Addicts Anonymous

Hello,

It doesn't matter what my name is
I'm just here to admit
That I'm a junkie, a head,
Just a plain old addict

You may wonder how
I got into this mess
After all I've been through
I guess it's time to confess

My desire we'll call Pusher
Made a deal with me
Said "I'll take you to heaven
And I'll do it for free"

At first I resisted
For integrity I seek
But lust showed it's secrets
And I became weak

Pusher cinched up my arm
Told me to tap the main vein
Needle pierced my moral skin
Drug hit my blood like a train

That's how she affected me
And how she got her name
Doesn't matter what they call her
She's Ecstasy, Smoke, Cocaine

She took me to the sky
Showed me every delight
Nothing was out of bounds
Felt so good and so right

Too soon it was over
But she promised me more
I mortgaged all I had
To make one more score

Every chance I got
I took her main line
Snorted, tooted, freebased
Injected till I went blind

I rarely made it home
Was in trouble on the job
Lost perspective on everything
Now an emotional slob

At first just "a thing"
Wanted to see what it was like
So good I became hooked
Now she's ruined my life

Sometime she can't see me
Has a husband at home
Trying to serve God
Needs to leave me alone

But she keeps coming back
Keeps me on a short chain
Every time I try to break
Pusher yanks me back again

It takes more to get less now
I'm on the verge of losing all
Don't know which pain is worse
When she does or doesn't call

So I'm trapped in this loop
Of paranoia and lust
Gotta get back to real life
Just can't seem to adjust

An emotional hostage
To the Pusher I know
I've tried to get away
Just don't know how to let go

So here I stand
Trapped like a caged rabbit
Admitting to the group
That I'm just a "her" addict


James 1:14-15

©SojournerG 2008 All rights reserved

My Ode to Michael!

Each time the wind blows
I Just Can’t Stop Loving You
That song is sooooo smooth

:)

Just a little something. Hope you guys are having a wonderful week.

The First Kiss

The Duet played on a nearby radio
As Lauryn Hill made it known that
Every chorus was written for us
And young men shouted in the distance
The ever-present smell of ganja
Wafted over the walls
Indiscreetly from neighboring yards
Ebbing and flowing
Carried on the shifting tropical breeze
Another shift
It was the pungent aroma of jerk spices
Joining the aromatic bouquet
But I was unmindful of all that
It was the sight of your lips
That intoxicated me
The look in your eyes
That still nourishes my obsession

I leaned forward
Put my lips to your ear
Part kiss
Part whisper
I pronounced your name
It is the name I gave you
A secret name that no one else may utter
Spoken in a language of our own
Forged in the furnace of our passion
You gasped then sighed
I smiled

Drawn by the scent of fresh strawberries
I grazed your lips with mine
Starting at the corner of your mouth
I traced their outline
Using the lingering tip of my tongue
Until we could hold no longer
Our mutual addiction was fixed forever
It all started with a kiss
A kiss of your strawberry lips

I hope you enjoyed this poem. I won’t be posting any love poems or erotic poems during the month of April. April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month (SAAM) and I use every opportunity to spread the word. I’ll be posting poetry and photos all month but the theme will be SAAM. Anyone who knows me knows that I am PASSIONATE about this issue. The impact it has on society is immeasurable and I’m determined to do my part to help educate as many people as possible. Please join me in spreading the word.





Peace and Love,

Alizé

Poem and Photo: Copyright © 2008 Xavier Pierre Jr. All rights reserved.

stairwells

stairwells

she walked up

she came back down

don’t know where her heart is going

where is she going?

she walked up

but climbing down

way down so low

her eyes were looking for a golden key

she couldn’t find it

until she ended up at the one of the stairwells

she saw a broad handsome complexion

just glancing at her

with a golden key in hand

a bright smile lit up

gracefully walking towards her

it was her prince, her debonair prince

with a golden key in his brown hand

he unlock and open her heart

and let the beautiful fairytales begin

cos she loves him

and yet, she thank God he loves her too………..

~

© Kai C. 2008