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WHEN HOPE TURNED TO DOPE

My memories of yesterday are hazy at best
Perhaps they’ve faded away at retribution’s request
Yet somehow I remember popcorn and pop-guns as a child
And then came seventeen when I discovered poppy plants grow wild

My adolescent days are difficult to recall
I hardly remember too many of them at all
But with great difficulty I found a way to cope
For then came seventeen when I discovered dope

I remember she and me holed up in a seedy hotel
It wasn’t but should have been dubbed “Hotel Hell’
Because that’s where the shadows of its hallways had finally led
While I was shooting up on the floor and she upon the bed

In the land of the rising sun is from where the powder came
And there was no one except she and I to blame
Somehow slanted eyes knew precisely what to do
And how to make heroin from the poppies they all grew

We’d checked into that hotel with empty luggage in tow
We left them behind so the clerk never knew when we’d go
We ran up a charge for room service to order up some food
But the dope we had injected mitigated hunger’s mood

Seventeen is now coming upon seventy too fast
And ever fades the remembrances of a very shady past
They are mostly visions my mind commands me not to save
However before I turned twenty I was visiting six very good friend’s grave
© 2011.…..free cee!

JACK WITH A BEER BACK

I decided to take me a on a little road trip
Just me and Jack Daniels so I took me a sip
Mr. Daniels with a chaser I didn’t need
And neither Jack nor I knew where the road would lead

At mile marker number 15 I drank me some more
Jack told me I needed some food so we stopped at a store
Bought me some bologna, cheese and a six pack of beer
Revved up my ride and threw her in gear

Mr. Daniels demanded I go a lot faster
And pretty soon that bottle became my master
A nip of Jack and a sip of beer is all I required
Some people might have but I never grew tired

The road stretched before us as if it were our guide
Exactly where we were headed we didn’t decide
Mr. Daniels sat next to me insisting where I steer
While in the back seat sat a silent six pack of beer

Jack and the beer were having some convoluted conversation
But I told them both to shut up or I’d lose my concentration
I held tightly to the wheel as we sped down the road
With me unawares that soon I’d be carrying a heavy load

My vehicle vied with a violation of the law
We wanted to go to a barr but ended up at that store
Days later when I finally got home I cursed Mr. Daniels for what he had willed
And then the Judge gave me twenty-five to forty-five for the three young people I killed
© 2011.….Phreepoetree

DID YOU SNOW THAT BEFORE
That’s how it goes
The rain bounces off the concrete
And then some days it snows
When it’s difficult to lift one’s feet

Now imagine you have to get somewhere
A place where peace is found and personified
It doesn’t matter how far a trip you must bear
While thirteen inches of snow is by which your trip is defied

Now I’m talking about a place of perfect peace residing there
But hanging in a closet six miles away is your armor for protection
A place where few people would go from force or out of fear
But then you envision a shooting gallery where relaxation is found with every calming injection

Whilst outside a tenement window a teenager views the snow
And he never need wonder why he ends up there within
He hears the soothing sigh of every shot and the sound of the wind to blow
While the teen knows that going to a damnable domain is a sacrilegious sin

Now that once young teenage boy has swiftly turned too old
Yet and still he treks anywhere a junkie goes
‘It doesn’t matter if it’s 99 degrees or a freezing and frigid cold
Let’s look at it this way, at least there ain’t no grass to mow
And Lord knows this is one junkie ain’t going to be hampered by two feet of snow
© 2010 FREE4AWLPOET that would be me ~free cee!~

J.D.S.

I am a reckless recluse
But I have an excuse
Society is un-sanctimonious
When I only want to hear the harmonious

I am hiding away
Awaiting a day
When people pledge peace
And nationalism will finally cease

I won’t let people find me
Not even if they’re behind me
Because I’d rather live alone
Than to live in a world I bemoan

Don’t look or search for me anywhere
Please beg do I not ever to dare
From your society I care to be exempt
Because I am a recluses content with contempt
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

BACKBIRD BYE BYE

The morning dew was blue that morn
Purple was the lawn
The clouds threatened an angry sky
As the sun watched the moon finally die

The birds flew backwards instead of ahead
While the waves of the sea were made of lead
A tree arose and began to walk away
When dreams of darkness turned night into day

The majesty of music lost its muse
And each note had a black and blue bruise
No symphonies played nor choirs sung
No lyrics of love to float off my tongue

I beheld the amber shadows no longer so glamorous
But the buttercups remained ever amorous
‘twas a morn born and birthed of sorrow
And all a man like me can do is pray there arrives no tomorrow
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

THIS IS A TYPE OF POETRY I CAME UP WITH
AND METHINKS IT’S A VIABLE FORM
THIS IS “PHREE’S HYBRID POETRY”
(I sincerely hope you see why)

IT WOULD BE SMARTER TO BARTER

The barter system is a fallacy entangled in a lie
And I’ll tell you all exactly why
There ain’t no way to live in this world and not spend a penny
At least I don’t know of any

