trudatman
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if you are at all interested in reading a bunch of words, scroll down at http://truvegan.blogspot.com and read away. stay smiling, y'all.
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I have a poetry blog.
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jameslovesyou
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^ Looks like a cool forum, with plenty of potential. 
Definitely some interesting stuff on your blog too, trudatman.
My blog:
http://wordyness.blogspot.com
Definitely some interesting stuff on your blog too, trudatman.
My blog:
http://wordyness.blogspot.com
trudatman
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figured I'd post this one, 'cause even though a lot of my writings are about drugs, this one is OBVIOUSLY about drugs:
Judge This
On the hamster wheel of Harrison Tax
We all dance and squeal, dose, drop and relax
The agents enforce and overreact
We pay them to hurt us and lock us in back
Nailed, jailed and bailed; a waste of it all
Advised of the prize, the rise and the fall
The dealers all know we disguise when we call
'Cause we don't want to pay big for something so small
I agree that others should link to their word collections in this thread. please do.
Judge This
On the hamster wheel of Harrison Tax
We all dance and squeal, dose, drop and relax
The agents enforce and overreact
We pay them to hurt us and lock us in back
Nailed, jailed and bailed; a waste of it all
Advised of the prize, the rise and the fall
The dealers all know we disguise when we call
'Cause we don't want to pay big for something so small
I agree that others should link to their word collections in this thread. please do.
trudatman
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alright, so I'm making this post a collection of those (at least semi-) drug-related poems I wrote in various states/states. a lot of my pointless wordthings have slight drug references, but these have such themes to me. well...
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Derma-Failure
Thin-skinned byitches
My skin itches
From opiates
I hope it gets
Less so
A mess, though
I am
So scram
Leave me be
For sure you see
I'm content here
Mmm... life is good
---
Hero In The Mountain
Let another
Hero in
More much more mud
Under the skin
The owl howls
And the stomach growls
Is the sun rising
Or setting?
I hope my words
Aren't upsetting
Of all the things
I've been forgetting
Your skin's the thing
I wish I was remembering
Yet another ember brings
The fire to my eyes
The wet to the mud
The grey to the sky
Six million zeros
And eight million ones
I'm just beginning
It's sad that you're done
My nose is always runny
My jokes are never funny
I miss you when it's cold
And forget you when it's sunny
But the daylight never lasts
And I dream of what has passed
The passion in our past
The shadows mountains cast
---
Pay Up
Spaced on the the wagon
From chasing the dragon
Can't be caught
Can be taught
To my partner in crime
Mike Gartner does rhyme
But doesn't make sense
In this nor past tense
A massage to relax
A message is the tax
We all pay
'Cause we all play
The game of life
And the same old price
Is paid this time each year
The government owns your fear
And shakes you upside down
Until your pockets are empty
---
Bag Smack, Beach Snack
Forty folds for growing old
I only know what I've been told
A beach or bleach to fight the mold
Feel my reach each night that's cold
---
Kiefoxymescalacidohol
Hmm
Where did I put the plot?
I want for nothing and all (is well?)
Hot shower headcheck
Mommy, don't hold me
It's real out here
Autistic boy come-ons
Five, two, three, four...
Break my barrier and
Teach me one
---
Yugo
A rolled bill
Now hold still
The gold will
Make old ill
But us high
And thus I
Would bust eyes
Or just Die
If
---
And Where It Be
A very long binge
Not enough powder
To fill the void you left
A remodeled goal
A revised direction
I know the secrets
Found in your skin
Tell him
---
More Soup
Kicked the habit
So I can grab it
A while since when
At Ralph's again
The only torture I allow myself
Bind me, find me, please remind me why
Beat words heard; the song can never die
Finally fortune all around in health
---
He And I
He's a doctor
I play Dr. Mario
He looks sharp
I have sharps
He fucks you
I love you
---
Nude Rug
Under the skin is one thing
But veins are pain and faint
They ain't for paint
The blue is true
And the blood is goo
That knows what to do
Don't tell it
Otherwise
The prize
Ain't worth the high
Of low
Slow heart
Makes for good art
But the opposite of start
Be safe
And wait
---
Which Dwarf Of Seven?
Been about a week away
Gonna have to stay that way
At least through today
Maybe, maybe someday
Again
The devil likes to get down
---
Edmund's Reality Check
Scene never
Don't sever
If words ever
But they...
