Posts Tagged ‘drugs

09
Oct
16

emotion’s thoughts


 

dreamer

Zeal

Emotions exposed like a banana peeled;
Love, hate, anxiety; meant to make moments real
Yet uncertain of how they are truly meant to feel,
Nor to the ways, by them, to confidently deal;
Giving rise to multitude of drugs designed to purposely steal;
To subjugate life’s true essence; its spontaneity, its zeal.

 

Fantasy’s Gain

Lost in a fantasy of the mind

Perfection of reason one can find

No blemish to purpose of any kind

A worldly presence – so sublime

 

Love’s emotion in all its essence

Nature’s beauty beyond transcendence

Breath to life sparkles with effervescence

Hormones rage as in adolescence

 

Brief though this experience may be

It is a moment to be felt, to see

For it is a state easy to conceive

It is for all who live and breathe

Human emotions at times lost to reality’s pain

Often taken to lengths insane

Let the wondrous power of the mind reign

By resigning to a moment, to a fantasy’s gain.

 

Singularity of Being

Existence is a cocoon of my making

Detached from passions of others

Numbed by avoidance of emotion

Sustained by the singularity of being

Absorbed into self-absorption

 

Abyss

The parameters that define this life are shrinking.

I am down to the base figure of one.

Looking outward only – not connecting

Floating in a void consumed with others

Singular digits comprised of the same emotion

But void of the fraternal element

Wishing and wanting yet non-committal

Expending time like an abundant liquid

Frittering away what we have – are

In anticipation of a greater dream

Fear is the glue that binds

The unknown –

In death comes the answer

To a life spent questioning

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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02
Apr
15

Rent-boy: Essential Public Service


rentboy

CAUTION: COARSE LANGUAGE

Standing vacant – on a dark street corner
I watch as their cars slowly drift by
Hoping on hope – one will give me a try
Excited by not knowing – who’d they be
If it was for my sex, or maybe just for me

Twenty-four by age, ninety-two by trade
Prostitution is how my living is made
I suck cock for the night’s rent
But if it’s my ass he wants to fuck
Less then a hundred, he’s out-a luck

Competition is stiff, the johns can be cruel
A street-boy has to know there are no rules
I’ve been stabbed – I’ve almost died
Staying out-a trouble means being more then street-wise
The truth of it – you need to look deep into their eyes

A john’s story is written all over their face
You gotta read it before going into a dark place
Once blown – the guilt can change their tune
So money up-front before getting on your knees
Or, with their cum still warm in your mouth, its their fist you’ll see

It’s the godly and righteous who look down at people like me
Little do they know, more often, its their husband’s I see
The desperate who want their cock sucked or a boy’s tight ass
The way I see it, society owes me, more respect
Cause without my kind-a service, a lot-a marriages would be a wreck.

06
Jan
13

Nature’s Gift


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Meandering through the mystic haze of fantasy’s delight
My mind takes to a joyous and wondrous flight
Maneuvering the senses through whimsical, playful light
Making this mental journey a spectacular sight

Animated characters of hallucination’s invent
A creative response to suppressed emotions intent
Allowing the expunging of suffering to gain content
An experience not lost to time of moment spent

Over the counter and cannabis do not prevail
Oxycotton, crack destroy this freedom sail
Onslaught of artificiality does imagination curtail
One need only freshness of nature’s air to inhale

This nurturing gift is there to freely imbibe
To enrich the body Soul, to know it’s alive
Taken oft for granted that by it all do survive
To destroy it,  death to all, it surely will derive.

31
Oct
12

Marijuana – tool of racism


More African-Americans are in custody for minor marijuana convictions though they represent only a minority of drug users and here is how they are treated upon arrest. Notice that all the officers are WHITE:

18
Oct
12

HELP! Cry of the Devil Soul



Trapped, entombed in this callous, decaying, cellular mass of bone, sinew and flesh;
This parasite of youthful exuberance; living devil soul being denied the rejoice of PARTY!
For shamelessly, shameful visceral infliction upon past epoch’s realm existence
Cast down to suffer this prolong, painful, yet inevitable, dimension’s journey end

Imbibing intoxicant’s nature spell weaves a sanctuary of mind’s invention
Turning fabric of space to living, joyful reality
Blissfully expounded and exposed for both the magic and the magical!
Enveloped in the warmth of strange bodys’ heat and pheromone infused wet

The infinite, rhythm trance of digital vibrations spun, spin their spell
Elevating synoptic punctuation to frequency’s intent
Conjuring addictive initiates expulsion to pineal-mind delights
Manifesting echelon journey beyond 3-dimensional weight

Succumbing to ethereal, cosmic electric vibrational embrace
Submitting to resistance that clogs the conduit, column spine
To expose the true pinnacle end of the electric-climax thrill
The JOY! awaits ALL who too are so hopelessly entombed!




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