Reneé's Dream Journal
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*Part one
They were three
Ending up at a house
On a darkened street..
A woman with cancer
In so many body parts..
Him, just a man walking dead
Parasitically friendly
Looking for a euphoric treat..
(Although no one person misled
By what he left unsaid)
(And) a young girl
Literally dying
Of her lonely life
And empty heart..
None of them cared
That they were secretly scared..
As long as they did't have to be
Openly terrified, of the unknown lonely
And feeling impaired...
Funny, in a seriously tragic way
How they all became one and the same..
(God, )why didn't they run from this place?
(The man)
Their dealer
There
Until his dealer came..
(God,) why did they come to this place?
money exchanged
spoons prepared..
excitement was building
veins were pumping
what and how much they were doing
pretty much unaware...
didn't care.
waiting glances
sexless
drug induced lust
greed
their only advances..
It seemed soon after
it happened so very quick
Magical self "medication"
into their arms
they did prick..
(God,) how did they get to this place?
swirly
dizzy
other worldly
lights
It wasn't exactly
what they planned to do
But, oh! they thought
"this is good"..
why these feelings fight?
(God,) why did't they run from this place?
So another they did..
their drug addled brains
said "this is soooo right"
and from then
(and for at least the next 24 hours)
time
Completely hid..
somehow time traveled
the woman
The girl
and the man
to a car
and to a random motel room
where what happened
Like a mind stuffed with cotton
was completely forgotten..
The mind withholding memories
That it wouldn't
and/or couldn't withstand.
helpless
unconscious
the woman lay
(at the table, the man )
Half naked and wet
She found herself
When she came too
Seeing the girl
Left in the same way..
(God,)how did they get to the floor of this place?
"wake up, wake up!"
on her knees
by the girl
the woman screamed out and cried..
she'd tried to wake the man up
but the dealer, this (hu)man had died.
cold and gray
(touching him, she'd see in her dreams
for the rest of her days)
death came to his broken down door
And took his life away.
(God,) how would they get out of this place?
*End of part one
Copyright 2000surrealdancingpoetry(re-edited2014)
*written In memory of yet another soul, stolen by drugs..r.i.p.John
IF you think you might have a problem, talk to someone, anyone..life AND death are very real and VERY fragile!
In light and love, Reneé
They were three
Ending up at a house
On a darkened street..
A woman with cancer
In so many body parts..
Him, just a man walking dead
Parasitically friendly
Looking for a euphoric treat..
(Although no one person misled
By what he left unsaid)
(And) a young girl
Literally dying
Of her lonely life
And empty heart..
None of them cared
That they were secretly scared..
As long as they did't have to be
Openly terrified, of the unknown lonely
And feeling impaired...
Funny, in a seriously tragic way
How they all became one and the same..
(God, )why didn't they run from this place?
(The man)
Their dealer
There
Until his dealer came..
(God,) why did they come to this place?
money exchanged
spoons prepared..
excitement was building
veins were pumping
what and how much they were doing
pretty much unaware...
didn't care.
waiting glances
sexless
drug induced lust
greed
their only advances..
It seemed soon after
it happened so very quick
Magical self "medication"
into their arms
they did prick..
(God,) how did they get to this place?
swirly
dizzy
other worldly
lights
It wasn't exactly
what they planned to do
But, oh! they thought
"this is good"..
why these feelings fight?
(God,) why did't they run from this place?
So another they did..
their drug addled brains
said "this is soooo right"
and from then
(and for at least the next 24 hours)
time
Completely hid..
somehow time traveled
the woman
The girl
and the man
to a car
and to a random motel room
where what happened
Like a mind stuffed with cotton
was completely forgotten..
The mind withholding memories
That it wouldn't
and/or couldn't withstand.
helpless
unconscious
the woman lay
(at the table, the man )
Half naked and wet
She found herself
When she came too
Seeing the girl
Left in the same way..
(God,)how did they get to the floor of this place?
"wake up, wake up!"
on her knees
by the girl
the woman screamed out and cried..
she'd tried to wake the man up
but the dealer, this (hu)man had died.
cold and gray
(touching him, she'd see in her dreams
for the rest of her days)
death came to his broken down door
And took his life away.
(God,) how would they get out of this place?
*End of part one
Copyright 2000surrealdancingpoetry(re-edited2014)
*written In memory of yet another soul, stolen by drugs..r.i.p.John
IF you think you might have a problem, talk to someone, anyone..life AND death are very real and VERY fragile!
In light and love, Reneé
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