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I wrote my lover a letter saying I wish you were here
I’m as lonely as a dove whose mate just died
In that letter I made my need for her amply clear
And I would let her know when all my tears finally have dried

Being alone like this banishes me to the limit of poisonous pain
Caught in a trap with no one to speak with or to
I’m consumed by damnation, disaster and disdain
While it’s really not easy to do that which I must do

Wishing she were here with me is absolutely futile
As I fuss and fight with Satan from far below
And not seeing her standing before me is brutal
It brutalizes and bruises me from head to toe

I wrote my lover a letter saying “my dear, I miss you so”
And if God knows what I should do please, I pray tell
If she ever get to read those words I will never know
Because there is no “Receipt return requested in hell”
© 2010.…….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

A STREET IN A BURG CALLED THE BLUES baby

DAMN, BACK ON THE STREET AGAIN!
THE DIME BAG COPPING
EGO DROPPING
DAMPENED DOPE STREET DREAMS AGAIN………….
a street in a burg called the blues BA BY
Where wicked wretched women are on the stroll~
Bopping to rock and roll
As I light upon the utterly wanton wishes of woeful whores
Where even the sages are bores
AND DESTITUTION OOZES FROM THE PORES OF US JUNKIES, JOHNS AND F****D UP FEW
AND FEW KNEW WHAT WE ALL KNEW
BECAUSE IN THE END WHAT ARE WE ALL REALLY TRYING TO DO?
We’re JUST PAYING OUR DUEs, baby
JUST PAYING OUR DUE
© 2011.…PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

Imagining I'm with you,
with my arms around you tight.
Imagining that you're still here
after that dark and stormy night.

Imagining that we're walking
together side by side.
But now I walk these streets alone
my tears I try to hide.

Imagining we're laughing,
your hand tightly in mine.
Imagining that through the rain
the sun begins to shine.

Imagining that you hold me,
you shield me from the cold.
But I guess I'll keep imagining
until I am withered and old.

a 17 year old white kid shouldn't be in such a place
and shouldn't be in such a lady's embrace
yet there strolled I in the darkness of desperation
and all too soon mine became a hazardous occupation

my eyes saw the midnight moon but it mattered not
i went there whether the weather was frigid or hot
walking amongst people so different from me
yet that lady would allow none of us to live free

my eyes widened when I saw what lay straight ahead
a lady that could leave me comatose or dead
yet a 17 year old white boy sat on the street
craving in the cold and searching in the scortching heat

a 17 year old white boy shouldn't be there
and back then that lady filled people with fear
but i needed immediate relief only she could provide
as I continued to let the lady become my only guide

all those years ago among friends I was the only one
and day by day heroin had me on the run
seeking on corners and looking in bars
while a white boy in Harlem may as well have been on Mars

I was a stranger meeting strangers by the score
and that's what I'd done a hundred times or more
because no matter what was happening the lady displayed her charm
and she grew more grievous with every shot in my arm
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P.S. did you people know that the only adjective in the English language that cannot be modified by an adverb is the word "unique"....like she's either unique or she ain't unique, if one chooses to adhere to the rules my creative writing professor in my second and last year of college told me, "free, if you want to adhere to the rules you won't say VERY unique" So I don't. and I find that unique....as in a unique eunich

SHE SAT ON HER BED, HE IN THE DEN
SHE WITH A BOOK, HE WITH A PEN
SHE WAS READING ABOUT LETHAL DRUGS AND THEIR USE
WHILE HE SAT WRITING A SINCERE YET FAR-FETCHED EXCUSE

SHE CAME DOWN AND SET THE TABLE
WHILE HE DID WHATEVER HE WAS ABLE
BOTH HAD SOMETHING TO SAY THAT WAS REAL
BUT FIRST THEY WOULD EACH SHARE A MEAL

A YOUNG ROASTED LAMB, PEAS AND CARROTS
AND THEN BOTH BEGAN TO SPEAK OF THEIR HABITS
HER'S WERE BENIGN BUT HIS WAS OF GREAT CONCERN
AND BOTH PARTNERS HAD A LOT TO LEARN

SHE HAD A PROBLEM WHICH HAPPENED TO BE HIM
AND HOW THEIR FUTURE SEEMED FAR TOO DIM
THEY USED SOME MONEY TO DRESS THE LADY WITH CHARM
SOME FOR RENT, FOOD AND THE REST TO SHOOT UP HIS ARM

UNFORTUNATELY THERE WOULD BE NO COMPROMISE
FOR SHE WAS INTELLIGENT, HE NOT QUITE AS WISE
SHE DEMANDED AN END TO HIS DRUG ABUSE
AND STOP USING THAT WHICH SHE DEEMED REFUSE

