Its been awhile since I been here , just checking see how everyones doing hope n pray all doing best yas can GOD BLESS...... I came across a poem I wrote many yrs ago thought yas might connect to it so thought id share it in hopes it just may help someone ........opinons welcome
called serpents
SERPENTS
Death peers through its hood
as the serpent flys through
the eye of the Devil on a needles end
His poison venom flows
through the veins of many
a good young men
Hell embrace, and sedate you
with deceit, then captive you
Hes a thief, a liar
hell rob you of your soul
hell drag you into depths fire!
He'll walk you down a lonely path to lead
telling you theres no one else in this life you need
Spare yourself the agony,
Flee from serpents that you may see,
Beware evils temptation
Dont Let The Devil In,
Come Back To Jesus Defeat The Sin
paco 3/7/87
Hi Paco, I read your poem and your post on writing a book. I am quite a prolific writer myself, and always have been. I am currently writing a book, based on my life story, which inevitably encompasses the whole heroin thing, but I've written alot about mental illness, which was part and parcel of my addiction. If you are serious then think about joining a writers circle. I went to a few sessions, but it was a lot of old biddies mainly, but they can offer lots of help in terms of getting published. And it will help you get over the fear that many of us have, particularly me, of actually "owning" your work. You have to able to be honest, even though it's something very personal, and you have to be able to stand up and say "this is me - if you don't like it F O!". In my first session at the writers circle, I stood up and read the most personal poem I've ever written I think, and when I'd finished, there was a moment of shocked silence, then slowly I got a round of applause.
I know I've posted this before, but I don't know if you've read it, so I'll post it again.
Dear Heroin,
When I first met you,
I was untouched.
I was the virgin,
You were the dust.
We came together
In a chemical collide
I fell in love
When you touched me inside.
I was scattered in pieces
But with you I was whole
You comforted every part of my soul
You took me to places
I'd never been
We wandered in dreamlight
Calm and serene.
As I grew to know you
You fused with my mind.
To live without you?
I'd rather go blind!
But when you were gone
I became sick
You knew how to keep me
A real dirty trick.
So where-ever you were
I would follow
You are a poison
I should spit, not swallow!
And I found you in places
Where most fear to tread,
Where people are shadows
And the living are dead.
Like that dump with no windows
On the frontline in Bristol
Or the cellar, in Swansea
Where I held my first pistol
And whenever I found you
It was always the same
You'd stack the deck
And I'd deal again
I'd try to leave you
But succombed to the pain
So I'd take my place beside you,
And we'd carry on the game
I've done things for you
That I'd never thought possible
I even came back
When you put me in hospital
I've mortgaged my dreams
And pawned out my soul
But this time, lover,
This time I fold.
So I'm telling you, Sweetheart,
Kiss me goodbye.
I won't see you,
In the next world,
'Cause you'll never die.
MB
If there's any advice I'd give you, it's be brutally honest, and don't try and hide the truth about anything. You can't write well if you're always worried about what your mum is going to think if she reads it!!
Are you in the UK? Try Black Poppy to get poems published.
best of luck
diff x
I know I've posted this before, but I don't know if you've read it, so I'll post it again.
Dear Heroin,
When I first met you,
I was untouched.
I was the virgin,
You were the dust.
We came together
In a chemical collide
I fell in love
When you touched me inside.
I was scattered in pieces
But with you I was whole
You comforted every part of my soul
You took me to places
I'd never been
We wandered in dreamlight
Calm and serene.
As I grew to know you
You fused with my mind.
To live without you?
I'd rather go blind!
But when you were gone
I became sick
You knew how to keep me
A real dirty trick.
So where-ever you were
I would follow
You are a poison
I should spit, not swallow!
And I found you in places
Where most fear to tread,
Where people are shadows
And the living are dead.
Like that dump with no windows
On the frontline in Bristol
Or the cellar, in Swansea
Where I held my first pistol
And whenever I found you
It was always the same
You'd stack the deck
And I'd deal again
I'd try to leave you
But succombed to the pain
So I'd take my place beside you,
And we'd carry on the game
I've done things for you
That I'd never thought possible
I even came back
When you put me in hospital
I've mortgaged my dreams
And pawned out my soul
But this time, lover,
This time I fold.
So I'm telling you, Sweetheart,
Kiss me goodbye.
I won't see you,
In the next world,
'Cause you'll never die.
MB
If there's any advice I'd give you, it's be brutally honest, and don't try and hide the truth about anything. You can't write well if you're always worried about what your mum is going to think if she reads it!!
Are you in the UK? Try Black Poppy to get poems published.
best of luck
diff x
Thats deep dif i can relate yur poem , its been yrs for me .......poem was after cleaned up............. mums gone im old man now........no not in uk im in US. but always thought of book to help people....... to many not knowing what their getting into before its to late .........
Hi Paco, it's an admirable sentiment, trying to help people know what they're getting into before it's too late. But in reality, we all know it's bad s*** before we do it. We just think - it won't be me. I'd never be like that. I'm far too smart to end up like that. Well that's what I thought anyway. Show's how much I knew!!! I'd just like to let people know that this kind of stuff happens, and it happens to all kinds of people. It doesn't matter how good your upbringing, how bright you are - the more you have, the more you lose. Nobody is immune. When I saw a good friend of mine following in my footsteps (he lived with me for a bit) I threw him out and cut him off. He hated me for a while, but eventually realised I was doing it to save him, and although we never had the same friendship again, he didn't get a habit, and I feel good about that. You have to be cruel to be kind sometimes. I had everything going for me. A good education, smart as a whip, good job, owned my dream house by the age of 27. Lost the lot! But what I learned along the way is priceless, and I'm here to tell the tale, so I feel pretty lucky, all things considered. I sometimes get a sense that it was necessary for me to go through everything I did. We can't see the bigger picture, but I think before I got to the sharp end of life, I was playing at life. I didn't know what was important, I just thought I did. I had the arrogance of one who never had to try too hard at anything. Life delivers hard lessons, and it's the survival of the fittest. The weak get picked off, and the strong learn to adapt. I feel like I have been tested, really tested, and it taught me so much gratitude and humility. And compassion. And self-belief. I don't just think I'm strong. I know I'm strong. And lucky!!!
Well, got a big pile of ironing to do, so better go.
love
Diff x
Well, got a big pile of ironing to do, so better go.
love
Diff x
