drug and alcohol abuse poetry

donnaruhl

chadwick wrote:

i can't believe how good i been feeling. my doctors deserve a thorough ass chewing.

Right On Chadwick! I knew you'd pull through. Proud,Very Proud :thumbup:

chadwick

donnaruhl wrote:

chadwick wrote:

i can't believe how good i been feeling. my doctors deserve a thorough ass chewing.

Right On Chadwick! I knew you'd pull through. Proud,Very Proud :thumbup:

thank you, donna. im not out of the woods yet but im getting there.

Nevermind90

I will never speak again,
not to you & now im writing again
how long has it been?
seir, im shaking again

cant breathe in this small room

two years? havent said a word to you

donnaruhl

chadwick wrote:

donnaruhl wrote:

chadwick wrote:

i can't believe how good i been feeling. my doctors deserve a thorough ass chewing.

Right On Chadwick! I knew you'd pull through. Proud,Very Proud :thumbup:

thank you, donna. im not out of the woods yet but im getting there.

Baby steps, Chadwick.And it doesn't matter if it's a million of them, just so long as they're moving in the right direction.

whispering hands

Holyshit that's a I can say

whispering hands

May I add?

chadwick

of course you may add. please do.

Chip McFlennigan

Chad.

Not only are you my favorite country in Africa, but you're my favorite dude posting on the PJ forums. I love ya, man. Let's chat.

chadwick

every piece of dirt
all blades of steel or green or brown dead grass
speak

the wall here is red
that wall there is over-there-blue
while this floor has totally evaporated
the clock

all trees fell or seedlings dream of birds & nests
wind & rain
they do sing this exact tune
even the dandelions bothering some people

the windows shout like real
they do eat sunshine
they do consume to survive
like an enterprise

butterflies train like screaming whistles
cold steel rails flying gently do not guide wheels as seemed
but more like throwing down a guided atlas
flooded with peaks
blasting off into a different realm

every board
every piece of furniture says stop
every potholder
all white clouds dump thoughts
all fence posts
every electrical motor or gas engine
uses rain as chemicals from gods
to draw pictures for communicational purposes
very very very similar to a blasted off rocket
with aerial messages closing in on humanity
and as loud as rock
as powerful as canyon echoing out-through all our roars

every colorful

brianlux

chadwick wrote:

every piece of dirt
all blades of steel or green or brown dead grass
speak

the wall here is red
that wall there is over-there-blue
while this floor has totally evaporated
the clock

all trees fell or seedlings dream of birds & nests
wind & rain
they do sing this exact tune
even the dandelions bothering some people

the windows shout like real
they do eat sunshine
they do consume to survive
like an enterprise

butterflies train like screaming whistles
cold steel rails flying gently do not guide wheels as seemed
but more like throwing down a guided atlas
flooded with peaks
blasting off into a different realm

every board
every piece of furniture says stop
every potholder
all white clouds dump thoughts
all fence posts
every electrical motor or gas engine
uses rain as chemicals from gods
to draw pictures for communicational purposes
very very very similar to a blasted off rocket
with aerial messages closing in on humanity
and as loud as rock
as powerful as canyon echoing out-through all our roars

every colorful

This is mind bending, Chadwick- you've outdone yourself here! Fantastic. I just can't say enough about this one- it draws me back to read again and again.

Standing ovation!

rollings

brianlux wrote:

chadwick wrote:

every piece of dirt
all blades of steel or green or brown dead grass
speak

the wall here is red
that wall there is over-there-blue
while this floor has totally evaporated
the clock

all trees fell or seedlings dream of birds & nests
wind & rain
they do sing this exact tune
even the dandelions bothering some people

the windows shout like real
they do eat sunshine
they do consume to survive
like an enterprise

butterflies train like screaming whistles
cold steel rails flying gently do not guide wheels as seemed
but more like throwing down a guided atlas
flooded with peaks
blasting off into a different realm

every board
every piece of furniture says stop
every potholder
all white clouds dump thoughts
all fence posts
every electrical motor or gas engine
uses rain as chemicals from gods
to draw pictures for communicational purposes
very very very similar to a blasted off rocket
with aerial messages closing in on humanity
and as loud as rock
as powerful as canyon echoing out-through all our roars

every colorful

This is mind bending, Chadwick- you've outdone yourself here! Fantastic. I just can't say enough about this one- it draws me back to read again and again.

Standing ovation!

:thumbup:

chadwick

well mr. b. lux

i wouldn't say i outdone myself as i did not. it probably though does deserve its very own thread, however i was listening to a young man on video tell his tale on using the psychedelic drug, DMT. as he told his experiences i had to write my version of the few things he has said to the interviewer. i have never saw DMT so i truly haven't a clue from obviously having zero experience with the psychedelic. DMT grows in the rainforest down in south america in some tree's roots (mimosa/ayahuasca) & in its bark. natives to the area (brazil) been drinking the magical potion for centuries.

the dude in the interview said it makes everything speak to him...every single thing would be alive.

