curaezipirid
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A blue word too true for those needing a faster route into lessons psychedelic about why not to. Poetry written simply supporting the detoxification of who needed to, which was helping them find the reason why not to have to again. The following poem highlights for those who did not know it, that the nature of opium’s lies, was in that it makes the users feel like those causing least harm by getting clean, were who ought not be able to, and who might have to keep using it for a medical reason, were who felt like they could quite readily give up on it.
Molecular Bio-chemistry Bodies
When the molecules of life
Began to cause strife
When medicines named foods
Were then over consumed
The biochemistry of human
Bodies brave sung
Became food for hacking
Other folk’s follies begun
So between Leptin feeding the brain
With how not to complain
And Anadamide’s plain
Evidence for no need to sustain
Drug abuse economies ever again
We find dimethyltriptamine
More commonly named
DMT
In the black market economy
Has had stories told of it
Defying nociceptin’s rules for
That nobody escapes from the pain
(In the neck of writing poetry again)
Have I made myself plain
To who but if not those same
In the science-as-religion game
Which never had the real stake
In why drugs brung us down
To find upon the ground
That when hope became faith
Then Angels fell down
Yet of every Angel body
What is plain to us mostly
Is that of all the hopes Godly
Of those for humanity
To believe in as faith
Has had science to keep up the pace
At which folk had distained
To realise the fame
In religion as the game
Was not really so lame
But of reason and wisdom
To know what truth is of course
Was science born in religion
From desires to defeat
What inspires nothing cheap
But expensive the pause
Within which was drug’s cause
And the medicine be plain
Oh no not that again
But let not the same
Hence similarity’s name
Homeopathy to my brain
Yet to disease is my stain
All but the truth plain
That to cure the disease
Of addictive habits all please
It maybe that we
First need to resolve
What opium did to the soul
And why some who have abused
That substance which seldom amused
Were never feeling at fault
In why they can’t stop its vault
From themselves to seduce
Neither will their body
Like opium’s folly
When attached to
Too many words
As though the sky were the food
Upon what people spoke to chew
And they will be
Who could not do
What opium did to them that you
May well yet have to
Mind how their manner
Tends to expose of bad habits
Whilst terrified to tell
Was much why they fell
And these folk will be
Aforementioned by me
Those never fully had it on
The extent to which opium’s blues
Have had it on who
Wanted everything sung true
And they were differently blue
In seeking in their chase
That dragon’s real face
So to claim that their place
What first in the race
Of who knew what would take place
And have done themselves up
Much too far into drugs thus
Such that they’ll never get through
Complete detoxification’s food
Of one thousand and one
Days in Arabia done
For in the nights Sherazade won
And they will be who
Never quite yet could
Show it to you
What habits they won
Through opium’s blues
But they’ll find too much fun
In telling it to you
In that they knew
Their way of fault to be
What opium’s blood bleeds
Within fears of causing such
As too much advantageous seed
Spread around among
Who did not yet have
It an addiction begun
So let it now be
That between you and me
There was only one
Line to tell of what opium’s sum
Was in the sun today
That the Chinese say
It takes the pain away
But it still hurts, fey
And would it be not be what
What here would have opium got
Was that few will retain
Addiction as game
But those who do
Might be obliged to
Take on so these words
Discontinue
Molecular Bio-chemistry Bodies
When the molecules of life
Began to cause strife
When medicines named foods
Were then over consumed
The biochemistry of human
Bodies brave sung
Became food for hacking
Other folk’s follies begun
So between Leptin feeding the brain
With how not to complain
And Anadamide’s plain
Evidence for no need to sustain
Drug abuse economies ever again
We find dimethyltriptamine
More commonly named
DMT
In the black market economy
Has had stories told of it
Defying nociceptin’s rules for
That nobody escapes from the pain
(In the neck of writing poetry again)
Have I made myself plain
To who but if not those same
In the science-as-religion game
Which never had the real stake
In why drugs brung us down
To find upon the ground
That when hope became faith
Then Angels fell down
Yet of every Angel body
What is plain to us mostly
Is that of all the hopes Godly
Of those for humanity
To believe in as faith
Has had science to keep up the pace
At which folk had distained
To realise the fame
In religion as the game
Was not really so lame
But of reason and wisdom
To know what truth is of course
Was science born in religion
From desires to defeat
What inspires nothing cheap
But expensive the pause
Within which was drug’s cause
And the medicine be plain
Oh no not that again
But let not the same
Hence similarity’s name
Homeopathy to my brain
Yet to disease is my stain
All but the truth plain
That to cure the disease
Of addictive habits all please
It maybe that we
First need to resolve
What opium did to the soul
And why some who have abused
That substance which seldom amused
Were never feeling at fault
In why they can’t stop its vault
From themselves to seduce
Neither will their body
Like opium’s folly
When attached to
Too many words
As though the sky were the food
Upon what people spoke to chew
And they will be
Who could not do
What opium did to them that you
May well yet have to
Mind how their manner
Tends to expose of bad habits
Whilst terrified to tell
Was much why they fell
And these folk will be
Aforementioned by me
Those never fully had it on
The extent to which opium’s blues
Have had it on who
Wanted everything sung true
And they were differently blue
In seeking in their chase
That dragon’s real face
So to claim that their place
What first in the race
Of who knew what would take place
And have done themselves up
Much too far into drugs thus
Such that they’ll never get through
Complete detoxification’s food
Of one thousand and one
Days in Arabia done
For in the nights Sherazade won
And they will be who
Never quite yet could
Show it to you
What habits they won
Through opium’s blues
But they’ll find too much fun
In telling it to you
In that they knew
Their way of fault to be
What opium’s blood bleeds
Within fears of causing such
As too much advantageous seed
Spread around among
Who did not yet have
It an addiction begun
So let it now be
That between you and me
There was only one
Line to tell of what opium’s sum
Was in the sun today
That the Chinese say
It takes the pain away
But it still hurts, fey
And would it be not be what
What here would have opium got
Was that few will retain
Addiction as game
But those who do
Might be obliged to
Take on so these words
Discontinue