FOR TRASH IT WAS TO A LADY SO SWEET
BUT HE SO ACRID AND INDISCREET
SO BOTH CLIMBED THE STAIRS AND INTO THEIR ROOM
SHE TO PACK HER BAGS AND HE TO RESUME HIS DOOM


DIVERGENT NEEDS WOULD KEEP THEM APART
SHE SO SOFT AND HE WITH HIS HARDENED HEART
SHE PACKED HER BAGS AS HE USED THE BATHROOM BUT NOT AS A JOHN
THEN HE AROSE FROM THE TILE AND TURNED THE KNOB ONLY TO FIND HER GONE

IT HURTS TO RECOLLECT THIS SORDID STORY
AND UNFORTUNATELY IT WAS NO ALLEGORY
IF THE TRUTH BE TOLD IT WAS AGONY
FOR SHE WAS LOVELY SHE AND I WAS A DESPERATE ME
(C) 2011...~free cee!~
author's note....it is acceptable for James Taylor to rhyme Boston with frostin' because in song it sounds okay. However, when someone, no names mentioned, uses the word "oughter" and jams it into a poem to rhyme with "daughter" that person should take at least one year of Analytical Poetry (i took two) or abandon poetry for prose.....does anyone remember the word "order?" This is only my opinion and you can take it from whence it came. ~f.C.!~

I've got a white van cruiser
with windows very dark
I'm passing by the girls' school
they like to have a lark
try to give me candy
tempt me to the park
they know I'm close to 60
an easy kind of mark

DIET TRIBE

So two other junkies and me were standing on the corner of Main St. and Vine
Talking all kinds of bulls**t about this will be his and that will be mine
It was Steven, Michael and me threatening, cajoling and then making a demand
Steve looks in my direction and says “screw me once and I’ll lop off your hand, understand?

What neither of them knew was I didn’t invent being slick I just made it into an art form
Tonguing pills, hiding s**t, and waking up in the hospital ain’t the norm
“Yes nurse, and thank you for bringing me my pills”
Now get the hell out of my hospital room before your Florence Nightingale blood spills

Of course another O.D. was the reason I was there
And Doc said, with his best bestowed bedside manner, “perhaps I didn’t make myself quite clear”
“Listen, if you continue shooting dope the way you are now death could be imminent
Yeah Doc, well how about the fact that I’ve been daring death since I’m a f*****g infant

He continued with a diatribe I’ve heard from a tribe and lovers too
Of course you don’t think for a second any of them got through
My ears were closed as were the cerulean blue eyes through which I see
And as Steve did, I tell all my new acquaintances not to be f**king with me

So here we are back at the corner of Vine and Main
A corner, mind you, on which a few cohorts of mine have been slain
And then it was time for me to go meet Pedro inside
But the ending to this showdown was for disaster to decide

We’d all pooled our money together and came up with a hundred and five bucks
The connection was mine so I wasn’t worried about those two stupid f***s

I was going to get quite a bit for myself and the two fools downstairs wanted some more
But with due disrespect, those a**- h***s didn’t realize the tenement had an open back door
© 2011.….Phree ~free cee!~

One more poem I wish to write,
About the girl I lost tonight;
The time we had was very short,
But love itself was our support;
Her crimson lips, and gentle eyes,
Shall force a man to believe in lies;
She left me now and went away,
Although I begged for her to stay;
She says that we shall never be,
But all I say, let’s try and see;
But as before I start to realize,
There is no love, just gentle lies;
And as my eyes get filled with tears,
Which haven’t dried throughout the years;
I guess I’ll smile, and walk away,
Forever more think of this day.

Light it up like Rambo
what ever happened to Sambo
victim of the mambo
from the land of banjo

His father was Black Jumbo
his mother was Black Mumbo
tigers round a tree they come-bo
to a pool of ghee they did go

BORN BLIND TO THE UNICURSE

Please advise me when I can open my eyes
Until then closed shall they be
I’m blinded and deafened to any lies
As angry grows the sea

I refuse to see the sadness I’ve seen
I won’t look at the ugliness mankind can’t deny
So give me a Jack with a beer back and a bit of Grenadine
As angry grows the sky

Were I to open mine eyes as of now I know what I’d see
I’d see the same waste and an eight year old kid with a gun
So why would I want to see the greedy, the needy and junkies like me?
As angry grows the sun

‘tis wrong to see what we’ve done to the earth
And now living on this planet has become a caustic curse
Our society is a monument to the death of merriment and mirth
As angry grows the universe
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~