so high.
It's as if I'm sitting at the top of the Empire state building,
looking down at this materialistic world.
OH HOW we've become so attached to things
that only satisfy our greed,
instead of our happiness.
Perhaps that's why,
although the sun shines the air is still cold.
Because when we exhale
(Deep breathe in and out)
That carbon dioxide is cold like our hearts.
Perhaps that's why
we use alcohol, oxycontin,
marijuana, and cocaine
because we have become so plain
that we need these stimulants to stimulate our bodies
with false feelings.
But I guess these false feelings
are the closest we can get to real feelings.
(sigh).
This world I choose not to accept.
Because although this might be the way things are,
that doesn't determine the way they ought to be.
First and foremost on the agenda,
would be to locate an affordable,
casual and favorable eatery
tubby agreeable to our taste
indubitable choice without
(any formal dress code),
nor further haste.
Strait away to the great weigh
(or if vegetarian – whey)
station of delectable food
where the exquisite, expertise, and exotic
high steak king a claim on Michelin Guide,
Gayot Guide/Gault Millau, American
Automobile Association, Forbes
Travel Guide reputation good.
Testimony to legendary praise
explaining why patrons travel
for countless days
transforming him/her
into steady state,
where he/she shuffles along
in a dishabille quotidian famished daze
far and wide culinary craze
out of this world wide web, the wispy Lyft
wafts trace steamy filament up braise
our noses,
whereat heads nod affirmation i.e. ayes.
Even before making a glad entrance
(into Restaurant) complete
a host of fresh, enticing,
and delicious aromas serve as a treat.
Delicate, foreign, hefty indescribable
ole factory stimulants delight
infiltrating thru swinging kitchen doors
holding us smell bound,
though thin filaments invisibly light.
Carbohydrates, caffeine and chocolate
Crave, create and crash
The season of darkness upon us
Time for a hundred yard dash
To the food mart
Fill up the cart
With stimulants and cheer
Same old story,
same solution
Just a different year
Oh Dr.Oz would you endorse
Visionary entheogens,
Opiates and stimulants to
Find truths,
Unlocking the rooms of the
Universe of the inside?
Following bliss
Finding God ,
The true self
The Astral self
But the loneliest room
Is the one outside.
And the check out time is now.
Oh sick world filled with a million televangelist
And one hundred and fifty channels
Filled with prosperity gospels
And fifty dollar good faith seeds
But the Lord needs a extra sixty.
Oh Mr. Campbell what new myths
Shall we live by?
What new messiah awaits
Behind face one thousand and one?
Oh Dr.Phil help us as we brace our psyches
For the trip back to the moon.
The time is near for
Young men shall have visions
And old men shall dream dreams
As they browse discount racks
With money left over,
After amscott customer service fees.
Oh Lord how long
Till this life rolls up
Like a scroll?
And we stand glorified
Before ourselves
Reflected in the eyes
Of our absentee father?
Sitting in the basement
Two friends were fairly wasted
With an idea, both of them could taste it
So they decided they would make it
They tried to pull up the internet
With a computer not even turned on yet
So they smoked another doobie and
Came up with a master plan
When the internet finally did come on
They Googled how to make an "H" bomb
They giggled like silly teenage girls
Cause the knew they'd be rulers of their world
They wish they'd studied more in school
This "H" bomb language wasn't written for simple fools
So they called up someone smart they knew
They called Bob
Well Bob was just right down the street
Always there to help a friend in need
Even came with his own bag of weed
Bob is a good friend indeed
After an hour or so they tried to explain
What they needed from good ole what's his name
But couldn't remember why it was he even came
I guess weed just made the world a safer place
Disclaimer....
I neither condone the use of stimulants
nor the making of homemade nuclear weapons.
1) Gula is Latin for Gluttony, and
2) sheila, with a small 's', is slang for girl.
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GULA
Gluttony or gula
is not an overkill,
it seems to me,
but natural.
To eat in between is good
and to care for quality
is what I can expect
in day and age.
My stimulants aren't rash
but justly there,
and quantity's as high
as want to dare.
Such eagerness I feel
for every meal!
So shaped for me, your sheila,
is gluttony or gula.
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11/9/2015
Contest - A Vice You Love
Sponsor - rob carmack
4th place win
The first person who grew wheat
would have been called “wheat”
and hence the local chieftain and village folks
would have given a nomenclature
to his discovery,
honoring it with his name
it would have been his name
or something rhyming with it
like “cheat”, “heat” or “eat”
or perhaps “treat”
there was probably someone called “gehu”
in India, who grew this grain
and there is a resembling treatise of words
“gay hun” (I am gay) proclaiming sexual choice
giving it a contemporary feel
of an alternative orientation
were they different people who grew it
at the same time, in the different parts of the world?
was it really Mr. Wheat
Or el trigo, blé or weizen
Spanish, French or German
was the wandering original Mr. Wheat
or cheat or heat or the Russian pshenitsy
who propagated this and we missed his chronicles?
and we missed his chronicle of travels
and basic grassroots experiences
of the genesis of rotis and cakes
of flavor stimulants, of bakes
and of the grass of wheat
for a figure conscious succulent lass
wheat and all its ontology
and the first one’s ecstasy
whosoever it was
had a higher calling
than the current day diminution
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