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Soaked with our toes poking out of our shoes
but the fuse is alight and
one day,
one day soon,
things will turn out alright for the people who walk in the reign of the night.

When that tomorrow has come and the sun always shines,when hard times are the words on a book you once read,when the bread isn't stale,
what a tale you will tell
what a hell of a time.
I should be glad that they're your tales to tell and not mine.
but I share in your pain,share in the streets and will share it again and again until the rain stops.
White methylated spirits a cheap drink for the homeless  a long time ago..meths.
phil roberts Oct 2015
Are you dead now, old man
Or shall you crawl a while longer
In your stains and your stink
Because that is not a life you lead
But something blind and stumbling
Meaningless and mindless
Don't you wish you were dead?

Are you cold now, old man
Within your cardboard-box bed
And your loss and fear?
And now summer and youth are long gone
With your mind and your heart and soul
Leaving nothing but memories
Which you cannot grasp anymore
What were you once, old man?

Was it pain or neglect
Or maybe crumbled dreams?
Did you believe things which were lies?
Well, why not?
So did I
And as the cliche has it,
There but for the grace of so and so
And so on and so forth
But now, farewell my lovely
For I think that you are dead

                                       By Phil Roberts
It all becomes retro
a bit like the sixties in a Parisian fashion show and
it's
all for one and I for one would like to go
retro.

Bakelite was alright and
crystal sets for the news,
but now it's crystal meths for the mad nights
and I have the blues. but
can't sing.
But
bring me a railroad and I'll lay down a track,
give me some retro
I want to go back.

I could wind back the clock for some 80's glam rock and
I could wind back in time  to the Maginot line or
I could wind it some more to the hundred years war, to the ships and the pilgrims who went to find fame in that country of which I can never remember the name, to Grimm and his tales, to Glendower of Wales and if retro's the way to go then that's where I want to be **** the modernity of the
21st century, all systems go
back to retro.
David R Nov 2022
there was an old temple of Thai
whose monks just wanted to get high
so they got hooked on meths
but were exposed through their breaths
so they all bid their temple good-bye

now off they all went to rehab
to cure them of the sniff and the jab
but their bright robes and habit
of the monks and their abbot
made the inmates think they'd gone mad

"we're seeing orange" they said to the quack,
who put down his bottle of Jack,
said he, rather tight,
"i think you are right,
but the bottle is better than crack".
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge
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PEARL SMOKE Nov 2014
I'm Craving Meths Euphoria flow
I'm Sorry Baby
if your reading this But I can't resist to hold this thought in.
Knock knock
It's My Dealer At The door
delivering a Fat sack of
Crystal Rocks
Drop Some, Cut it, line it
One Line
Snort it Fast
Crushed Up Well, Burns like hell
Sniff After Sniffs
Eyes Turned Glossy, Shred A Tear. Seconds later
Felt the Drip Tingle
Down my Throat bitter taste
One Line Two Lines
I'm Beginning To Feel Heightened a sense of Pride and Self Worth Very Confident Awake and Alert.
One Line Two Lines Three Lines
I'm Feeling Amazing, energetic, Talkative
One Line Two Lines Three Lines four
I feel As if I Own And Accomplished Everything in This Word.
Unlimited Happiness all in Just
One Dose.
One Line
I Fell In Love With Its Every Effect.
I forever want to feel this way
One Line Two Lines
IDont Ever Want to stop I'm sprung
I want to continue on
One Line Two Lines Three Lines
I'll Keep Using, it's so strong Fantastic iDc if iOver Dose
One Line Two Lines Three Lines four.
I want More I Need More.
Jim Kirk Jan 2020
Born my son of youth,
My pride shadowed you,
Our long talks sitting outside,
Your wisdom and learning astounded,

You followed my career to fly,
Your letters stroked my ego,
Returning in uniform,
So healthy and strong.

