drug and alcohol abuse poetry

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  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    edited March 2011
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  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    Shit - heavy stuff
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  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    (dedicated to our pal binauraljam)

    took the tracks today
    trippin balls
    no people near please
    nun seeing me going on would be better

    trippin all over myself
    rubber band limbs all like a slinky
    shock absorbers when I walk the talk

    like a lost train of tracers
    going on
    i am my own freight
    a conductor
    the engineer
    and caboose

    because of these two steel-snake-beams
    perhaps each one a reptilian planet
    as I tightrope walk them like a fish swimming the cable stretched out under this mega dome cathedral
    giving me a bubble to a vortex of turtle streets as snow flake giants thriving in a mass community on the back of a giant winter pine

    this is when I was reminded of days earlier
    when my brothers and I
    lied under our beds all night (only after running after the imagination of a caveman’s creation constructed a guitar from cedar and leather cord) having conversations of density
    of mass
    of memory
    incompleteness or complete strangers
    met at crossing sections
    or like each unit defining itself(-energy) as a galaxy moving through
    and pulled across all other points
    in sets of three successions successfully
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    chadwick wrote:
    (dedicated to our pal binauraljam)

    took the tracks today
    trippin balls
    no people near please
    nun seeing me going on would be better

    trippin all over myself
    rubber band limbs all like a slinky
    shock absorbers when I walk the talk

    like a lost train of tracers
    going on
    i am my own freight
    a conductor
    the engineer
    and caboose

    because of these two steel-snake-beams
    perhaps each one a reptilian planet
    as I tightrope walk them like a fish swimming the cable stretched out under this mega dome cathedral
    giving me a bubble to a vortex of turtle streets as snow flake giants thriving in a mass community on the back of a giant winter pine

    this is when I was reminded of days earlier
    when my brothers and I
    lied under our beds all night (only after running after the imagination of a caveman’s creation constructed a guitar from cedar and leather cord) having conversations of density
    of mass
    of memory
    incompleteness or complete strangers
    met at crossing sections
    or like each unit defining itself(-energy) as a galaxy moving through
    and pulled across all other points
    in sets of three successions successfully


    Amazing stuff
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  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    pretty much forgot about this stuff till 81.
    nice try, 81
    close but no cigar
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    Good thread this one. Maybe time for some more....... :)
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  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    I've always experienced 'sympathetic drug use' - from the time of my youth, right up until today. When I was younger I didn't know what it was. My friends would take trips, I'd be standing next to them, and I would be getting stranger and stranger. My friends would take ecstasy, I would be getting high. I don't think it's only getting carried into their world through atmosphere and association. It's something stronger. It's strongest with acid. One time my friends had way too much - they were getting really bad. I was the one trying to help them, but then it got really out of hand, I was in a very bad place. Sympathetic drug abuse. One thing to be said for it is it's a damn sight cheaper.
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  • mysticweedmysticweed Posts: 3,710
    tremors wrote:
    I've always experienced 'sympathetic drug use' - from the time of my youth, right up until today. When I was younger I didn't know what it was. My friends would take trips, I'd be standing next to them, and I would be getting stranger and stranger. My friends would take ecstasy, I would be getting high. I don't think it's only getting carried into their world through atmosphere and association. It's something stronger. It's strongest with acid. One time my friends had way too much - they were getting really bad. I was the one trying to help them, but then it got really out of hand, I was in a very bad place. Sympathetic drug abuse. One thing to be said for it is it's a damn sight cheaper.


    intense and intuned people will pick up the heartbeat of the tripper, coke buzzer, shroomer, or X-acter and their hearts will flutter with very real, though often brief contact high

    well, that's my take on it afw


    time has turned, i got old but
    i guess it's not so dismal
    my drug of choice, turns out now
    chasing percs with pepto-bismol
    fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

