A Vice Of Lost Control

A Vice Of Lost Control

A Poem by John Patrick Robbins AKA Gonzo
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I dont belive we need to describe what see easily can be read.

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Dark highways as friends seldom cling to a single word.

I cast my worries to the wind as blank pages i no feel the need to fill.

The bottle hold's no comfort just a seldon understood peace.

Maybe I'll fade tommorow let's start with today.

 

So why must i stand a shadow in a empty light.

Reason has  no merrit in madness lets kill the thought tilted towards the celling's

soon to be fire.

 

I am the reminder of ruin dark in design.

A loner of others choosing dying inside to exist in flesh.

 

I cast the bottle towards the streets cluttred sidewalk slice through the bullshit I can no longer breath.

Bitter souls warm the vessel can damnation comfort a eternal sense of nothing?

I wonder do you view me a stranger once friend seen as clear as tide from shore.

I wonder will you question when you see me no more?

 

When thoughnts are burden memories are records of silent prison cast the needle

in  the vein's of groove.

Burning i see it well blind in the emptyness of it all.

© 2012 John Patrick Robbins AKA Gonzo


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This poem captures the essence of the culture I see around me, empty, surrounded by strangers and strangeness. This poem is brilliant.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Talent, raw and nonconforming, still.
A meaningful write, Gonzo!

Posted 12 Years Ago


A solid write. I enjoyed your sentimentalism and I can defiantly relate.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I am the reminder of ruin dark in design.

Burning i see it well blind in the emyptyness of all

Awesome lines. In the end, we're just broken bottles and discarded paper cups.

Posted 12 Years Ago


cool write bro.
a few typos to scalpel out,
but the organ itself is a healthy black heart pumping
shadows into the sunlight.
I like it.
RG

Posted 12 Years Ago


The bottle can represent any vice or any empty comfort. Great images. Rock on.

Posted 12 Years Ago


What a darkly shadowed path you walk us down... questions of such depth, dancing over days and years it seems. You've poured a lifetime of worlds into the vastness of these veins...

Posted 12 Years Ago


That last stanza lands it right in my heart .. wow.. I feel like I just walked these words myself.. Great description and nice to see you .. :D

Posted 12 Years Ago


Hello Gonzo! Good to read you again my old friend. I enjoyed listening to your video on your profile. Take care sweetheart!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Wonderful work as is all your work. I love your darker writes love even though your funny writes are right behind.

Adalynn

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on January 19, 2012
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John Patrick Robbins AKA Gonzo
John Patrick Robbins AKA Gonzo

knotts Island NC, NC



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Well im a Baroom Poet,Comedian,And full time madman of the net. Ive been a bouncer, bartender,Dj,worked many a construction job,you name I probaly did it but enough with the foreplay amigos .. more..

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