The stomach turns not unknown to it
I just can't believe that I can quit
As the stomach turns and binds
It takes tolls on the body and some unknown mindsHow did it ever come to this spot
Where I think I would of rather been shot
Pulled the trigger then and there
Was point blank at this skull of a bearNow I look back as I write my song
There's no more high left from those two funny guys like cheech and chong
More like a habit I won't let go
I'd say it's better then spending money on some white snowAnother time in another felt body
I can still hit with a hacksaw not Roddy
Although that man in a kilt was so strong
Hacksaw Jim Duggans hit doorbells ding dongOr can bring about another stained night
On the side of a balcony with close end in sight
Maybe had he ended his life
Maybe time later someone wouldn't ended a lifeTaken something not was his to take
Too long ago, can't let go for Pete sakes
How could it create more damage now then the latter
Mind numbing in thought
Face to face with creatorTo understand such tragedy
To such a young mind
A blind man now is he
Not in a sense just more let go
To be freeFinding hope in a pool of mud
I seem to be missing the shot a Elmer Fudd
To catch just a glimmer of hope
Today I tried some real Snoop Dog dopeFrom a young guy who had scored back stage passes
His name was Jacob he aced all of his classes
You see what the degrees of separation in a real life setting
Talked shop, politics, and subscribed such a blessingCalled me brave when sharing a touch of my stage
I shared When I Have Time
His heart felt my own rage
Other then the pope I replied all is true
Everyone of those craptaicular excusesI think he might like this one it's all about life
Engaged 3 times now don't even want to make one a wife
Every lesson had its own gain
You could say in my writing that I'm pretty vaneNow that is another whole different topic
Maybe talk medical now who can drop it
How COPD is a thing that takes breath
A slow killing disease that will most times cause deathWill even blend the loss of my own mother
Will hit real nerves with a suicidal brother
To say anything more could be held in bad folly
So I'll switch up like one could be doing MollyIn the back room of another memory hits at head
Like Saturday prehistorics with Fred
Happy and sad in a twist of some fate
Now people tell me I'm so filled irateStreet corner waters deep over horizon
Stay in contact with love you can use even Verizon
Or whatever it takes to show love
Make some quick calls maybe help one stay aboveOr maybe I can share about another knife
A bad deal gone wrong another ended a life
Stories of some old baseball buddy
Now can share many like a rapper Kid CudiDrop bar over bar over bar front he top
I loved everything shown from new to old ones and flops
Taking a lesson from every one that I hear
It's threw dropping my bars I can cause more than a tearEven in these cold bars that I wrote
About the homeless ones without even a coat
Then switch it up with a grandpa tale
I loved him half of the two's and then three's with out fail
I'll add the back end
I love you Two Two
Then two went to three to infinite beyondNow that thought crossed
Came with more than two tears
Half of the two's were just never enough
Still that same boy double or nothing no bluffJust released my own set of emotions
Now you know why I can cause such a commotion
When trust has been hit too many flops on the table
It's through my own writes
It's my own set of fables
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The Colour Purple *Viewer Discretion*
PoetryThe Title Awareness on a variety of subjects including endangerd animals, mental health,homelessness,drugs and related issues along with a variety of diseases that have effected me or have taken time to think on the subject matter I'm not a doctor...