Poison (Heroin)
Lost a float, like that of a shipwrecked cast away, assigned to his boat,
Multitude of needle marks, no not from medication, hid beneath his coat.
Up in the morning before day break light,
This habit I’ve acquired is too hard to fight.
The poke of a needle, I know isn't right,
Getting hard to distinguish days from nights.
I’ve search for bliss, though hit  and miss, what a hell of a plight,
The feeling of euphoria unlike dysphoria, with needs of expedite.
When will it be over, is nowhere in near sight,
This need of self separation, lifted high as a kite.
Arm running red, sometimes wishing I was dead, a feeling I can’t describe,
Familiar scenario, you know can’t even cope, wondering why I am still alive.
Kicking this I’ve tried and with all my beckoning might,
Once again you call, as to that of a vampires alluring bite.
When I never knew of you, my future felt so bright,
Now I sit in response, wanting you, teeth grit bite tight.
Can’t describe this feeling, just a product of self healing giving in to sheer delight,
Now rushing through my veins, slowing down causing strains, airbus lost at flight.
Not wanting to, but you call to me and done solely out of true spite,
I put you down, when love ones around, which doesn’t make me right.
Can’t find an answer to my prayer, pray to God he doesn’t care, death sits quiet and polite,
Another hit you say, can’t hurt just might help, one of the pert’s, yet dangerous as a stalactite.
Caught up in a cold sweat, body twitching and uptight,
Soldier of dedication, desperately seeks that next stripe.
This game, I play without fun, one with no need of invite,
Life expectant unknown, full of guilt and sin filled contrite.
Now I’ve taken that plunge, heart aching and on the run, built anxiety as that stalagmite,
Now the eyes beg for more, as I fell from chair to the floor, body drained of red, left white.
Have to give to it praise, to just live one more cruel day,
Just another day, in the life and times, of a junky at play.
                                  Jim
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A sad and deadly road for anyone to have to travel for peace of mind........
Hi Jimmy,
I do agree with your above comment, it is a deadly road. Your  poem is very creative and most importantly the theme behind it is what I find interesting. I would like to ask what inspired this piece  if you don't mind.
curiously,
Sonia.
Hello Sonia,
Really glad you inquired. While spending some time in California after exiting the military spent some time down there as a Social Worker for a while and it was strange to see how prevalent this drug was to all that craved its existence and how hard it was to Wien its victims from it. I would visit some families with kids and the parents would rather support their habits than to feed their kids. I would pay weekly some times daily visits to their residence to ensure they were fulfilling their obligations as parents and would walk in and actually see them so strung out on this junk, they wouldn’t have a lick of food in their homes but boy you would find paraphernalia and reminance of their introduction of this stuff all over their homes...So in a lot of cases to ensure their kids lively hood came first and foremost, I became payee for many of them, their check was cashed by me and I would not only ensure there were food in the house but also made sure their rent was paid on time as well and the remaining proceeds was given to them with the knowledge of them knowing that what they were doing was introducing child abuse mentally as well as physically and if they wanted to continue receiving funds from the government, they had to seek help with their addictions......Many times I would enter their homes and find them sitting as stated in the poem their chairs in heroin induced comas practically falling to the floor from being so out of it and for some reason I was thinking about the past today and this was one of the situations that crept out from the corner of my mind and on to this paper....
Take Care,
Jimmy  Â
Dear Jim
May God give you the strength and power in every respect to fight against the drugs., proceed, the world be with you.
Thanks Sayed,
It really bothers you when you wake up to a knock at your door and you open it too find a 5 or 6 year old child asking you for something to eat because their mom and dad is home getting (high) off of drugs and they the child had nothing to eat that morning and quite frankly nothing the night before. These are situations whereby the money is there for the supporting, it's just that the backward thinking parents aren't parents and rather support their habit instead of their young ones, unlike the sad situations of parents and kids in deprivated countries, who have no means of support at all and unfortunately have to retire for the night without one single meal. Kind Regards To you and all others who think on the same line of humanitarial gestures of good will to all those in need,(Shirley, Cosmo Funnel,Shah,Sunshine,Sonia,Ronald Sekitoleleko), and many others not mentioned, yet not discluded
Jim
Hello Jim,
Here's my take, don't take it too serious (Sirius).
The Earth was, is, and always will be magnet for impure souls and inexperienced spirits, lots of them.
As You wrote:
So, it looks like:
1 (one) and 0 (zero)
1 (one) is Death - no lies, just pure, strict, verifiable, relaxing (almost holiday like) - everybody tries to run away from it but at the "end" everybody enjoy the ride to the rest (in peace or heaven).
0 (zero) is God - on Earth there are more lies about God than any-other-entity, hence .God is 0 (zero) - the eternal circle, full of lies.
That's why every human being with impure soul and inexperienced spirit pray (fool themselves), when the time come and they die, to go to Heaven - assuming they are presently Gods creations left for a training/living exercise in Hell a.k.a. on Earth.
There are unnumbered moonstruck beings (lunatics) who believe there is Heaven on Earth.
Ouch, mankind is 1 (one) big mess., a.k.a. God.
Yours,
Sirius Black
Words aren't enough to describe it all,but you did a really good job,hope it finds more audience.
Thank you sir and with individuals such as yourself,it just may take wings that of a carrying pigeon and fly..
Jim Â
Hi (My friend),
Engulfed you are in a journey
paved with wishes, dreams, hope, prayers and desires for a better
tomorrow and you being you Shah, will reach your pentacle on the wings of the
purest of doves .And as for myself and Tina, you have given us (this day), a
promise to a wish made long ago, that you would stay in touch and reach your
destination safely and on time. A portion of your promise has been kept, so to
solidify in whole, we continue to hope and pray that the remainder of your
travel be meek and with a heart filled with contentment and serenity full
blossom at hand. You are well missed by all that knew, know and will soon get
the opportunity to venture within the world of Shah, once you have reached your
destination of “Canada.” Thanks for a word well kept and we continue to travel
with you in mind and spirit…..  One single word from you, is like waking to a brand new day, without stress and shortcomings of a brighter and (look forward to), tomorrows to come....
We miss you immensely,
Jim/Tina
P.S.
(Madam) Shirley Pourbaba, continue to hold down the fort as always….
I stand and applaud you... great poem!
Word........... Appreciate that Morris...You know how i feel about yours...infact i just retreated from your territory about a minute before i paid  a visit to mine....
Later,
JimmyÂ
you told a great story and this a poem that should be read world wide. there are a million of these people you wrote about. Heroin kills daily, ive personally lost a couple of friends. so again I applaud you!
Hey Thanks again home boy...
Jim