Poem for Blue Light #1
dedicated to the human riddle wrapped in a newspaper
MonstaNoodle
It would be unfair to wit; suggest
that one person's mother best's all the rest
I've met most of them all
his, hers, hags and whores
yours is a bitch and I hate her
When the fever of death
haunts hospital beds
grinds ur itching bones and buzz scrapes the head
we hope she can grasp
the politics and tricks - regarding
merciful dispensing and appropriate medicating
of a junkie who needs some more meds
-A R Illsley - with a swollen face
This Thread has been awesome to look through, I had to write a poem cos I'm only 25 and I'm losing my teeth to drug usage. Last Monday I was biting my fingernails all stressed out and my Central Incisor Cracked into ghastly shards.
I went to the dentist who ... hurt me basically, then I got an absess and an infected face which swelled (swole?) to the size of a [fairly big] face I tell thee! I was getting a black eye from it and my face was in so much much pain I just had to write a poem. Don't be fooled by the harsh criticism of mother figures, I started the poem intending to try and state how awesome I think my mum is, if you know her then you know.. She's a straight up G. Anyway I think My Tooth hijacked and wrote this poem for itself from the second verse onwards, because teeth can hurt you like that.
Peace Out and Love to anyone who wants some, its all good, everything passes if you cook it in molasses, we're probably just here by accident in the scheme of things, so what better than to find stuff that makes us happy and use that positive energy to make others happy and then it all comes around like big reels of tape... Hopefully. I wish I could put it better than that
Ok to be a little more on topic. I'm an expert muff diver and often go swimming whilst inebriated at clubs, hence the STI in the back of my throat. I've been in a weird but happy relationship for 5 years and have a family life thanks to my GF. The first time I met her parents I was just trying to make conversation and I mentioned that my anti dep's had made me impotent. This caused mass embarrassment for my GF and it took me a while to realize that not everyone talks about sex and drugs as openly as I do. Anyhoo When It works I have one
king hell bitch of a shaft, a mighty mighty dong. Me and my Libido have one thing in common - we're absolute cocks!
Also I have fooled some clever people into thinking that I'm a singer/songwriter and travelled around the UK with my mentor doing gig's for drinks and petrol money. But with my mentor my self belief left me. I have no faith in any religious philosophies but everyday i'm lost in my own kind of mysticism, with imaginary hero's and father figures. I can't rely on myself to be my own father figure yet - as a gently spoken Councillor once suggested.
I have a talent which is also a curse. I can't take life seriously until someone is dieing in my arms and then I do my bit,
by simply smiling. But yeah I can't take life seriously, all the people I was supposed to be able to trust turned into monsters and I've been addicted to crack followed by smack for a decade, since I was young at secondary school. Those problems persist despite mental health crumbling and a huge lack of friends and monthly bouts of "I'd rather hang myself in the woods than leave the house with this body, this face and this mind to be around college" even though college can be cool when I get there. Definately in limbo. Possibly the wrong place to post this. Effie, (happy birthdaY) super mod knows who i am, I'm just confused and new to BL.
I love you all though and if you see this MonstaNoodle gimme a txt and let me know your ok.