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Occasional delays in our love, literally it takes me higher;
my white Cinderella, where can I find thee?-
You get around like a revolving door; A serious woman
with a kiss that numbs my mouth...

Selfish bitch! don't abuse her hospitality, she'll take away
all your qualities. Every whiff of her smell puts me in control
only for a moment, then I want her more...

It's snowing in the summer, with time her love will bring you
down like an avalanche. My white Cinderella spreads her love
like my girl Mary Jane...my full time freak!

Seclusion from others, full attention to you, I lost it all...found
myself on the floor, it seems your love also give me blackouts,
when will I stop?

Is it my destiny have fallen in love with a woman that is dead?
That the only reflection I see is mine when I stare at her, as
I comb her hair until its thin and straight.

I'm in love with two women that are killing me quietly, softly
doing their damage. I know I should say no, but long
relationships are hard to let go...

They say love also kills, well let me be an example as I'm
spinning on this vertical joyride. Beauty that glows, dilating
my mind and eyes open wide...

Recently, I been participating in a threesome with these girls,
damn! they sure wear me out. Calling in, won't make it to work,
stamped and hung-over, don't bother getting up!

Should I stay away from the circle of friends that introduced me
to these hoes, these bitches don't care, they ride with everyone.
It's all mind control, situation is getting critical, if they hide, I find.

Cindy and Mary sitting on my face, f.u.c.k.i.n.g with my head, it
won't be long until I am found dead, probably from a heart failure,
yeah! a broken heart from a love overdose...

Spiritually I've been on a mission lately,
searching for my soul...
what I found was a mere image of what
my imagination perceives of me, in which,
at this point I accept the shadows that
linger with every step I take towards
what seemed to be the light before, now
its more of a blur; I stopped walking
towards the light, because I realized I've
gained night vision like an owl, as I walk
across the Cemetery of forgotten thoughts
and desires.
One desire has resurrected from a shallow
grave, I never really said, "Good-bye," to
her before she died.
Now we make love at the witching hour
every night; when the sun rises, to our
coffins we hide from the shame of our lust
and the morning light of day. This time, I'm
taking her love in moderation, one breathe
at a time!

Found the right pill, the right combination
the cocktail to end all madness, and the peek is within reach.
All the sinners rejoice, it becomes the junkies choice.
Facing the devil in the darkness of our own hearts,
no choice but to see the evil in our own hearts
and we sing and dance, as we slowly fall from grace.

In the land of the lonely, those popular become kings.
Exiled into the minds of those insane, are those enslaved.
We are the fallen, the angels who lost their wings
gone mad with emotion, we trip to the flow of motion.
Found the right path, the right direction
the wicked kamikaze dive, for the finish line.

Passing strangers on this strange highway,
lulled into a false sense of being, if seeing could even be believing.
Constantly at war, constantly in struggle.
Even peace, could not bring comfort to your heart.
The world is at odds, seeing only shades of the full spectrum of the rainbow.
As you look everywhere but within to find yourself.
Constantly finding your path blocked, by your own creation.
We are ghosts living within an elaborate illusion.
Never obtaining anything of real substance,
hoarding priceless trash, that can give us a real physical rash
if picked, it bleeds, just as strong as our emotional needs
and here I go passing strangers once again on this highway.

Soul after soul passes by my window, trapped on this endless road

Pill Head Junkie

Pump it straight up the vein, it becomes the shock that keeps you sane.
Always left picking up the pieces, of this shattered existence
and it becomes my bittersweet addiction, this wicked affliction.
An overdose is in the prediction, That will ultimately leave me in perdition.

It is the opiate blues, the withdrawal dues, stringing up my own noose.
My soul has already bled, and in this temple your god is dead.
I run for that ledge, in overdrive reaching for the edge
yet here is a dirty secret I harbor and must confess.

“In my mind I create and I destroy.
Entire worlds will fall to ash,
yet the truth is clear for I am just a boy.
Who could not even manage to stay in class.”

Watch the life fade from my eyes, like the caged lion who slowly dies.
I have lost my passion, gave up all hope and let this life kick me down,
while told not to make even the slightest sound. I want to defiantly stand,
however I can no longer feel the ground.

“Did I fry my brain while trying to stay sane.
In your game of madness to win you must sin
and I've had the chance to look around,
I just want to burn the bitch to the ground.”

Paging Dr. Frankenstein. Smart as an undead Einstein.
Looking sharp in his white lab coat, preying on the ignorant goat.
Dispensing a rainbow pill platter and at this party I am the mad hatter.
There was once a pill head junkie, a regular highschool flunky.

