No one's ever sure

addiction is just another form of masturbation

 

 

And these are the times

     I love the best,

when I'm all alone, when my mind

is a wreck

when I can bend

to the powder

   that lies neatly on my desk

Oh these are the times I love the best, and who

are you to say

  that its the opposite, who are you

to say that

    I'm wild and restless

 

I'm a lost soul without

   any direction,

well who needs a compass

when 

however far you go

 you'll always come back around again,

how ever far you

go you'll wind up

    here and then

We'll just paint our faces,

lay our lilies in

the moonlight and fall to our knees 

  Let us Pray

Let us pray, for another day

For another starlit night

another chance to say

 

I didn't mean it anyway...

 

And these are the times

   I love the best

when I contradict myself

   and leave the rest

to your own inner

         concoctions,

 

what if I said

 

that our lives were

 only a disruption, like a volcano

it's destructive,

 yes

but not a malfunction,

  just a part

 of nature without

any direction, and one day, oh

one day

 it will die and it's rage

will dissipate

 

We all dissipate,

 it's just another form of escape

and when your raven hair

 is gray, I'll reflect

    your weakened state

 

So what's it matter anyway, just

 Let us Pray

Let us Pray

for another day, for another hour,

just this way

Cause these are the times

 I love the best

 

So, to Hell with all the rest

 

Reviews

[Clockwork]

I liked how you went with describing how the addict thought about things. I think you really got into the mindset and you brought out why someone would live that life. The impressive thing was that the reason went beyond just a need for a fix, or even just wanting to get away; it was more of a quarrel with the world that caused things.

I liked your use of the repetition for the phrase "These are the times" I think that added a certain depth to the mindset and time-frame of the speaker.

I also liked how you paired life with nature instead of separating it.

Repeating the lines about the prayer was also a nice touch. When I first read the lines, I applauded the tone and how you took a shot at the action of praying. When you brought the lines up a second time, I think it helped to show a change that took place with the speaker of the piece.

[al25]

Realy like the ending. Anyway I thought this was really well written. Great job.

[Elwina]

I liked this. Who says stability is the way to go ? I am much better when I accept the instability of the world around, and mine along.
I loved some of your sentences very much, like "We'll just paint our faces, lay our lilies in the moonlight and fall to our knees", and many others actually. This poem is filled with great moments where it all seems to fit. I don't know how else to express it.

[Ruth]

A yearning for praying that all be ok, that all is not dull and holds sparkle....this is stunning work love, truly! I am in awe! xx

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree with your words. I like when the house is quiet and all is in bed. I like the quiet and peace of no sound but a tapping on a computer. I do my best writing in the middle of the night. I like the desire and feel of your words.
"So what's it matter anyway, just
Let us Pray
Let us Pray
for another day, for another hour, "
A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Liz]

Wow.
Goodness. This was amazing. I felt this overflow of emotions from this.
Really well done. Thank you for sharing

[Rikkevi Rue]

and masturbation is just another form of addiction...

but you capture it faithfully...the groove that never really arrives but is always traveling to its destination...

and only those who have made the journey know that there is a route...

[Robin]

Des, you always write in full techno-reality , you offer a POV that few know or will know . a haunting backroom glimpse into that dark world of addiction .

[shoaib]

completely moved by this
wow
you are really really talented
never stop writing and sharing your words with the world