FEATURED POEMS
11.29.23
Children of the Pipe
When a parent first smokes rock,
it is a choice that was made.
It is an option that addiction
quickly snatches away.
This choice affects their love,
how they are able
to give or receive.
It influences each and every piece
of their baby’s basic needs,
weighing down heavily
on their child’s hopes and dreams,
IF...
If they ever even develop any.
Parental addiction has soul changing effects.
This child becomes fearful of what’s coming next.
It plagues the growth of reasoning,
how to define the worst from the best.
It promotes it as normal,
the constant struggle for less.
Sometimes these children
build unhealthy walls,
needed to protect their heart
from rock's far reaching claws,
and the rock, it is insatiable.
It wants everything.
Competing with the rock
for love and attention,
these children adapt
to losing not winning.
In a constant state of suspicion
of others' intentions,
these children see things
they dare never mention.
Rock pushes
the worst of the past
over the legacy of the future.
The myth of unconditional love
seems cruel and elusive.
Many times curious kids
follow those laid open tracks,
wondering what this drug has
that they obviously lack.
Sometimes they just hope
to bring that lost parent back
but mercy is never granted
by Satan's soldier crack.
Children of the pipe,
they do survive.
I’ve seen so for myself
with my very own eyes.
What I still and
have yet to surmise
is why should a child
have to pay such a price?
"Children of the Pipe" is an excerpt from Role Reversal: Turn Pain Into Power.
it is a choice that was made.
It is an option that addiction
quickly snatches away.
This choice affects their love,
how they are able
to give or receive.
It influences each and every piece
of their baby’s basic needs,
weighing down heavily
on their child’s hopes and dreams,
IF...
If they ever even develop any.
Parental addiction has soul changing effects.
This child becomes fearful of what’s coming next.
It plagues the growth of reasoning,
how to define the worst from the best.
It promotes it as normal,
the constant struggle for less.
Sometimes these children
build unhealthy walls,
needed to protect their heart
from rock's far reaching claws,
and the rock, it is insatiable.
It wants everything.
Competing with the rock
for love and attention,
these children adapt
to losing not winning.
In a constant state of suspicion
of others' intentions,
these children see things
they dare never mention.
Rock pushes
the worst of the past
over the legacy of the future.
The myth of unconditional love
seems cruel and elusive.
Many times curious kids
follow those laid open tracks,
wondering what this drug has
that they obviously lack.
Sometimes they just hope
to bring that lost parent back
but mercy is never granted
by Satan's soldier crack.
Children of the pipe,
they do survive.
I’ve seen so for myself
with my very own eyes.
What I still and
have yet to surmise
is why should a child
have to pay such a price?
"Children of the Pipe" is an excerpt from Role Reversal: Turn Pain Into Power.
The Deciding Factor
Away must go my vice.
On this day do I decide
no longer its causes and effects
am I able to easily hide.
I must pull out
some of these skeletons
from inside my crowded closet.
I need feature only myself
as my most capable runaway partner.
I ran from my demons,
they were most gruesome and dark.
I planned to run all my life
but finally I was caught.
Owning yourself isn't always easy.
It can be a gut wrenching task,
but the realities of my own anecdotes
placed my dreams under attack.
Don’t know how I am going to do it...
for today is only day one
but I know nothing will compare
to the feeling when I’m done.
Don’t know how it will happen
but I know it will occur.
It’s no longer up for debate.
I’ve given my soul my word.
I’m putting this thing aside
called my foolish pride,
learning when I flee from myself,
my destiny also hides.
I’ve fled in the bottle,
fleeing from my anger.
I’ve fled in the woota,
to make my heart a stranger.
I’ve fled in the plate
to over 300 pounds.
I’ve fled with a bitter tongue,
assaulting with nasty rounds.
It’s been on my mind
for quite some time
this sabotage of my own pursuits.
I wasn’t just enjoying these things,
they were downright and often abused.
I can’t catch hold of my blessings
if my soul is caught and bound.
Why surrender to the past
when my best is yet to be found?
So I've decided most absolutely
certain patterns must become obsolete.
Actions must speak louder than words
if my dreams and reality are to meet.
It may be only day one
but at least it's a beginning.
Gotta take that first step sometime
to reach my desired ending.
"The Deciding Factor" is an excerpt from Role Reversal: Turn Pain Into Power
On this day do I decide
no longer its causes and effects
am I able to easily hide.
I must pull out
some of these skeletons
from inside my crowded closet.
I need feature only myself
as my most capable runaway partner.
I ran from my demons,
they were most gruesome and dark.
I planned to run all my life
but finally I was caught.
Owning yourself isn't always easy.
It can be a gut wrenching task,
but the realities of my own anecdotes
placed my dreams under attack.
Don’t know how I am going to do it...
for today is only day one
but I know nothing will compare
to the feeling when I’m done.
Don’t know how it will happen
but I know it will occur.
It’s no longer up for debate.
I’ve given my soul my word.
I’m putting this thing aside
called my foolish pride,
learning when I flee from myself,
my destiny also hides.
I’ve fled in the bottle,
fleeing from my anger.
I’ve fled in the woota,
to make my heart a stranger.
I’ve fled in the plate
to over 300 pounds.
I’ve fled with a bitter tongue,
assaulting with nasty rounds.
It’s been on my mind
for quite some time
this sabotage of my own pursuits.
I wasn’t just enjoying these things,
they were downright and often abused.
I can’t catch hold of my blessings
if my soul is caught and bound.
Why surrender to the past
when my best is yet to be found?
So I've decided most absolutely
certain patterns must become obsolete.
Actions must speak louder than words
if my dreams and reality are to meet.
It may be only day one
but at least it's a beginning.
Gotta take that first step sometime
to reach my desired ending.
"The Deciding Factor" is an excerpt from Role Reversal: Turn Pain Into Power
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