Drugs the Sadness of Drugs ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ›๐Ÿž๐Ÿ๐Ÿž๐Ÿ๐Ÿž๐Ÿ๐Ÿž๐Ÿ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ•ท

I saw this on Facebook and really felt the need to share it.
I have NEVER seen a more perfect poem, written in the saddest way.
“I destroy homes, tear families… apart – take your children, and that’s just the start.
I’m more costly than diamonds, more costly than gold – the sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
And if you need me, remember I’m easily found.
I live all around you, in schools and in town.
I live with the rich, I live with the poor, I live down the street, and maybe next door.
My power is awesome – try me you’ll see.
But if you do, you may never break free.
Just try me once and I might let you go, but try me twice, and I’ll own your soul.
When I possess you, you’ll steal and you’ll lie.
You’ll do what you have too just to get high.
The crimes you’ll commit, for my narcotic charms, will be worth the pleasure you’ll feel in your arms.
You’ll lie to your mother; you’ll steal from your dad.
When you see their tears, you should feel sad.
But you’ll forget your morals and how you were raised.
I’ll be your conscience, I’ll teach you my ways.
I take kids from parents, and parents from kids, I turn people from God, and separate from friends.
I’ll take everything from you, your looks and your pride, I’ll be with you always, right by your side.
You’ll give up everything – your family, your home, your friends, your money, then you’ll be alone.
I’ll take and I’ll take, till you have nothing more to give.
When I’m finished with you you’ll be lucky to live.
If you try me be warned this is no game.
If given the chance, I’ll drive you insane.
I’ll ravish your body, I’ll control your mind.
I’ll own you completely; your soul will be mine.
The nightmares I’ll give you while lying in bed.
The voices you’ll hear from inside your head.
The sweats, the shakes, the visions you’ll see.
I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.
But then it’s too late, and you’ll know in your heart, that you are mine, and we shall not part.
You’ll regret that you tried me, they always do.
But you came to me, not I to you.
You knew this would happen.
Many times you were told, but you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
You could have said no, and just walked away.
If you could live that day over, now what would you say?
I’ll be your master; you will be my slave.
I’ll even go with you, when you go to your grave.
Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not?
It’s all up to you.
I can bring you more misery than words can tell.
Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.”
Signed
DRUGS ๐Ÿ˜ฅ

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“IT’S BIG!ย  A BIG DAY & A BIG GAME!

“IT’S BIG! A BIG DAY & A BIG GAME! L!!!”* a poem Sat. (the day before!) 02/02/19

Now THE SUPER BOWL’s a-comin’! Do I really care who’ll win?
For I-“hail” from-Texas – and The Cowboys Are NOT In,
And Houston? Well, they dropped the ball,
Which happens a-lot – to them all!
New England? The-Rams? I’m undecided!
Though-I’ve-got-some-Texas friends, who-have collided,
Over who should WIN! Really-win-it-now;
Although-some-friends- prefer to-“take-a-bow,”
And say: “Well! (pause) There-ain’t! no Texas teams,
So, I don’t care! There-will-be no screams,
From me – that Sunday afternoon!
I might go fishin’ – or-watch-a-cartoon!”
But-FOR-MOST-OF-THE-FOLKS, IT’S-A REALLY BIG DEAL!!
With: Friends-comin’-over! and munchies! and bets on “the wheel!”
The odds are even, so let’s PLAY BALL!
There are MANY-folks “hyped-up” and they’re “making The Call,”
For their favorite team! THE RAMS? or – THE “PATS?”

And-does-it-REALLY-matter -any-more-than: “The-‘Publicans-&-The-Crats?”
For, whichever wins – and which one loses,
The bar-and-store-and-stadium-owners-will-be-happy -with-lots-o’-boozes,
That’ll be served up! and ENTERTAINMENT RULES!
And The Economy lasts another day, and the I.R.S. – simply-drools!
So, TRUMP can get “super money” – for his blessed fence,
And!! for dinner “out,” with Mr. and Mrs. Pence! ๐Ÿ™‚ – Whoa! Whoopee!


fin โค

    • Super Bowl 53! Yippee!

Letter to my husband ๐Ÿ’‹

How I Love thee
With all my heart and soul

๐Ÿ‘„
HOW?

Subject:ย FW: Urgent – bad phone calls

“SATURDAY CAMPAIGN PHONE CALL!” a poem in the series: “Mr. & Mrs. Cuddly Poo!” a.k.a.: “Finding Your One & Only With Tears & Persistence!” 2 Feb 2019 [Sat!]

Really Sir, Mrs Cudly Poo! ๐Ÿ˜…


“Hi, Mr. Cuddly! I’m-calling-from-The Republican Convention!”
“But! It’s SATURDAY! and, respectfully, I have NO intention,
Of spending time talking with you about political issues!”
“But, SIR! This is important!” “Well, I’ll send you some tissues,
So you can cry about it – because it’s an important day!”*
“Saturday? but what do you do?” “Well, let’s-see! I may –
Go for a ride – or just ‘kick around,’
With my sweet O. A. O.,** who-I’m-lucky-to-have-found!”
“YOU’VE FOUND Y O U R LOVER? Your ONE, true one?”
“Yeah!” “Wow, I-wish-I-could-find-mine, so-life could be fun!”
“Well, keep on calling – ‘SHE’ may answer some how!”
“I’m going to cry! Tears (are) coming right now!”
“Do BUCK UP, me Bucko – just give (me) your address,
And I’ll send “cuddly tissues!” For life may seem a mess,
But, sometimes even Republicans find their one true love,
And it might be a Democrat!!! or a cuddly “dove!”*** ๐Ÿ™‚ – Oh! Yeah!๐Ÿค“

Hell yeh, Mr Cuddly Poo ๐Ÿ’™
Whoa ๐Ÿค“
Clip(n)t is really hot now ๐Ÿ’‹

* – [You know it; do you believe it:] THE FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!