RedMosquito22

This is a song I wrote that is on our new album "Technocracy." I lost someone close to heroine and this was the inspiration behind "Falling Off"


No need to talk about it
Don't even think about it
You can't understand it
and never want to feel it
Why don't you stay away,
and save it for a rainy day
Don't want you coming around
When all you do is drag me down

I appreciate the ear you're lending
The falling off is never ending

No need to talk about it.

I can't seem to make it stick
Like this habit I have to kick
I can't stop, can't get enough
Why do you go and make it so tough
I don't want to talk or hear why
You're feeling sick? Well so am I

I appreciate the ear you're lending
The falling off is never ending

No need to talk about it.

I try and try to tune you out
But all you do is scream and shout
I lay back my mind goes blank
I'm laying there with nothing in the tank
I try but it will never leave
Do I have anything up my sleeve

I appreciate the ear you're lending
The falling off is never ending

No need to talk about it.

chadwick

RedMosquito22 wrote:

This is a song I wrote that is on our new album "Technocracy." I lost someone close to heroine and this was the inspiration behind "Falling Off"


No need to talk about it
Don't even think about it
You can't understand it
and never want to feel it
Why don't you stay away,
and save it for a rainy day
Don't want you coming around
When all you do is drag me down

I appreciate the ear you're lending
The falling off is never ending

No need to talk about it.

I can't seem to make it stick
Like this habit I have to kick
I can't stop, can't get enough
Why do you go and make it so tough
I don't want to talk or hear why
You're feeling sick? Well so am I

I appreciate the ear you're lending
The falling off is never ending

No need to talk about it.

I try and try to tune you out
But all you do is scream and shout
I lay back my mind goes blank
I'm laying there with nothing in the tank
I try but it will never leave
Do I have anything up my sleeve

I appreciate the ear you're lending
The falling off is never ending

No need to talk about it.

well done. how can a guy here your music?

RedMosquito22

We are on iTunes. Or you can Facebook "Faux Paul" and click on the music store app to check out before you buy if you like it. All the links are in the thread for my band in this forum. It's still on page 1. Thanks so much for your interest.

chadwick

RedMosquito22 wrote:

We are on iTunes. Or you can Facebook "Faux Paul" and click on the music store app to check out before you buy if you like it. All the links are in the thread for my band in this forum. It's still on page 1. Thanks so much for your interest.

i have no facebook account & have no frickin idea what a iTunes is.

rollings

chadwick wrote:

well done. how can a guy here your music?

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chadwick

i'd slay the dragon for his dreams
i'd slay the dragon for his dreams
for all the jewels in this serpent's cave
i'd slay the fucker
then i could smoke opium with simple peasants & be a raging addict in ancient china for all the gold in this dragon's cave
for all the pearls dangling in my eyes
please just allow me abundance in lethargy
a state of unconsciousness resembling deep dreaming

inside my destroyed shoes
a simple wish a simple blessing
no more pain
none are aches
not are throbbing bones
solid creamy clouds of delicate bliss given by mystical dreams

in today's day & age
if i could just fix everything broken
sleep a longtime

RedMosquito22

chadwick wrote:

RedMosquito22 wrote:

We are on iTunes. Or you can Facebook "Faux Paul" and click on the music store app to check out before you buy if you like it. All the links are in the thread for my band in this forum. It's still on page 1. Thanks so much for your interest.

i have no facebook account & have no frickin idea what a iTunes is.

Go to http://www.cdbaby.com and just search Faux Paul. Sorry, I haven't been on in a few days.

chadwick

(part I)...

gold & silver leaves
play around with my head
i am told here
i am pulled there
here goes dreams & wind

bottles last longer than
& the winged song devours quickly
the roadside carcass as empty as mine
matching like a miserable evening
dying unexpectedly

so what do we get
the hand lays the magic down
trouble soon then knocks against broken windows
our eyes painted open
cold & rain following home
or was it our attendence on these steel rails
guided along by being brought back to the ending

it is this finish line
just sleeping away
ours will be delivered by a hanging
the lady with her fan will slip
she will fall
those gold & silver leaves will be swept

crows will romance this night
while old tree bark grays out as touched by moon down shine
this misfortunate air will not last
the wind knows this calamity will soon be complete
as toxic filled cups cover up
frost & the goodtimes call home
but no one answers

it is this dead cross
electric hidden stars
& the open seas
giving us our world back
to bad we went done to another deadly feast