On the border-dp

On the border Is

Where I met

Crazy

He thought he was sane
Even though-

He was high on cocaine

Trying to numb the pain

He, spoke bout

His wife

And how, her love

Use to

Cut like a knife

Now she cold as ice

Like love dead

So now he wants out

With a bullet to the head

cuz see

Dead don't feel pain

And pain be the disease

That brought the strong

To his knees

Begging God please

(and this is what he said to me)

I once lived life

like a king on his throne

But got lost

Behind the stone

Now I am skin and bones

Trying to find life

but life keep beating on me

like they did, king-

So now

I'm trying to escape my skin

Like, M.J back when he was black

And you can thank

the dope man for that

(now this is what I said)

I was born

Addicted to pain

and she been

Fucking with my brain

From the embryo

and see I keep asking her

To let me go

But she wont let me be

Cuz she

Never wants to set me

free

So she keeps me

Walking the fine line

Like a taliban

With itchy hands

And I'm trying not

To self destruct

Cuz if I don't

Know one else

Would give a fuck

And I stay high

On liquor, cigarette

And life

Cuz I only got one life

So let me live it

Till the day I die (c)

 

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Joy56 5 years ago

a lot of passion in that, nice to see you around, i wanted to write a hub tonight, it was always going to be a bit deep, I spotted your comment on my hub and tried to call the hub deep thought but alas that name had been used so i used something close, tell me if you can read between the lines and what inspired my writing...... so nice to connect once again Brenda...


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deepthought 5 years ago from In the middle of nowhere and worldwide but still that T.O.kid from da north of America Author

Thank you Brenda,It's nice to hear from you and the sweet words you say


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attemptedhumour 5 years ago from Australia

I haven't found a writer on hubpages who is remotely like you deepthought. That's a good thing by the way. We all need something to keep us going and to fend off the white ghost, i drink gallons of tea these days, but alcohol and cigarets used to be the crutch that i leant on. Shyness is the real enemy, if only we could bury him naturally. cheers.

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