Drip, drip, drip.
Sip after sip after sip,
Drowning in a regret,
A stench that breathes desperation.

Drip, drip, drip.
Sip after sip after sip,
Slurring, muttering gibberish.
With some spiteful vinegar.
A sharp knife that digs in the skin of loved ones.

Puff, puff, puff.
Watching you drift, drift, drift.
Till the lungs turn black.
No turning back.

Praying, praying, praying.
Seeing the pain in your eyes.
With regret that clings like a noose to your neck.
It’s can be hard dealing with an addict.
Especially when they are your parent.

Seeing, how addiction has truly affected my family.
Unable to change their behaviour.
Only having the ability to watch as they are consumed with numbing.
But never satisfied once they come back to reality.
So, they stick with it because it becomes their only comfort.
A blanket in a world so cold.

Watching, listening, crying.
On my knees forgiving for the pain you inflicted me with.
A guy who hates his father,
When he’s exactly like him!
But I refuse to let offence, anger and pain spiral me into a position.
Of victimization.
Where my kid dismisses me or hates me.
And although I love my Father,
That doesn’t mean I have to always like him.

I remember when people said love is like a connection,
Back in December I met a girl that gave me affection.
Back then I fell hard, blinded from detection.
Thought this girls heart needed protection.
Who knew it was my heart that needed protection from her deception.
Had open wounds and she was the infection.
Left me for dead,
As regret shoots out bullets into my head.
But I made my bed,
So as I’m fed..
To the lions,
I wonder if shall enter Zion.
But because I can’t let bygones be bygones,
With an anger that burns hotter than the sun.
I’ll probably end up down under,
So, as I enter with Mr. Grim Reaper,
To a place where the devil plunders,
Souls of unbelievers.
I wonder,
Will I one day meet that witch down here?

They say love is a four letter word,
Who knew four letters could mean so much, but also so little.
With love it’s as if one has the power to move mountains.
But without love we are empty.
A emptiness that can quickly fill with hate.
Don’t make a mistake,
When you take or give love.
Sometimes intentions speak louder than words.
Love isn’t just a feeling but an action.
May I ask what your using it for?
Is for your own gain?
Let me tell you that even if you attain the acclaim to fame.
You won’t be satisfied.
Why?
Because you can’t force affection,
Only buy it.
But that makes the affection meaningless.
It cannot make you whole,
But it can make you more bitter.
Till the four letters that once spelled love,
Now spell dead.
Because the pressure to fake was too much,
You can have the whole world but it’ll never be enough.
Because at the end of the day,
All you really want is true love.
A love that don’t discriminate.
A love that won’t fail.
A warm embrace,
When you’re falling apart.
To hear the words “I’m proud of you”.
Instead of “you’re nothing more than a disappointment.”
To having a family that would move heaven and earth to see you.
Instead of alcoholics that constantly beat you.
To have friends that have your back,
Instead of deceiving, or using you.
That real love.
So, though it may be four letters.
It’s the difference between life and death.

As waves crash,
And leafs change.
As rain drops.
And winds blow.
Time is fleeting.

As the sun rises,
And deer skip.
As the sun sets.
And moon shines.
Time is precious.

As we grow old,
And our kids have kids,
As we die,
And are reborn.
Time begins anew.

Echoes of ghostly spectres.
Haunted willows trenched in terror.
Smearing smiles with blackened sulphur.
Beckoning all that dare to wonder.

Cast your sins and pray for mercy.
Instead of casting stones like some Pharisee.
Beware the seas when they turn ******.
Trials and tribulations more terrible than Monday’s.

Death the only thing that awaits.
Wondering if you’ll see the pearly gates.
As shadows bubble in the lake.
Creepy music, where monsters wait.

Somber melody,
Call to adventure,
To perilous paths.
And calm rivers.

A song of love and pain,
The duality of humanity.
In every truth there be life,
In every lie there be only death.

Choose wisely young traveller.
For fools lie with fools.
They steal their fill but are never quenched.
Forever starving for something beyond their reach.

The wise be with the wise.
They help even when penniless.
Forever striving to improve and build.
A world in which all may rest without worry.

Sweet whispers, flutter in ears.
A gentle breeze wonders near.
Guided by spirits.

A tranquil embrace.
That shelters from fear.
Soon a path becomes clear.

Follow the whispers.
Through the trees.
Light instilled in serenity.

To a home meant for me.
A place that is like a dream.
So I rest forevermore.