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Bereft of feeling.

I wanted to do a poem today to provoke a thought or thinking about the insanity of taking drugs. I have known many people succumb to Heroin and painkillers, alcohol and it all seems so futile I myself suffered with addiction through mental illness. Its a terrible thing and very dark. So here is my attempt at describing this disease.

 

Bereft of feeling


Stare into the abyss
eyes burning...

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Stranded High

Yet

My heart aches, and clouds hold fast my mind

Thought still I hear

The silence of the waves

The silence of their Siren pull

wash like hemlock through my senses

Their echoes crashing on my island shore

Returning to the sea

Unheard

Their hushed harmony

Foams surging up my beaches

A descant imprinted on my strand

Whispering back to the squalls

Unheeded.

Ne...

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Stories to tell early 1980

Cathy was my friend.

I was twenty.

Cathy was twenty three.

she worked 

at British Home Stores.

On the counter

where lipstick

and smells jostled.

Colours for the nose.

Candy for the eye.

 

She was pretty.

Very pretty.

 

We’d meet in 

The pub.

“The Cheese”.

We’d drink. 

We’d get stoned.

And go and 

have sex.

We didn’t 

make love.

 

...

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68 Grafton St 1977

We took acid

Saw things

We stumbled across 

Hull university

Fields

With reds and yellows

Blues and glowing

Things floating

In our heads

So funny

We laughed

And called and yelled

And danced

And pretended

We were famous

Musicians

 

And we went home

We became a football team

And kicked the ball in

The living room

Where we did

Everythin...

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Poker With Lucifer

The darkness falls under my skin,
I hate my life and my soul within',
I'm trapped in my mind and I'm full of sin,
I'm fighting the devil and I cannot win,
Complacent thoughts are spinning around,
I hear His voice but there is no sound,
He showed me the way, the truth and the life,
The battle is won, I won the fight,
Come on devil your talk is cheap,
I've played my cards so read 'em and we...

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Lost and Found Pt 2

Lost and Found  Pt 2

 

3 am. in the morning, on a dark, dank night

I opened the door to demons, my Soul taking flight

A tote on a bong, filled with ‘Lebanese black’

I’d lost my Soul, for certain there was no turning back

 

An ‘OBE’ as I’d never had before

Disregarding the warning, written on the door

In exile, the door slammed shut, tightly closed  

Locked from the ou...

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Involuntary Glamorization In Obsessive Dreams

Black tar and needle scars,

I pull it back and let it rip,

It's time to trip I take a hit,

My heart skips I'm loving it,

Twisted things and smoking everything,

Angelic wings flying high like a king,

Powdered wishes and doing fat ishes,

Taking in poison is rather delicious,

This dark liquid death has me out of breath,

Not a worry in the world not even HEP,

I crush it u...

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I Should Of Thought About That Before I Got High

Needles and pipes are a way of life,
These temptations I have are hard to fight,
The rush I get is all too sweet,
Nodding out and drooling on my feet,
I snap out of it and want some more,
I fill up the rig its shot number four,
This cycle repeats until I run out,
I start to panic without a doubt,
What do I do? How do I get my fix,
Drugs and crime are not a good mix,
Whats with these thou...

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Basket case

If someone tells you are insane,

And they are telling you there is something wrong with your brain,

It coul be true it could be lies,

If you are pschotic you can tell by your eyes,

If you have caused this by your own being,

Then when you look in the mirror a total basket case,

Is what you will be seeing,

You may have taken cocaine, you may have taken weed,

If you have then ...

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