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Anthony Takacs Poem
Demons
I try to get sleep but the demons just keep running round in the back of my brain, and no matter what I do they break me in two, and they're driving me fuc**ing insane.
The sh*t in our veins fu**ks with sh*t in our brains sometimes it's good but sometimes it's bad
When you walk on the wire you're playing with fire and you can f**k up the life that you had.
The music keeps playing and you dance to the tune, only you can hear in your head, and slowly but surely you spin and you spin and you're wishing you were just dead.
You're getting no sleep cause the hours you keep, you f**k and you drink and you snort,
Then you wake up in a haze, from the last several days, in handcuffs sitting in court.
The cycle's repeated your body depleted
You wonder when it will all end.
You're chasing the dragon, can't get on the wagon cause it's like losing your very best friend.
The judges gavel comes down with a thunderous sound, guilty says the man in the Cloak,
You don't remember what they're saying, can tell they're not playing and realize it's no fu**king joke.
Ten years says the man, but this wasn't my plan, I'll be 30 when I finally walk free, the prices are steep, definitely not cheap and eventually you must pay the fee.
See you on the other side, the other side of the bars that lock me away
I'll try to stay clean, avoid the machine,
Just live life by the day.
Can't sleep in this bed, the place fuc*s with my head, the walls are closing in tight
Demons in my brain still drive me insane
A powder keg about to ignite.
I'll serve my time the best I can
Didn't mean to kill that man.
Judgment clouded, brain defeated
Feeling just a little cheated
My life is not my life no more
Incarceration is my fee
They close the gates and lock the door,
All alone, myself, just me.
F**k this sh*t and Fu*k this place
they can't jail my mind,
I'll come out on the other side and cut the ties that bind.
So see you on the other side a little worse for wear but I'll see u on the other side,
If I don't end up in the chair.
Copyright © Anthony Takacs | Year Posted 2021
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Anthony Takacs Poem
Telling Stories explained
To impart words of wisdom
one would assume you need to be wise,
there's nothing farther from the truth
If skilled at telling lies.
A story not necessarily true
but believed true by the teller,
convincingly told and carefully sold
can be the next best seller.
So take this with a grain of salt
just make things up along the way
and the more you tell the story
the more the truth will decay.
The truth is so objective
everyone makes their own
and what's the real story,
is oftentimes unknown.
Every story can be fiction
if not believed by even one,
for if that one single person,
believes it's overdone
then your factual account or recollection
to them is not worth the ink in print
and your insistence and conviction
will barely make a dint.
Again, just tell the story
repeat it until you believe it to be true
with careful lies and alibis
your readers will accrue.
Then fiction turns to solid facts
as you entertain with pen in hand
and you're spicing up the story
that started off so bland.
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Anthony Takacs Poem
Heat slows on in summer,
Trains are rolling slow
Cold slows on in winter,
When it hits twenty five below.
Other crews working in the yard
Makes getting out extremely hard.
Trainmaster yelling, wondering when we will leave,
I just go forward and backwards,
He best be asking Steve….
Waiting for a clearance, RTC is slow,
Trainmaster still yelling, wanting us to go.
Finally we got a clearance, with a foreman and two trains,
So here we are just sitting, waiting yet again.
Foreman finally clears us I feel the rail beneath our wheels,
Trainmaster starts calling us trying to make deals,
Cause now we won't make it in on 12,
And he's plumb out of crews,
But when he's making deals with us,
He's usually giving us the screws.
The trip is going well, we didn't take his deal
Cause on top of all the extra pay,
We wanted us a meal.
He wasn't giving in on that one so the train will have to sit,
The northern superintendent, is gonna have a fit.
Tying the train down in the siding,
Waiting on a cab,
Traimaster calls us on the radio, he really likes to gab.
Trainmaster yelling on the radio now,
He wants a full report,
On every single thing we did
To make our time run short.
He sure likes his screaming,
He's gonna have a heart attack
And if it doesn't kill him,
He'll yell at us bout that!
It's sure nice when we can just do our jobs
From one end to the other,
and not be getting scolded
Like a child from his mother….
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Anthony Takacs Poem
The summer has long since faded
The sky seems eternally grey,
A white carpet laid down on the landscape clearing the green grass away.
The house is chilly this morning,
Out to the woodbox I go
When suddenly I realize,
The Mercury's hit forty below!
Trees have started to splinter,
cracking like lightning in the air
And if you've never heard it,
It's sure to give you a scare!
Like gunshots in a war zone
they crack and explode on key,
and leave shards of broken and shattered wood
Where once there was a tree.
The lakes have now frozen over,
my swimming hole now sports an ice hut,
cause the fishing just got a lot better,
Through the 8 inch auger hole that I've cut.
I can see the fish swimming beneath me,
I try tempting him with my bait;
as he swims to the hook to take a quick look,
One jerk, and I've sealed his fate.
He fights and he bites and he dances,
trying to shake the hook with all of his might
but I've set it so well, it's easy to tell
That It's all over except for the fight.
Supper time is nearing, my fresh trout is on to eat,
The woodstoves working overtime,
Warming up my feet.
After dinner a warm bath and a movie,
A few more inches of snow has amassed,
but on a little lighter note,
One more day of winter's now passed.
Winter's not as bad as it seems.
Some look at it with a vile detest.
In the north we grin and bear it,
In my stories I share it,
and of each day we just make the best…
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