    "what a long, strange trip it's been"
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    i can say i am done with and over the limb below me
    my whole life spent climbing
    each step or stumble
    every wash over me has been difficult
    even in the name of pleasure and women
    grapes and sunlight
    and me off to the side of kindle

    have not known sleep in longer periods than waiting
    and rushing through the yard for my boy on his new bike
    this
    i knew was a dream
    and one solid needle left dangling

    these
    the dreams of which i cannot but disappear
    in the enticement
    and so is life

    but here tonight i have my friends
    they are lowlit
    they belong inside yet are empty and left out and full
    the windows frost over for greeting moon's charm for my dazzlement as i fade into vacancy
    where the whistling wind bears down on this older dwelling of mine
    that which bursts through the door shouting across the drapes and her dress
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • In the interim analysis
    The animus never came to terms understood
    Stanley she said take that cock off your nose
    And give me your lip bright smile
    Driven by Godssssssssssssssss
    Makes me nauseous to the pit
    Still a nauseous ass
    Uncomfortable death pukes, breathes through a new tubular bell
    Spent systems and no velocity in the Scarabs in a shoe
    More talented for the visit
    A talented beetle you say with centuries of John
    Picks the kind, did I lie, hope you lied in July
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    In the interim analysis
    The animus never came to terms understood
    Stanley she said take that cock off your nose
    And give me your lip bright smile
    Driven by Godssssssssssssssss
    Makes me nauseous to the pit
    Still a nauseous ass
    Uncomfortable death pukes, breathes through a new tubular bell
    Spent systems and no velocity in the Scarabs in a shoe
    More talented for the visit
    A talented beetle you say with centuries of John
    Picks the kind, did I lie, hope you lied in July
    what the...

    this i like
    it makes no sense to me at all
    but somehow it works
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • Godfather.Godfather. Posts: 12,504
    there's a guy with a ticket to Mexico
    no he coulden't look much stranger
    trippin down the hall with his things and all
    smiled and said he was the lone ranger.

    rollin into Los Angeles bringing in couple of keys
    don't touch my bags if you please Mr. customs man.

    B.Dylan
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    without having ate psychedelics
    this manifestation
    has euphoria named after her
    she is each song up on top
    every leaf colored to the stream
    every bell a flower ringing for our home

    she

    and when i ran
    her in front of me as standing still as bird baths do
    this the exact chirping
    every feather to mine for her sky

    this difference ran hard
    this union is solid tracers
    zooming across low to the ground but as high as the moon

    somehow the sun and moon traded dances with her

    she

    the music blasted yet dead
    this fulfillment discharged the great accomplishments of fairytales
    her and i
    mine and she has this hand from my arm from my shoulder from my torso
    this is my thought
    all are her dreaming wide awake visuals and the color of excellence has bound itself to our blissfulness

    somehow this shakedown is a choir rusted as if welded to every grass blade
    each seed from forest to forest
    through this waterway to puddle to mud
    to a clear bucket of well water dipped into all seven tree frogs and waterfalls

    she

    and her has begun to increase my
    my...

    her enlargement is where i dine
    where i dwell and where i rest my comfortable poetry book
    notebooks pens and papers
    all nine pencils used
    sewn-united and unrelinquished

    and for her almighty blissful hand
    her kiss will shine like a pair of doves
    her lips upper and lower
    teeth between gold and pink
    this comotion in the background has a light
    when rails of cold steel come home
    each blue wing
    everything flutter-filled
    every morning resting peacefully beautifully atop a single sunflower
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
    holy fuckballs chad!
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    holy fuckballs chad!
    thank you, catester
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    Chadwick, I liked that one too. :thumbup:
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  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    chadwick wrote:
    without having ate psychedelics
    this manifestation
    has euphoria named after her
    she is each song up on top
    every leaf colored to the stream
    every bell a flower ringing for our home

    she

    and when i ran
    her in front of me as standing still as bird baths do
    this the exact chirping
    every feather to mine for her sky

    this difference ran hard
    this union is solid tracers
    zooming across low to the ground but as high as the moon

    somehow the sun and moon traded dances with her

    she

    the music blasted yet dead
    this fulfillment discharged the great accomplishments of fairytales
    her and i
    mine and she has this hand from my arm from my shoulder from my torso
    this is my thought
    all are her dreaming wide awake visuals and the color of excellence has bound itself to our blissfulness

    somehow this shakedown is a choir rusted as if welded to every grass blade
    each seed from forest to forest
    through this waterway to puddle to mud
    to a clear bucket of well water dipped into all seven tree frogs and waterfalls

    she

    and her has begun to increase my
    my...