And you...
Track thirteen at this point
With acid colors spiraling
How long, Bobby?
Eddie barks; what?
---
You Want
Stake claim, place blame
Never the same since you came
Should have been a key
To new depths and more fun
Waiting here to finish what we'd begun
Maybe an lsdate would ground our possibility
My bones could take another dose
The bare humanity
The stripped mask of ego
Could you handle it?
---
Unquit
The last time we went there
We could only go halfway in
Let's deal another hand
I'm going for it
Catch me if I fall
But don't call 911
Fun and games
Clean my window
---
Aren't
Drugs aren't a contest
---
Junk
Closet cleaning
Deposit meaning
In the junk
Found around
The ground
It seems that
Pound for pound
The only sound
This mound
Can make
Is a call
To my breath
Until there is
Just one left
For me to use
To tell you
That I lied
I died
---
A Dare
Roll one with Her in it
And tell me I can't have it again
I paid the love tax
I have the stamp that proves it
Fuck, sing and fly
These are rights
These are rights
These are rights
These are right
---
Assisted Suicide
When I overdose this morning
And leave you without warning
Please don't hate for me
And please don't wait for me
To return
From the final burn
For I will be gone
And my legacy could be
Our electricity
---
Derma-Failure
Thin-skinned byitches
My skin itches
From opiates
I hope it gets
Less so
A mess, though
I am
So scram
Leave me be
For sure you see
I'm content here
Mmm... life is good
---
Hero In The Mountain
Let another
Hero in
More much more mud
Under the skin
The owl howls
And the stomach growls
Is the sun rising
Or setting?
I hope my words
Aren't upsetting
Of all the things
I've been forgetting
Your skin's the thing
I wish I was remembering
Yet another ember brings
The fire to my eyes
The wet to the mud
The grey to the sky
Six million zeros
And eight million ones
I'm just beginning
It's sad that you're done
My nose is always runny
My jokes are never funny
I miss you when it's cold
And forget you when it's sunny
But the daylight never lasts
And I dream of what has passed
The passion in our past
The shadows mountains cast
---
Pay Up
Spaced on the the wagon
From chasing the dragon
Can't be caught
Can be taught
To my partner in crime
Mike Gartner does rhyme
But doesn't make sense
In this nor past tense
A massage to relax
A message is the tax
We all pay
'Cause we all play
The game of life
And the same old price
Is paid this time each year
The government owns your fear
And shakes you upside down
Until your pockets are empty
---
Bag Smack, Beach Snack
Forty folds for growing old
I only know what I've been told
A beach or bleach to fight the mold
Feel my reach each night that's cold
---
Kiefoxymescalacidohol
Hmm
Where did I put the plot?
I want for nothing and all (is well?)
Hot shower headcheck
Mommy, don't hold me
It's real out here
Autistic boy come-ons
Five, two, three, four...
Break my barrier and
Teach me one
---
Yugo
A rolled bill
Now hold still
The gold will
Make old ill
But us high
And thus I
Would bust eyes
Or just Die
If
---
And Where It Be
A very long binge
Not enough powder
To fill the void you left
A remodeled goal
A revised direction
I know the secrets
Found in your skin
Tell him
---
More Soup
Kicked the habit
So I can grab it
A while since when
At Ralph's again
The only torture I allow myself
Bind me, find me, please remind me why
Beat words heard; the song can never die
Finally fortune all around in health
---
He And I
He's a doctor
I play Dr. Mario
He looks sharp
I have sharps
He fucks you
I love you
---
Nude Rug
Under the skin is one thing
But veins are pain and faint
They ain't for paint
The blue is true
And the blood is goo
That knows what to do
Don't tell it
Otherwise
The prize
Ain't worth the high
Of low
Slow heart
Makes for good art
But the opposite of start
Be safe
And wait
---
Which Dwarf Of Seven?
Been about a week away
Gonna have to stay that way
At least through today
Maybe, maybe someday
Again
The devil likes to get down
---
Edmund's Reality Check
Scene never
Don't sever
If words ever
But they...
And you...
Track thirteen at this point
With acid colors spiraling
How long, Bobby?
Eddie barks; what?
