Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Cigarettes, Whiskey and The Blues




picture source: https://za.pinterest.com/pin/375909900126257394/


Forever summer
a life strewn with light
time could not touch me
all was gold and right
until illusion
collided with the truth
I lost it all then
the innocence of youth
now I’m crying
without you
I don’t know myself
this world so strange so new
I am dying
I’m nothing
without you
who took it all
every dream I wrote
entwined in every thought
I am sinking and still I hope……
Your callous deeds
betrayal
changed me
still I can’t hate
I am praying
time
changes you.





13 comments:

  1. The loss of our innocence always has far reaching effects. Such an enjoyable poem and very striking. Greetings to you!

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    1. Loss of innocence is always connected to growing pains, friend B ... Love, cat.

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  2. I know little of poetry and prose but I know what I feel when I read this. As I deny and fight the lump that makes it hard to breathe I stuff down something I will pretend is not there.

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  3. So sad. Praying is all you can do at that point.

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  4. Oh, is there no darkness, no pain, no smoke like a broken heart

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  5. This pulls at my heartstrings, I know this feeling well.

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  6. Very creative photo and loss hurts ~ loving writing ~ ^_^

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  7. There was a time when I did hate. I believe I'm mostly over that. It's a lot easier on me. I don't guess it bothered them any either way.

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  8. Me heavily involved in cigarettes and blues, friend Shadow ... but not much regarding whiskey ... as does not agree with me ... last time I tried was in a Seattle hotel ... or maybe it was rum ... me don't remember ... but I do remember the police knocking at my hotel room door cuz I apparently I was singing a bit too loud or something ... ya ... Love, cat.

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  9. hello shadow its dennis the vizsla dog hay hmm i do not think we hav enny cigarettes heer but we do hav whiskey!!! not that i ever git to hav enny on akkownt of krool krool dada will not shayr!!! i am not shoor if we hav the blooz tho we definitly hav red that is me and blak and wite those ar the hipster kitties!!! ok bye

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  10. Well, now, there's always hope! But then, there's reality! Which will collide with hope, yes?

    Promising words yet futile too. I like this!!

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