**- a term they taught us at The West Point Military Academy: O. ne A. nd O. only ๐Ÿค“ ( probably 180 of them ” one year”) ๐Ÿ˜…

*** – at least “a bleeding heart liberal” has a heart!

Donald is infatuated
Now that Mrs Cuddly Poo
Is joining him for a
Private Talks
O.A.O
๐Ÿ’‹

“GHOST DANCE!”ย 

“GHOST DANCE!” a poem a.k.a.: “Frost Upon My Heart!” Feb. 2, 2019 (Saturday): dedicated to all those people THAT SAY they love you, but ONLY IF you conform to their standards AND – you are aware that they are doing YOU a favor – by being with you!
Part of the Ghost Dance War and the Sioux Wars
Mass grave for the dead Lakota after the massacre
Date December 29, 1890
Location Wounded Knee Creek, South Dakota
Result (See the Fight and ensuing massacresection)

Belligerents
United States Miniconjou LakotaHunkpapa Lakota
Commanders and leaders
James W. Forsyth Spotted Elk โ€ 
Strength
490 effectives:7th U.S. Cavalry:438 troopers[1]22 artillerymen with four 1.65โ€“inch guns30 Oglala Indian scouts 120 men[2]
Casualties and losses
25 killed,39 wounded (6 fatally) 150-300 killed:90 men killed 200 women and children killed[3][4]51 wounded (7 fatally)Native American losses include civilian casualties
The largest domestic massacre in U.S history.
showยท vยท tยท eGhost Dance War
The Wounded Knee Massacre (also called the Battle of Wounded Knee) occurred on December 29, 1890,[5]near Wounded Knee Creek (Lakota: ฤŒhaล‹kpรฉ ร“pi Wakpรกla) on the Lakota Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in the U.S. state of South Dakota.
The previous day, a detachment of the U.S. 7th Cavalry Regiment commanded by Major Samuel M. Whitsideintercepted Spotted Elk’s band of Miniconjou Lakota and 38 Hunkpapa Lakota near Porcupine Butte and escorted them 5 miles (8.0 km) westward to Wounded Knee Creek, where they made camp. The remainder of the 7th Cavalry Regiment, led by Colonel James W. Forsyth, arrived and surrounded the encampment. The regiment was supported by a battery of four Hotchkiss mountain guns.[6]
On the morning of December 29, the U.S. Cavalry troops went into the camp to disarm the Lakota. One version of events claims that during the process of disarming the Lakota, a deaf tribesman named Black Coyote was reluctant to give up his rifle, claiming he had paid a lot for it.[7] Simultaneously, an old man was performing a ritual called the Ghost Dance. Black Coyote’s rifle went off at that point, and the U.S. army began shooting at the Native Americans. The disarmed Lakota warriors did their best to fight back.[8]
By the time the massacre was over, between 250 and 300 men, women, and children of the Lakota had been killed and 51 were wounded (4 men and 47 women and children, some of whom died later); some estimates placed the number of dead at 300.[3] Twenty-five soldiers also died, and 39 were wounded (6 of the wounded later died).[9] At least twenty soldiers were awarded the Medal of Honor.[10] In 2001, the National Congress of American Indianspassed two resolutions condemning the military awards and called on the U.S. government to rescind them.[11]
The Wounded Knee Battlefield, site of the massacre, has been designated a National Historic Landmark by the U.S. Department of the Interior.[5] In 1990, both houses of the U.S. Congress passed a resolution on the historical centennial formally expressing “deep regret” for the massacre.[12]

“You’re a silly, crazy Injun lad!” OH, WELL – I GUESS I AM TODAY!
“Why should anyone tolerate, such as him?” they say.
“A two-time loser (but not ‘a boozer’) and-certainly-a-‘ne’er-do-well!'”
And-in -all-this, a squaw approached – so-that she could tell,
Him, once again, why-she-was-best- suited-to-hang-around:
“Who else? Really!? would tolerate – your guttural, chanting sound?
Who else – would put up – with-you? (pause) I-MEAN! the-way-you-are!?
That’s why that – you belong with me, al-though-you’re-(way)-‘over par!’
Count yourself right lucky! that I-am able to see,
Some-good – that- MIGHT exist, I’m fairly sure – in Thee!
Yes-you’re mighty fortunate, for-you are “poor* and manic,”
But do not fear, Oh Silly Brave – do not fall into a-panic,
For I think – you are fit to be –
A TOLERABLE partner for what I see,
To be MY NEEDS! I-think-you’ll-fit-the-bill,
Just STOP your silly dancing! just-BE MINE – and CHILL!”๐Ÿค“

Some-say-he’s-TOO-dependent – on “the tribal fad!”
And-his manner and nuance – often- make some-others sad!**
“BEHAVE-Injun-Brave!-and-Be-civilized! (pause) or you might lose ME;
You-can’t-afford-that! So, bow down low! down, on-a “Wounded Knee!” ๐Ÿ™‚ – Whoa!๐Ÿ˜€

fin โค

* – or puer (aeternus[i]), indicative of a flitting, creative, bird-like person, who does not fit into societal “norms” and needs lots of rehabilitation, preferably under the supervision of a “competent” therapist, dispensing moderate doses of sedatives and/or anti-depression medication, laced with drugs to counteract the effects of the aforesaid “pharmaceuticals!”๐Ÿค”

** – and/or jealous! ๐Ÿ™‚ – Whoa!๐Ÿ˜…

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