Life is random and chaos,
Tomorrow is a dice tossed against a wall,
Struggling up my drive,
Grasping a wounded leg,

You was a ghost decimated by ****,
My heart bled, my love insane,
You were weak, sick, you were meths *****,
To the VA and rehab I hoped,

But rules by elderly, tired, bored women closed the doors,
You detoxed, and cleaned up in your high school room,
Daily classes, and screening followed soon,

A wife,  two girls, rounded your life,
But **** called her *****,
And she had exclusivity of your soul,
Of your girls gone, likely a loss for evermore,

We opened our hearts and all we had,
To you, wife, and little daughters,
Once, twice, three times many more,
Our pain ebbed, but our love was true,

Lastly, my wife and I had highest of hopes,
Everything fell in place this time,
I prayed, cried, it’s been awhile,
Life is Random and Chaos,

We all fell this time, no energy anymore,
No hope, no faith, battered love I taste,
The emptiness I feel is to great, I put it in a box,
My son of youth, I can no longer shadow you,

Yet Chaos and Randomness is a two edged sword....

By James Kirk-Wiggins (c) January 2020, All rights reserved
The destruction to our essence is no greater than when we observe a child of our youth choosing an insurmountable path toward destruction and eventually......
He dreams the rain
on the windows.  There
are girls in the walls,
bones of a small animal
beneath the bed.  In
these dreams he's always
dead or half dead,  propped
against the door like an old
saw.  He believes he may
be waiting for something or
someone , a ghost or a bone
man, or a woman with a cat's
smile carrying a crystal
decanter or crystal meths.
His hands are very soft,
the bones may have gone.
His feet though are hard
& tough,  like rock or metal
or the back of the door he
leans against.  Sometimes it
seems to him he may no longer
be quite human,  no longer quite
of this world,  or the world
next door for that matter.
Sometimes he's not even sure
he's here at all
Alan McClure Apr 2018
We don't beat hate with hatred, you know.
You just corral them with contempt,
get their defenses up, their bile flying.
Let folk feel beleaguered and defined
and you strengthen them tenfold.
Look at the ****** church, for Christ's sake.

They can't all be bad. They just can't.
There must be plenty decent folk
rocking themselves in darkened rooms
disgusted at the devastation
their party has wrought on the country.
Looking for a way to save some face.

So here we are. A national holiday,
an amnesty on regrettable social views
and rampant self-interest - Hell,
we've all helped out our pals when we could.
Go find a decent Tory. Open your heart.
Leave your partisan badges behind.

In gentle, soothing tones, explain,
"Your party's ******, mate.
They have no plan. You really don't want
to be with them when the dust clears.
If you keep voting for them, you're an enabler -
it's like handing a bottle of meths to an alkie."

They don't need to join your party.
They don't need to change their views on anything important.
On national Turn a Tory Day, all we ask
is that they stop voting for these dangerous morons
so they can get to **** out of the national consciousness
and let the rest of us clear up their mess.
intimacy with the needle
is quite strange
from a sober point of view.
Considering how close I was with it
and then, Now How I dont rememeber much of it.

Just the feeling of exposure.
The feeling of closure
The needles pressure
The meths CC measure.

The dreams i had passed out on the couch
Overdosed I dont remember,
But they must have been something
for me to shoot  a gram or more a day
into my vein
at 16 years
and
80 pounds.
Big Virge Sep 2020
Ya Know....
I Write About LESSONS...
In... Most of My Rhymes...

The... Lessons In Life...
That Can... OPEN Your Eyes... !!!
And Sometimes SURPRISE... !!!!!!!!

Some That... TRULY...
AREN’T That Nice... !!!!!
When Dealing With GUYS...
Who... CHOOSE TO LIE... !!!!!!!!

The... Type of FAKERS...
CLAIMING... Gangsta’ Status... !?!

Talkin’ Bout' THIS....
And Talkin' Bout' THAT....

Talkin’ Bout... Clips... !!!
And Talkin’ Bout GATS... !!!

NOT EVEN HALFWAY Thugs... !?!