Hey Mister, listen, I’ll clean the windows in your store
And you give me some food and drink in return
So the dude looks as if I’ve gone completely crazy
He implies that it takes green but I infer he could give it to me for free
If only he’d listen to the likes of me
Hey lady, listen, you look all hot and sweaty anyone can see
So let me mow your grass instead of you
And then you let me sleep in a spare bedroom tonight
First of all she’s too leery
and secondly she doesn’t want me anywhere near her house
Hey old man, you look laden and ready to pass out
So why don’t I carry those groceries for you
And you can give me a bottle or two of rum
You don’t think the old bastard drinks liquor, do you?
And even if he had there ain’t no way he was letting me cross his threshold
Hey Mr. Butcher, you look like you’ve had a hard day so why don’t I sweep up for you
I’ll sweep, I’ll dust, I’ll spit shine the floor if I must
And you can feed me anything I need not cook
For I own no bedroom, no roof, and certainly not a stove
He gives me some bologna about having no bologna
And that’s the only meat, if he had any, the butcher would spare
Because like everyone I’ve mentioned, he simply doesn’t care

You can call me crazy, insane and a jerk
But I know the barter system could never work
So if you think by bartering our troubles will ever be solved
Ain’t nobody doing nothing for nobody unless there’s currency involved
© 2011.…Phreepoetree

SO HERE’S YOUR BOUQUET, OKAY?

I handed her a bouquet of hurtful words
Hand picked by fingers that held her wretchedly by the throat
That bouquet was formed by selfishness alone’
And then she placed that bouquet in a vase of the unknown
For she was too young to understand that an older man does underhanded deeds unforeseen
And has the wherewithal to become horrid and so wickedly mean
While I was being welcomed into places she had never been
Until that bouquet began to wither
And the weather dried her garden of the unthinkable
To be left with useless seeds and her hunger for needs I could never meet
Yet and still those impotent seeds could never allow my love to grow
Nor flourish midst the heat nor the frost
For this young girl ‘s first love had come at a quite cost
And in the death of the winter was the lady lost
I was her teacher, her mentor and her guru atop a mountain of mud
For the tenderness of my touch once warmed her blood
While strength led to fortitude and fortitude to farewell
And the garden from which I ;picked the bouquet came upon a deadly dry spell
Which pierced her soul leaving behind but a a weak and weeping shell
I felt no remorse nor regret for her first lover could not have been worse
So I escaped to a more suitable neighborhood
A man who left with vows retracted
For a man, in retrospect who I know never did the little lady any type of good
That bouquet of hurtful words led to my adieu
Since that is what a junkie is made to do
© 2011 ~free cee!~

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THE THIRD WORLD WEEPS FIRST FOR THIRST
The other day I was perplexed so I pondered and reckoned
It occurred to me that the Third World always comes second
The other night I came to the conclusion that what’s really the worst
Is that the Industrial Nations always come first

Hey, it’s more important for Mr. U.S.A. to get his T-Bone steak
Then to look at youthful skin and bones that cause my heart to break
I hear all the pleas for donations from various organizations
But why would anyone collect money for what they deem irrelevant nations?

We’ve got our own problems here to reflect and repair
So forget those hungry mothers whose breasts have no milk to share
Simply make sure Mr. U.S.A. is comfy with Tammy his assistant bent over a plush leather chair
WHILE Mrs. U.S.A. knows about Tammy and approves as long as she gets gems she deems rare

Well fair it ain’t and I can tell you why in ways by the score
Because no matter how our economic stimulus is all Americans want is more
More of what Mr. Moore has more OF then him and one lovely daughter
But does anyone realize that billions of people on this planet are drinking stagnant and parasitic water?***

So this may only be conjecture but I heard some gentleman saying something
Something about he bought his wife a flawless six carat diamond ring
Sh*t, sell that ring and feed……. House…… and clothes billions of people and let them praise the rich
Or instead purchase a new Ferrari, Lamborghini or Excalibur for your dyed platinum blonde bit*h
©2011.…..Phreepoetree
If you have the time and the inclination to do so….Google “Water Charity,” and see how profoundly easily you can change one person’s life for a very long time…..Peace out…..Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

I, I CAN TURN A SKY BLUE BUT NOT FOR YOU

There’s this woman who goes by the name of Mrs. Satan Incarnate
And I hesitate to use the word “hate”
Because my mama always told me to say “I don’t like something or someone”
And If you met her in person you’d swear she was a nun

But under her Habit is a nickel plated 45 caliber gun
Well I don’t need a gun, knife or spear
To beat you at your own game my dear
and these are words you need to hear

She always thinks she can outdraw me with her speed
But she knows not I enjoy making people bleed
Metaphorically speaking of course because that would be a horrific deed
still and all I don’t dig her the way I abhor gregarious people and greed

She thinks I’m a criminal who she can’t trust both day or night
And about that only she’s god-damned right
I don’t play no games and especially with women like her
Because a headache and nausea are all that which will occur

Hey baby, I ain’t no chump I’m a champ
And on your mouth I’d like to place a clamp
You write things about me with which I agree
But I’m advising you against discovering what my anger can degree

I can stare at The Holy Bible and make it burst into flames
And I think you must know how I take advantage of dames
So keep riling up my anger and you will see
Precisely how petulant and impatient I can be

So here is some advice you best heed
You are and have nothing I need
So don’t mess with me Mrs. Satan Incarnate
Because you will fleetingly discover the havoc I can create
© 2011.…,~free cee! Phreepoetree

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