---
You Want
Stake claim, place blame
Never the same since you came
Should have been a key
To new depths and more fun
Waiting here to finish what we'd begun
Maybe an lsdate would ground our possibility
My bones could take another dose
The bare humanity
The stripped mask of ego
Could you handle it?
---
Unquit
The last time we went there
We could only go halfway in
Let's deal another hand
I'm going for it
Catch me if I fall
But don't call 911
Fun and games
Clean my window
---
Aren't
Drugs aren't a contest
---
Junk
Closet cleaning
Deposit meaning
In the junk
Found around
The ground
It seems that
Pound for pound
The only sound
This mound
Can make
Is a call
To my breath
Until there is
Just one left
For me to use
To tell you
That I lied
I died
---
A Dare
Roll one with Her in it
And tell me I can't have it again
I paid the love tax
I have the stamp that proves it
Fuck, sing and fly
These are rights
These are rights
These are rights
These are right
---
Assisted Suicide
When I overdose this morning
And leave you without warning
Please don't hate for me
And please don't wait for me
To return
From the final burn
For I will be gone
And my legacy could be
Our electricity
Synesthesia
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The Interrment and Exhumation of My Dreams and Aspirations.
For the first time in years, I find my stomach in knots
and for the first time in years, it's not the result of a shot.
This unfamiliar sensation, caused not by a drug
was one that I knew, could not be swept under the rug.
Make no mistake! For the temptation was great!
to pull out the broom and make these feelings abate.
But for some baffling reason, which still alludes me
I went for the shovel, for I needed to see,
the cause of this unfamiliar lack of apathy.
So here I stand, shovel in hand
digging through clay, loam and sand.
Frequent thoughts arise of the broom and the rug,
but (for once!) I ignored them; on I dug
'To what end?' I questioned
What do I seek?
Why am I weak?
Can I have a shot?
Why can't I stop?
Why do I need
to constantly feed
off my own self destruction?
Why do I live to see that crimson eruption
of blood in a barrel
and the barrel in question
is not for shooting fish
its for shooting my life away
my one final wish
It was all revealed, as I continued to unearth,
and I was then overcome by an overwhelming sense of mirth.
Bemused and laughing, I realized now
the nature of the hole I had made in the ground.
The depth of the hole gave its purpose away
for it was six feet deep, and it was imploring me to stay.
As for its offer, I had to refuse
for I had realized what would happen if I continue to use
death is a certainty, this is obviously true
but today I will choose life, and for that I thank You.
For the first time in years, I find my stomach in knots
and for the first time in years, it's not the result of a shot.
This unfamiliar sensation, caused not by a drug
was one that I knew, could not be swept under the rug.
Make no mistake! For the temptation was great!
to pull out the broom and make these feelings abate.
But for some baffling reason, which still alludes me
I went for the shovel, for I needed to see,
the cause of this unfamiliar lack of apathy.
So here I stand, shovel in hand
digging through clay, loam and sand.
Frequent thoughts arise of the broom and the rug,
but (for once!) I ignored them; on I dug
'To what end?' I questioned
What do I seek?
Why am I weak?
Can I have a shot?
Why can't I stop?
Why do I need
to constantly feed
off my own self destruction?
Why do I live to see that crimson eruption
of blood in a barrel
and the barrel in question
is not for shooting fish
its for shooting my life away
my one final wish
It was all revealed, as I continued to unearth,
and I was then overcome by an overwhelming sense of mirth.
Bemused and laughing, I realized now
the nature of the hole I had made in the ground.
The depth of the hole gave its purpose away
for it was six feet deep, and it was imploring me to stay.
As for its offer, I had to refuse
for I had realized what would happen if I continue to use
death is a certainty, this is obviously true
but today I will choose life, and for that I thank You.
exoiced
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I havn't been on bluelight for ages but i'm happy to see the words section is still thriving. (comment time!)
I thought I might add my blog to the list although its shifting more than ever now from druggie to spiritual. 8) :D
www.browofcalm.blogspot.com
I thought I might add my blog to the list although its shifting more than ever now from druggie to spiritual. 8) :D
www.browofcalm.blogspot.com
trychomes
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- Messages
- 161
Id like to throw my blog into the ring. Its just some ramblings about my job as a server. Check it out if youre so inclined.
www.servingtrash.blogspot.com
www.servingtrash.blogspot.com