    her enlargement is where i dine
    where i dwell and where i rest my comfortable poetry book
    notebooks pens and papers
    all nine pencils used
    sewn-united and unrelinquished

    and for her almighty blissful hand
    her kiss will shine like a pair of doves
    her lips upper and lower
    teeth between gold and pink
    this comotion in the background has a light
    when rails of cold steel come home
    each blue wing
    everything flutter-filled
    every morning resting peacefully beautifully atop a single sunflower
    :corn:

    Very Nice!
  • zarocatzarocat Posts: 1,901
    1996: Toronto
    1998: Barrie
    2000: Montreal, Toronto, Auburn Hills
    2003: Cleveland, Buffalo, Toronto, Montreal
    2004: Boston X2, Grand Rapids
    2005: Kitchener, London, Hamilton, Montreal, Ottawa, Toronto
    2006: Toronto X2
    2009: Toronto
    2011: PJ20, Montreal, Toronto X2, Hamilton
    2012: Manchester X2, Amsterdam X2, Prague, Berlin X2, Philadelphia, Missoula
    2013: Pittsburg, Buffalo
    2014: Milan, Trieste, Vienna, Berlin, Stockholm, Oslo, Detroit
    2016: Ottawa, Toronto X2
    2018: Padova, Rome, Prague, Krakow, Berlin, Barcelona
    2022: Ottawa, Hamilton, Toronto
    2023: Chicago X2
    2024: New York X2
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • depopulationINCdepopulationINC Posts: 2,074
    nice topic and a great collection thus far. I will need to review them one by one more in depth. I think a fair amount of mine could be added in here...perhaps I will add a few.
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
  • depopulationINCdepopulationINC Posts: 2,074
    Well I’m hanging around
    The darker side of town
    And every time I’m up
    I’m out and down
    Cause I feel my plum disease
    And I’ve got just one release
    But every time I do
    It brings me right back down
    Around that lonely bend
    There darkness at the end
    And if I look to close
    I fear I wont cry
    It is my enemy
    Always conquers me
    But pick me back up
    As my only friend

    And if I stay this course
    Will it still show me some remorse
    Will I beg and plead
    Get down on my knees
    And will I pray for more
    Even though it makes it worse
    Oh can I defeat whats right in front of me

    Aunt Hazel rescue me
    For the rig that I see
    Is wiped clean of dust
    Or antifreeze
    Aunt Hazel rescue me
    I have no bad seed
    One ballot that I cast
    Will set me free

    Well I’m hanging around
    The darker side of town
    And every time I’m up
    I’m out and down
    Cause I feel my plum disease
    And I’ve got just one release
    But every time I do
    It brings me right back down

    And everything I know
    Lost in the bad seed I sow
    I have to feel numb
    From my pulse
    To my lung
    I pace my every breath
    Blind to my world
    Open to the rest
    I saddle up the horse
    To take me home

    Well I’m hanging around
    The darker side of town
    And every time I’m up
    I’m out and down
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    Well I’m hanging around
    The darker side of town
    And every time I’m up
    I’m out and down
    Cause I feel my plum disease
    And I’ve got just one release
    But every time I do
    It brings me right back down
    Around that lonely bend
    There darkness at the end
    And if I look to close
    I fear I wont cry
    It is my enemy
    Always conquers me
    But pick me back up
    As my only friend

    And if I stay this course
    Will it still show me some remorse
    Will I beg and plead
    Get down on my knees
    And will I pray for more
    Even though it makes it worse
    Oh can I defeat whats right in front of me

    Aunt Hazel rescue me
    For the rig that I see
    Is wiped clean of dust
    Or antifreeze
    Aunt Hazel rescue me
    I have no bad seed
    One ballot that I cast
    Will set me free

    Well I’m hanging around
    The darker side of town
    And every time I’m up
    I’m out and down
    Cause I feel my plum disease
    And I’ve got just one release
    But every time I do
    It brings me right back down

    And everything I know
    Lost in the bad seed I sow
    I have to feel numb
    From my pulse
    To my lung
    I pace my every breath
    Blind to my world
    Open to the rest
    I saddle up the horse
    To take me home

    Well I’m hanging around
    The darker side of town
    And every time I’m up
    I’m out and down
    fucking rock
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    just another hit
    the dark room flashes yellow-red
    the coal home fires beneath earth's crust and my skin
    home planet on fire like a set of lungs
    my breathing

    and in this exact moment
    meditation over takes blissfulness and becomes it
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • DinghyDogDinghyDog Posts: 587
    edited October 2012
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  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    DinghyDog wrote:
    There's a song that was famous here in Australia over a decade ago that I sometimes get stuck in my head, always with the wrong lyrics, but close enough

    The mixed up lyrics that get stuck in my head are...

