Having tasted substance abuse,
today in truth,
many of the young
are wasted in their youth.
But 'God damn' only the pusher
you didn't oughta
as, without the doer,
the dealer, he'd be dead in the water.
One and the same, they're both to blame,
as off each other they will feed,
the former for avarice, a.k.a., greed,
the latter for a misconceived need...
if not to allay his fears,
but cede to the pressure of his peers.
If only my life I could live over again
and the years unfold in my daily scuffle,
as at the thought of growing old,
I recoil from this mortal shuffle.
With apologies to; George Bernard Shaw (1856 – 1950) and William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Filled with substance,
Never know who I’ll be next -
A person in disguise
Like the back of an earring,
Lost in the fibers
Unsure of what thought comes next -
But I feel more aware,
Yet still so alone -
Misunderstood,
Substance,
You’ve held me so tight.
Made me feel safe
But without you, it’s so much clearer
I cannot replace,
I must escape
And learn to live without you
Killing time before a movie,
an ex and I
rifles thru what the nearby shoppes had to offer,
hoping to be aroused by some
remarkable deal.
I was making a Facebook post in
the first row of used clothes
when Eric sent me a text:
“Got some extra muscle relaxers
laying around.
Would you be interested?
I know you and your buddies like to
get into all kinds of shenanigans.
Haha.”
Told him that I’d
“keep him posted”
while I used the movie
to consider his offer.
Anecdotes of friends were recalled,
and even though
it would’ve been fun to
mix with something else,
I decided the money would be
better spent on something
that could get me
ed up instead.
"Needle stuck in the arm"
I am slowly fading away.... I am stuck in my
own world, The more l try to run, the worse the cravings become.
Cannot recognize the face l am seeing when l look in the mirror, it
feels like something has taken over me. This demon l tolerated for so
long is engulfing all that's good about me. I cannot be trusted for
nothing else matters besides getting a fix! A delepitated health is
all that's left of me, I was warned! But never listened. My judgement
is constantly clouded, l am a mess.
Needle stuck in the arm....
Melted plastic only 16 years
It was on concrete round under the sun
While I was shedding tears
What's the use Environmental substance abuse
Midnight see Amenia Marine
Midnight saxophone solo
Sea anemone amethyst
What's the use, Environmental substance abuse
Patina mist breezy
Royal jacaranda ultraviolet sneezes
Achoo bless you
Sinful articles man caretaker of Earth
Midnight seems so solar bright
Midnight saxophone solo
Drum roll Marco Polo
Down rainbows ends
BlackBerry puddle Timberwolves
Spirit Rock jacaranda
Temporal barracuda
7 * 70 16 years
Plastic bags and bottles
Never decomposed lasting for eternity
Pre-kindergarteners elderly grandmothers the populist and politicians say
What's the use environmental substance abuse
12/18/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr
Loose Knit
by Michael R. Burch
She blesses the needle,
fetches fine red stitches,
criss-crossing, embroidering dreams
in the delicate fabric.
And if her hand jerks and twitches in puppet-like fits,
she tells herself
reality is not as threadbare as it seems ...
that a little more darning may gather loose seams.
She weaves an unraveling tapestry
of fatigue and remorse and pain; ...
only the nervously pecking needle
pricks her to motion, again and again.
Published by The Chariton Review, Penumbra, Black Bear Review, Triplopia
I live in the nothing
And I invite you in
Bring your negativity
With shame for all your sins
I won't judge your faults
or laugh at your mistakes
You can relive your past
Until your now awakes
Join me in the silence
And enter the abyss
Here thoughts are left unchanged
And feelings don't exist
You can leave this sanctuary
and come back at anytime
Knowing you are always safe
In the absence of your mind
The streets have become lonely
Days have gone quieter
Gone are the days when kids would play until dusk
With joyful sounds that rejoiced their mothers and fathers
Distancing themselves from substance abuse.
Our generation is lost
Our schools have been abandoned
Our homes are desolate
Substance abuse rules our nation.
We weep for the future is dark and dull
Dreams and hopes have been murdered
Buried by the blood intoxicated with drugs
While veins pulsate with alcohol.
Young lives are shuttered
Young lives are gone
Our generation is lost
Our nation perishes
Thank you substañce abuse, surely you are proud.
Vanessa Carlton's, making my way through the crowd and I'm home bound
Coming off his elevator last evening as there she was, a little Red Tailed Fox
So pretty albeit a tad bit frieghtened; while her tiny creation, trotted away...
Lovingly about the corner disappearing, from my view ? Reflecting this year
Past whence beholding atop their very same, third floor, his baby vampire's
Black pearl eyes google surprise clinging to it's wall gazing; of precious life ?
As once more we find these splendours aside, the miracle be sight; blessed
White scorching light her kittens at play a new born giraffe his mother's gift
Bashful long lashes she stares ten thousand years quivering lips her heart's
Refrain sitting amidst tear covered mountains ? Rivers, which wind weeping
Time this witness their infants crawling through another day; that your pain
Love, and whom shall we claim ? Entering the sanctuary open arms to erase.
Between the tight spots
of living and wishing
Some find their peace at
the entrance of escape.
It was there in that darkspot
called the bottom, where the
volume is the purest way
of release.
For the moment.
Still, most are still clung to God.