I have tried going sober, as my peace rests on a cold shoulder.
No longer do I care, that karma is a bitch and life is just not fair.
Stumbling into madness, welcome to my hell.
It is the chaos, with your own cell.

The saddest story of them all; A poet who has missed his call.
Potential lost when you choose to fall, running for that wall.
My biggest regret would be to not wager this bet,
for I am holding aces, and do not play favorites.

I hate the way you make me feel, a suicide run with a mentality to kill
I hate this ecstasy in which I bathe, the opiates coursing in my veins; that which I crave
It is the scent of the depraved, the twisted and the insane
and I can sniff it out a mile away.

I know the trickery being whispered into my ear,
that the reaper stands before me, and I should feel fear.

“There was once a pill head junkie,
a dropout, dead head; flunky.
It was what the world thought of him to be,
So that was all he wanted them to see.”

I hate the way you hold me back,
on the hunt, you are my prey and I will attack.
I hold no reservations when you are all about distractions.
Sarcasm is my low blow, as your reaction becomes my free show.
In all my rage, I could claim self medication.
Locked in my cage, It's for your own self preservation.

So make you assumptions, your accusations, and take your observations.
For it is your own obsessions, that has turned this into such a tragedy
and for that you will always fail in your quest for beauty.

You bolt into the bathroom
To slash your wrist
You search for me
I can't be missed

Tears fall
You stand
I brush your skin
I take you to a land so fine, yet dangerous

Silver blade that twinkles so bright
Scarlet blood that feels so right

I will save you
I will destroy you
I will love killing you
I will give you life

But it is all up to you
To throw me one the ground
And walk away

There clearly is a better way

POEM#9 NEW HOPE
ON A NEW STARTING LINE I HAVE BEEN PLACED SO VERSE BY VERSE I MUST RUN THIS NEW RACE, BY GOD’S GRACE ALONE I WILL SET MY PACE,
HUMBLE OBEDIENCE WILL BE MY GUIDE NOT MY OWN THINKING OR MY PRIDE, THE TWO HAVE FAILED ME BEFORE, AND LED ME STRAIGHT TO HELLS FRONT DOOR, A PLACE I WISH TO BE NO MORE,
HE HAS PROMISED MY LIFE HE WILL RESTORE, EVEN THOUGH I MAY SUFFER A LITTLE BIT MORE,
SO WITH BLIND TRUST AND PATIENCE I MUST RUN BEHIND GOD’S WORD WITH HIS SPIRIT RENEWING MY MIND,
MY ERRORS FORGIVEN THE BAD THINGS I’VE DONE WASHED AWAY BY THE BLOOD OF GOD’S ONLY SON, MY BODY BEGINNING TO HEAL ONCE AGAIN, A JOY AND HOPE EMERGING WITHIN,
THOUGH MY BRAINS GROWN ACCUSTOMED TO THINKING IN SIN, GOD’S WORD WILL SURELY KEEP IT THINKING FOR HIM,
I FIND MYSELF SMILING AND SAYING HELLO TO STANGERS, TO PEOPLE I DON’T EVEN KNOW,
EVERYDAY IS A CHALLENGE I’M STILL TEMPTED BY SIN, SO FROM DOWN ON MY KNEES I GIVE EACH TO HIM,
NOT THAT LONG AGO I WAS HOMELESS AND BEAT, BY A DEMON CALLED DRUGS I JUST WANDERED THE STREETS,
NOW I AM GRATFUL A NEW DAWN IS AT HAND AND I FACE EACH DAY AS THE LORD WOULD COMMAND, I AM BORN A NEW MAN.