    I don't drink or smoke dope
    I don't laugh at dirty jokes
    And what I want to know is will I die of anything...

    For the real song and lyrics, follow this link...
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ptH2EV4Turk

    The thing is I don't drink (or at least I've drunk so little alcohol in my life that I feel comfortable saying "I don't drink" without feeling like a liar. I can safely say I've never been drunk).

    I don't smoke dope (or even cigarettes). I've never tried illegal drugs and have never abused the legal kind.

    And I pretend to be a prude when it comes to dirty jokes.

    So I find the song funny, but then it goes on to say "I'm an exerciser", which I completely am not. I don't go out of my way to exercise and I eat plenty of junk food, so, yeah, I'll die from something, but anyway, I'm so far off track now.

    My whole point of writing here is to say I can't really write here. I have seen the people around me abuse drugs and alcohol, my friends and family. They've even encouraged me to do the same, I've been offered drugs on numerous occasions by family and friends, not just casually, but quite forcefully (not physically forceful, but peer pressure to the max), but I have no interest in it. I'm also a little bit of a social outcast for not drinking (especially since I live in Australia and it seems to be something Australians pride themselves on. I don't like sports either. I am so un-Australian). Luckily for me, I've rarely found peer pressure difficult to overcome, so I get to live my boring life, just the way I like it.

    So I can't write about drug and alcohol abuse first hand, but I do have a question to ask...

    Does anyone here regret trying drugs and alcohol to begin with, or are you happy to have had the experience as something you have tried and overcome (or as something you continue to do, as the case may be)?
    i don't drink either and i get a lot of flack for not being a drunk like everyone else i grew up with who is still drinking. so i also don't get invited to events either. like you i dislike sports and i am so un-Assusie like. btw, foster beer stinks ;)
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • hedonisthedonist Posts: 24,524
    DinghyDog wrote:
    Does anyone here regret trying drugs and alcohol to begin with, or are you happy to have had the experience as something you have tried and overcome (or as something you continue to do, as the case may be)?
    Interesting question, and good on you for sticking to your principles...I wish more people did that.

    Me, no...I don't have misgivings about my initial and continued partaking. I do regret some of my young stupidity related to it - poor choices that come with youth (usually, anyway - I think I've gotten most of that out of my system by now) - but appreciate the experiences that came with it...that still come with it.

    Plus, I just enjoy it; my life isn't hampered.

    I'm sure I'll have more to add later - probably after having smoked a bowl or two ;)
  • JOEJOEJOEJOEJOEJOE Posts: 10,513
    Chadwick, have you ever read any Jim Carroll poems, or "The Basketball Diaries" ??

    Great drug-related stuff!
  • zarocatzarocat Posts: 1,901
    Have you done drugs ? OP
    1996: Toronto
    1998: Barrie
    2000: Montreal, Toronto, Auburn Hills
    2003: Cleveland, Buffalo, Toronto, Montreal
    2004: Boston X2, Grand Rapids
    2005: Kitchener, London, Hamilton, Montreal, Ottawa, Toronto
    2006: Toronto X2
    2009: Toronto
    2011: PJ20, Montreal, Toronto X2, Hamilton
    2012: Manchester X2, Amsterdam X2, Prague, Berlin X2, Philadelphia, Missoula
    2013: Pittsburg, Buffalo
    2014: Milan, Trieste, Vienna, Berlin, Stockholm, Oslo, Detroit
    2016: Ottawa, Toronto X2
    2018: Padova, Rome, Prague, Krakow, Berlin, Barcelona
    2022: Ottawa, Hamilton, Toronto
    2023: Chicago X2
    2024: New York X2
  • DinghyDogDinghyDog Posts: 587
    edited October 2012
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  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    hello marijuana debate on MT :wave:
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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