a poem about drugs

xmascleanlovexmascleanlove Posts: 55
edited February 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Wake up isn’t morning (dirty bed, face, reflection filthy, filthy place)
Put on a pretty face
Reflection flashed
Broke the glass
Put you in your place

Needles are biblical…martyr bent on crucifixion…drugs are now religion
Key to resurrection

When rain wouldn’t
Did begin wash
Crying off your sins

Good people aren’t immune to infection

Ghost of your mother
Whispers in your ear
floating
Like
Feels
Falling
(heart) you lots, nothing to fear

Gestapo clock woke up alarmed
Washed away the sleep
Dreams turn from fairy tale to nightmare
Because you’re a creep
Because you’re a sheep

Grace is a far fall
When you were never there at all
Never all there
You were never all there

You’re living
You’re getting scared
Fear is winning and you don’t care

Get the fuck up! Get the fuck up! Get the fuck up! Get the fuck up! Get the fuck up! Get the fuck up!
Cause we wont stop the love

Grace is a far fall
When you’ve never stood up

Made it to jail and hit the big time
Veins ready to break
Life doesn’t start over
After people hear your name

YOU CAN bear watching your father waste further away
Grace is a far fall
Unless you land in fame

The good guys aren’t always saved
if you're a pot smoker and you don't own a ukulele you're fuckin up...but then once you get a ukulele you might end up moving to a guitar because its a gateway instrument you know
~ EV 6/25/03
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Comments

  • Wake up young man, it's time
    To wake up
    Your love affair has got to go
    For 10 long years the leaves
    To rake up
    Slow suicide's no way to go
    Blue, clouded grey
    You're not a crack up
    Dizzy and weakened by the haze
    Moving onward
    So an infection not a phase
    The cracks and lines from
    Where you gave up
    They make an easy man to read
    For all the times you let them
    Bleed you
    For little peace from God you plead
    And beg
    For a little peace from God you plead

    Words by Layne Staley





    I really liked your poem, xmascleanlove! :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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