Addiction
Addiction
S.T. Coleridge succumbed to addiction,
As he found it crucial for the creation,
Opium was said to be opening doors,
For the poet, working as the oars!
He flew like a bird all around,
The fairyland of vision he really found,
He amassed the gems with famished heart,
Got blissful with the gift of the art!
With fresh verve Coleridge flew more and more,
Assuming the trances to end nevermore!
Love Poems on I make this promise to you I am Yours
To be your lover when you need to be loved,
your doctor when you are ill,
your army when you go to war,
your umbrella when life rains down on you,
your rock when you get weary,
your shield when you need defense,
your spirit when you are drained,
your pillow when you need to rest,
your voice when no one can hear you,
your ear when no one will listen,
your comfort when you feel pain,
your hero when you are under duress,
your sunshine when darkness falls,
your answer when questions arise,
your inspiration to overcome obstacles,
your hand to hold when you are frightened,
your kiss that wakes you everyday,
and your "I love you" each and every night.
I am yours... all of me.
Gone too soon
Too many gone too soon, by way of the needle and spoon......5 friends alone in the month of June and a wake today at noon..........this disease has my life such a mess, felling possessed, hoping for death......Yeah I'm fucking depressed...You must be a genius to have guessed.....alright I will confess I have no control getting high and really don't give a fuck if I overdose and die! I can't admit defeat even living on the streets, no food to eat, no shoes on my feet.....I gave everything away......I really don't know what else to say.....my only thought is getting off E today......a little hustling and boosting and I am on my way to see Jose....it's the same routine every fucking day......when does it end?.....should I listen to my friend and go to detox again?........damn I can't stand being a slave, I know this disease wants me in my grave......I need to have God lead the way......I am ready today!
My Flame
The Aftermath
I'm in his arms and I think of your touch
The one on my leg in the car during rush
Hour traffic goes by, and you're not by my side,
I'm left here begging and pleading the tide
To wash you back to shore, to be forevermore
To be with me in this life once more
But I know moving on is what's expected
I know what we had never resurrected
And this fucking tragedy has me crawling
In ways so cryptic, it's appalling...
I'm in his arms, and I think of you
He's no lover in the way we loved smooth
Rough and competitive, he leaves me on my toes
When with you, we always knew what each other knows.
And starting over was never in the plan.
Starting over was not supposed to happen.
And what of us?
What are we to do?
I crave you... I still crave you,
You told me goodbye... not see you again soon.
What am I to do?
He can never hold me the way you do.
i was never special
i was never special
better never
never more
But I wanted to be
and tried
But the world is cold
And calloused over
Its always why I lied
You can't come in
where you gonna go
Everything's been denied.
My mixed mistakes
Fault me now
I Saw myself and cried
End on high
Now that's a plan
Death until I died
No such luck
Cross me now
On the other side
"Pain Don't Hurt"
"Pain don't hurt!"...
"Screams of the walking dead, poisoned by pain killers"
Healing
I'm actually starting to feel
After being numb for so long
All these emotions flood in, so real
It's natural but at first it feels so wrong
It won't be easy to travel this path
But now I know I'm not alone
The second I start to feel it won't last
I can reach out and pick up the phone
Meeting people in the same place
Helping each other get through it
Suddenly there's a smile on my face
Because I realize I can do it
Final Release
I've tried to find the strength within
The serenity to know peace
But the strange calm of insanity and sin
Keeps me chasing that sweet release
Getting up, stumbling down and back again
Groping the cold dank walls, blind
This twisted fuck is my only friend
Maybe there's no hope to find
Hands reach out, offering assistance
But to me they come as a threat
None of them understand my resistance
The grip of my hand is one theirs won't get
I've been desperately hoping this is all a delusion
But all my mind's eye seeks
Is my only drawn conclusion:
I need that final, sweet release