Morphine whiskey
Washed down with ginger ale
Leaves me fatigued and dehydrated
And a whiter shade of pale.
Drowning all my sorrows
By pickling my brain
A pure act of genius
Or just mentally insane.
A self inflicted curfew
I must be home by dawn
As I burn the midnight oil
Losing my queen to a simple pawn.
This game of chess called life
Has passed me by too fast
But has ended with a final look
Through the bottom of a glass.
Aug 24, 2022
Aug 24, 2022 at 4:29 PM UTC
Some days I feel like smiling
Sometimes I’m reduced to tears,
It pulls me from my fantasy land
Surrounding me with my fears.
Some nights I pass on sleeping
Some how my mind won’t rest,
With memories of forgotten times
Causing anguish and distress.
Somewhere out in the darkness
Somebody calls my name,
Granting me forgiveness
Though my heart still bares the blame.
Some places rekindle happy times
Someone may break your trance,
You will find peace and happiness
If you give yourself the chance.
Aug 15, 2022
Aug 15, 2022 at 10:17 AM UTC
The cracks on my lips
From when I kissed the wind
My faith is bruised
From the times I’ve sinned
Aches in my heart
From the loves that I’ve lost
The lines on my face
Is my vanity’s cost
As each year passes
My reactions slow
Some people might say
That I’ve let myself go.
Walking sticks, hearing aids
Lotions and pills
To keep me more active
And cure all my ills
Although, you see it around you
And you’re frequently told
Nothing can prepare you
For just growing old.
Aug 9, 2022
Aug 9, 2022 at 8:42 AM UTC
The hollow hole that was once my stomach, but now a gut-wrenching anguish consumes my soul.
Puddles of dispare fall from my fountain eyes while rivers of remorse distort my pitiful face.
Layers of memories cloud my mind as former happy occasions only add to my grief.
Questions without answers trouble my thoughts and even when injured I’ve never felt such pain.
My faith lays temporarily shattered in distressed anger as I'm frustrated at the consequence of this surreal reality.
Exhausted by an emotional workout that leaves me limp and to say the very least, I am grief-stricken.
Jul 27, 2022
Jul 27, 2022 at 10:02 AM UTC
Upon a wooden cross
Sealed by a rusty nail
The savior of mankind
His hands and feet impaled
While sinners mocked and jeered
A lesson He did give
Choosing to die this way
So all of us could live
He said if we repent
And seek Him as the way
He’d prepare a place for us
To join him one fine day
He died to save us all
Yet some denounce His name
They banned Him from our schools
And treat him with disdain
For those that keep the faith
Your worship won’t be lost
He said so on that night
Upon that wooden cross.
Jul 11, 2022
Jul 11, 2022 at 12:55 PM UTC
When you disrespect your father
Pouring scorn on the family name
A defiant planned rebellion
And an attempt to shift the blame.
But nobody but yourself
Can undo the things you’ve done
An unsavory form of treason
Is the betrayal of a son.
When a hand of reconciliation
Is ****** in your direction
You arrogantly dismissed it
Thus, confirming your defection.
You run and hide in crevices
Like an inmate on the run
But know that everyone is punished
By the betrayal of a son.
Jun 30, 2022
Jun 30, 2022 at 8:26 AM UTC
How can I be broken?
Yet remain in one piece
My spirit floating on a wave of self pity.
Where once it felt like a hundred horses
Raced through my fast beating heart
A slow-moving mule now ideals past
My anguish consumes me like soldier ants
Munching away at today’s delicacy
How I yearn for that zest of adrenaline to return
So once again I can skip along through the fields of eternal joy, without fear or trepidation
But alas, storm clouds leave me grounded
Without shelter or adequate protection
Leaving me drenched in my monsoon of pity and depression.
Some say that we are not promised a tomorrow
Nor do I want or need one, until I’ve dealt with all my yesterdays.
And time is not my friend as it drags me towards emptiness.
People obstruct me talking about nothing and the weather
Let it rain I say, just let it rain.
Jun 9, 2022
Jun 9, 2022 at 1:16 PM UTC
Burning embers molten ash
The residue of yesterday’s trash.
Flames that flicker in the dark
From cuts of wood and old tree bark.
Smoke that dances in the breeze
A heat that warms arthritic knees.
Cups of hot chocolate and self made smores
Tonight’s reward for today’s finished chores.
Tales of truth with some ********
Stories that are told around the fire-pit.
Apr 28, 2022
Apr 28, 2022 at 8:18 AM UTC
Laying my head down I close my eyes
Seeing scattered visions of purple flowers
My head spinning around like a fairground whip
From drinking tequila into the small hours
My clothing consists of stuff I’ve begged, stole or borrowed
It’s in need of a wash, we’ll maybe tomorrow
For food, I drink the devils fire water
Whatever I can get, as long as it’s strong
It helps me to forget
For this is where I belong
The sidewalk is smooth
And good for my back
My only concern
Is a random attack
It’s happened before
As I’ve been laying there sleeping
They try to rob you
But I have nothing worth keeping
They call me a ***
A stain on society
I can’t keep a job
For my lack of Sobriety
When I die, I’ll be thrown
Into some unmarked grave
Not fit for your charity
Or able to be saved
Yet, I’ve forgotten more
Than some of you will know
And been to places
That you would love to go
I lived in a mansion
A palace no less
Now the street is my home
And I’m labeled homeless.
Mar 21, 2022
Mar 21, 2022 at 7:00 AM UTC
In a twisted game of Russian roulette
Every chamber is loaded
Although only 3 years old I too am a target
My trusted bear with one chewed ear
Laying silent in my grasp
And although tears run down our cheeks
We’ve been instructed not to cry
The whistling of bullets heard over our heads
Are deafened by an explosion nearby
We are to move but my body feels frozen
I use to run and play but that was before.
Before my father was killed and life turned gray
My mother grabs my hand and says run
But my legs have not thawed and I stumble
Dropping my bear as she pulls me up
I escape her clutches and turn for my bear
I hear shots………..game over.
Mar 14, 2022
Mar 14, 2022 at 9:23 AM UTC