... Who DO SHOOT GUNS... !!!!!

The Type Whose GUMS...
Just... LOVE To RUN... !!!
To PROVE They’re BAD...
When IN FACT... It’s SAD... !!!

The LIVES They Have... !!!!!
... Caught Up In HYPE... !!!
That... “ Flirts With MIKE "... !!!

But... NEVER EVER...
... Touches HEIGHTS...
That Prove They’re CLEVER... ?!?

... REAL Peter Pans’...
With... NO Labyrinth... !?!

The Type of Man... ?!?
Who Think They’ll WIN...
Because They Live...
By ALL KINDS OF TRICKS... !!!

THREATENING Things...
From......... FAR Away... ?!?

Because What STINGS...
Is The... FACE TO FACE... !!!!!

“ You wanna **** me, go ahead son, DO !
What makes you think, i’m AFRAID of You ?
My Spirit is STRONG, so, make your move ! “

Maybe Like... “ Pac’ “... ?!?
What I Now Speak On...
Is... FUTURE ATTACKS... !?!

If It Is Then... COOL... !!!
Cos’ I’m TIRED of School... !!!!!!

These Types of Lessons...
Just Lead To STRESSING... !!!
When People Be Attempting..
To DESECRATE The Blessings...

That The MOST HIGH Gives... !?!?!

It’s THE DEVIL That Be Resting...
In THESE... ADULT KIDS... !!!!!

Conscience BURNING... !!!
Because of Their YEARNING...
To BE.... TOP DOG.... !!!
of... FAULTY Cogs... !!!!!

Their... Wheel of Fortune...
Has Them SCORCHING... !!!!
WITHOUT REAL FIRE...
That Takes Them HIGHER...

Firin’ BLANKS....
But They AIN’T Tom Hanks... !!!

You See They Like To ACT...
But DON’T GET Call Backs... !!!

My Lesson HAS BEEN...
DON’T Get Caught In...
Their... Web of SIN... !!!

Cos’ A Spiders Web...
TRAPS You Like DEATH... !!!!!!

Taking... DEEP BREATHS...
To... Find AN ESCAPE... !!!!!!

FAKE *** Meths’...
Who DON’T... " Bring The Pain “... !!!

They Just Wanna STRESS BRAINS...
Time And.... AGAIN.... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But The Lesson For Them...
Is... “ NO PAIN, NO GAIN “... !!!

What They... MAINTAIN...
Will Bring... PROBLEMS... !!!

These ARE LESSONS...
That... DO NOT Strengthen... !!!

They May... ASSUAGE...
What They Feel Today... ?!?
But Tomorrow’s SORROW...
Leaves Them Feeling HOLLOW... !!!

Because... Their Game...
Is... FILLED WITH SHAME... !!!

... Courting DRAMA...
As If It’s Their PARTNER... ?!?
They Should Keep CALMER...
Before They See KARMA......

CONTROL... Them...
Just Like A SNAKE CHARMER... !!!

They LOVE To RATTLE...
But Have... NO BITE... !!!

When It Comes To The BATTLE...
They’d... Rather NOT Write...
Because They KNOW That’s A Fight...
That They... CAN’T Contrive... !!!

The BATTLE That Comes...
When It’s IN THE MIND... !!!

As BIG MAN Said I’m READY TO DIE... !!!
Just... NOT BEFORE My Time... !!!

Because of The Guys...
Who KEEP ON MESSING...
With The MOST HIGHS’ Blessings... ?!?

By NOT Taking The Time...
To HEED... Life’s...

........ “ LESSONS “....... ?!?
They are what form and build us, if we are wise enough to learn from them....
Way back then
when the four horsemen were awesome
we feared them,
but now
they're old men and can barely ride mobility scooters,
the apocalypse is just a memory,
they became the
silhouettes drinking Sterno instead of Meths
the shortening of breaths
and the sickening sorrow that they play no
part in the dance of tomorrow,

The horses fare no better.

— The End —