POEM #6 KNOW THIS
LIFE HAS IT’S PHASES AND WHEN WE ARE HIGH THESE STEPS TO MATURITY JUST PASS US BY, SO WHEN WE GET SOBER WE AWAKE LEFT BEHIND CONFUSED IN A DARKNESS NOT UNLIKE THE BLIND,
NOW THAT YOUR FREE THIS YOU MUST KNOW THE DEVIL WILL FIGHT TO RECOVER YOUR SOUL SO TO YOUR BIBLE AND PRAYER DON’T EVER LET GO, SATAN IS CUNNING SO GIVE HIM NO SLACK HE WILL CONSTANTLY GET YOU TO KEEP LOOKING BACK IF YOU LET HIM REMIND YOU OF WHAT YOU ONCE WERE THROUGH THE GUILT AND THE SHAME HE’LL HAVE YOU FOR SURE,
ANOTHER LIE THAT HE’LL OFTEN TRY IS TO CONVINCE YOU IT’S TOO LATE THAT YOU’LL NEVER GET BY, DON’T YOU BELIEVE IT I’VE SAID IT BEFORE GIVE YOUR LIFE
TO JESUS HE WILL RESTORE,
SOME OF THE BIGGEST SINNERS OF ALL HAVE COME TO REPENTANCE AND ANSWERED GOD’S CALL THE GREATEST EXAMPLE THE APOSTLE PAUL,
THE FATHER IS WILLING TO FORGIVE US OUR SINS ACCEPTING CHRIST IS WHERE WE BEGIN,
DOUBT IS ANOTHER STUMBLING STONE THE DEVIL WILL USE TO KEEP YOU HIS OWN, IF SATAN CAN KEEP YOU FROM BELIEVING IN YOU, YOU’LL NEVER BELIEVE IN ANYTHING YOU DO, TRUST IN THE LORD WITH YOUR HEART AND YOUR SOUL SO ON THE ROAD TO RECOVERY YOUR SPIRIT WILL GROW.

POEM #2-----FRIENDS AND DRUGS
PILLS, MARAJUANA, SPEED, HEROIN AND COCAINE ALL THE BEST WAYS TO DESTROY YOUR BRAIN SLOWLY BUT SURELY YOU WIND UP INSANE.
IT’S JUST RECREATIONAL SO YOU SAY NOW YOU ARE WELL ON YOUR WAY TO A TIME WHEN YOU’LL NEED THEM EVERYDAY, I HOPE THAT YOUR READY TO LIE CHEAT AND STEAL OR BETRAY YOU OWN FAMILY JUST TO MAKE YOUR NEXT DEAL, PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT SO AFTER AWHILE IT WILL BE SECOND NATURE YOU’LL DO IT ALL WITH A SMILE,
NOW PEOPLE START NOTICING SOMETHINGS NOT RIGHT OF COARSE YOU DENY IT PERHAPS EVEN FIGHT AND WHEN THAT STOPS WORKING YOU TAKE TO FLIGHT, SO YOU ABANDON YOUR FAMILY AND MOVE IN WITH A FRIEND WHERE THE HOUSE IS A ROCKIN AND THE PARTY DON’T END. EVERYONES LISTENING TO ALL THAT YOU SAY WHEN ONE PAYS FOR THE DRUGS IT HAPPENS THAT WAY, NOW YOUR CRAVING A BURGER AND THE PARTY’S WOUND DOWN BUT YOUR BOOTS AND YOUR WALLET ARE NOWHERE TO BE FOUND, IT’S SO NICE TO HAVE SUCH GOOD FRIENDS AROUND, IT’S MONDAY YOUR LATE YOU MUST GET TO WORK FAST WHEN YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR SOMEONES SYPHONED YOUR GAS, OH WHAT A JOY ALL THESE NEW FRIENDS STICKING IT TO YOU RIGHT TO THE END. GET USEDTO LIVING WITHOUT ANY TRUST WHEN EVERYONES HIGH THAT’S JUST A MUST, EVEN IN MARRIAGE WITH DRUGS, THERES NO US. YOU DIDN’T PAY YOUR INSURANCE THEY’VE TOWED YOUR CAR SO YOU LOST YOUR JOB YOU CAN’T GET FAR, HOW DID THINGS GET THE WAY THEY ARE? YOUR FRIEND’S KICKED YOU OUT YOU GOT NO CASH YOU GOT NO CLOUT THAT’S WHAT DRUGS ARE ALL ABOUT. NOW YOUR LEFT WANDERING THE STREETS LOOKS LIKE THE DEVIL HAS YOU BEAT.

I clearly see your misguided love,
No dreams or aspirations to think of,
Please wont you just go away,
But here on my shoulder you stay,

So once again here I go,
Pain in my heart I try not to show,
So wont you just cut me some slack,
Deforming from your weight on my back,

Once again, now and then,
I calmly embrace the sin,

Repititions got the best of me,
The ending is where I began,

The reflection I see has some cracks,
The energy to move on that I lack,
Dont be mad if I dont hear what you say,
My soul is probably strung out anyway,

You see me holding these shards of glass,
Hoping that this pain will last,
What else do you want me to say?
Please, oh please pain dont go away,

Once again, now and then,
I calmly embrace the sin,

Repititions got the best of me,
The ending is where I began....