zerothehero

there once was a poet named lamo
who looked for someone to blamo
but that didn't last long
cuz he knew that was wrong
and his poems were just, well, lamo

Elseware

There once was a druggie named Jane
Ate handfuls of Vicodin, that much was plain
Constipation
Consternation
Bricks aren't much fun, you know, it was pain

You have to stop this, my little Jane
Said the part of her mind that was still slightly sane
You could die
From getting high
She finally got off that fool train

Detox took hold of our pretty Jane
She was pulled hard. Held brutal to the rein
It wrenched her. It gagged her
It shook her and slammed her
Till finally it passed. Left her with her long lost brain.

Torn up and skinny our frail little Jane
Softly sought the wisdom she needed to gain
Hard hearted PAWS crept up And stayed right there and would not let up
It kept her in the cellar tied to a chain

But she has a core of strength, our Jane
She's got it now. It's all been her bane
The chains have freed her
We hope God speeds her
Her work has not been in vane

gleefan

Beautiful, Else.

tootsl1

Vicodin Jane got a fright
And knew she must fight the good fight
She swore off the pills
And fought off her ills
And now she's a beautiful sight

She may have her tribulations
Which she confronts with degrees of frustration
But we know she will win
And new life will begin
Sober Jane,Heroine of the Nation

Gilmer

Wonderful, both Else and Toots!

DG0409

It's been a while since I came here to write
But since I'm struggling tonight
I'm hoping my muse will come back
So I can complain about what my life does lack
Mostly things are pretty allright

But I must vent about the things that are wrong
Since I've been bouncing thoughts in my head too long
I'm having fits with my old car
That are starting to make me wish I could just go to the bar
Or perhaps take a hit from a bong

All I want is for the stupid thing to start
I tried to remove the faulty part
But just my rotten luck
That thing is really stuck!
I'd like to send it to the dump on a cart

I have a new car I call mine
And just want to put up a 'For Sale' sign
In the old piece of junk
But my repairs are simply stuck
And until it starts, I could only charge a dime

MidnightBlue

I am back from my vacations!
I've resisted all temptations!
Sober, sound, safe, and tanned-
It's been greater that I'd planned!

I enjoyed it so much!
Lots of fun and kind luck's touch.
Sun, and sea, and healthy food-
Sound sleep and awesome mood.

Friends, I wish that I could to share
All this joy and joie de vivre.
Inner smile and gentle care
Sober holidays will bring.

tootsl1

MB I am glad you had fun
Spending your days in the sun
Eating good food
(Did you sunbathe in the nude?)
If you did, did you sunburn your bum??

DG I'm away home next week
My first job on arrival is to seek
To get under the hood
Charge the battery good
And hope the car starts with key-tweak

Ten months it has sat on the drive
Eight of those more dead, than alive
But I must have it working
Or my chores I'll be shirking
And I need no great reason to skive

For the garden has now grown wild
You would easily lose a small child
With scythe I will battle
(May even find cattle)
And in a corner weeds will be piled

But the pile will grow ever taller
At some point, the house will seem smaller
Will I dare set a light
To this mountain of shite
( will I be an emergency caller??)

Gilmer

You're so witty, Toots!

Elseware

Habits

They're ingrained
They're entwined
They're as fine as spider webs
And as strong as steel

zerothehero

whoever said you can't teach an old dog new tricks
ain't spent much time with old dogs;
as long as we can envision an impending treat
we can cut through habits' fogs

and treats there are plenty if we count our blessings:
health, clarity, energy, the joy of a sunrise,
days free of nausea, money in the pocket,
a sense of accomplishment, feeling somewhat wise

this old dog thought treats came in a glass or can,
but sobriety is making me more like a puppy again

Elseware

Here I am on the blind side of fate
I can't see around the corner
I fear the thief in the night

However, I feel better of late.
The relief is like a mourner
Whose given up the denial and fight

zerothehero

Interesting ABC ABC structure, and I can relate to the content...

Fate is a fist that keeps beating me down
I keep getting up but I'm bruised and sore
and perpetually frustrated

My smile is too often a mask for a frown
while that fist keeps on pounding I can't find the door
assaulted and aggravated

zerothehero

i wrote some garbage then deleted it
what's left of my mind i have depleted it
i have done neglected to feeded it
i sense my past done gone and cheated it

tootsl1

Tomorrow I'm flying back home
On a big airyplane all alone
But I will be fine
With SR. online
And a few special friends on the phone!

zerothehero

addicted to opium at just seventeen
when my source cut me off i thought he was mean
you'd think i would learn
but with years yet to burn
i stumbled through adventures glorious and obscene

zerothehero

if i could do it all over again
i guess i would do it all over again
i would dig my own hole
cuz that's how i roll
and i'd do it again and again and again

zerothehero

years later they introduced me to tar heroin
and i thought, OMG, here we go again
but one sorry day
i just walked away
when friends drop dead it always seems sudden

zerothehero

this next chapter just gives me the chills
i totalled my car and got addicted to pills
a new form of poppy
made me numb and floppy
i can never roll rocks to the tops of the hills

zerothehero

though i'd quit drinking i had this prescription
i don't think the rest requires a description
but one brave day
i threw them away
now i want them so bad i'm courting a conniption