Stationed in the madness,
That is our life,
Like a bullet,
From behind,
We never see it approach,
Till the end,
When it is too late.

There,
In the darkness,
To find,
That madness,
A chance to care,
A reality,
To dare dream,
In a nightmare,
Running away,
From the pain,
To care.

A Nightmare,
In fear,
To hear,
To fly,
Away,
This place,
Another time,
Another life,
To wander away,
To not fear,
That change.

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The world according to a junkie

Chapter one

The Part where I die

There I was, sitting in a club, 2079, people were around me, dancing, talking, blowing their mind, witness to the beginning of the end, razor blades slices up and down their arms.

“Polish fag!” A woman came screaming out from the bathroom, chasing some guy out into the street.

That’s how it was.

Nothing to see.

Move along.

Some shitty band played “disco is dying” up on stage.

I was dying, one second a time.

The screaming lady came back in, sat down next to me.

First time I met her, back when I first got here, to this city, I knew there was something different about her from the other ladies working the joint.

She was a guy, I could tell by her hands.

And the cock sticking out from under her short dress.

“You got any shit?” She asked, smiling.

“Up at my place…”

We both stood, leaving the place, for my dump up the street.

Cheryl was her name, a forty dollar whore, “lady” of the night.

But for some “candy” she was yours for a few hours.

I wasn’t gay, far from it, but all the girls, with cunts, all wanted more and later, as we laid in my stained bed, we would talk, about nothing.

It felt like a relationship.

“You ever think about…” Cheryl said, placing her head on my chest.

I could feel her cock near my leg, just there.

I shrugged.

“Future never comes, like someone else I know!” I laughed.

She pushed off from my chest, flicking my nipples with her hot red painted finger nails, laughing.

“I will come boy, I will come!”

I felt her hands wrap around my cock, beginning to stroke it back to full erection.

When I awoke, Cheryl, like always, was gone, back to her life uptown.

I once passed her in that life, straight man, working at a bank, as a teller.

“Hello sir, how can I help you today?” He smiled.

“Hi Jim!” I said reading his name tag, almost laughing.

It was an awkward moment, one I wouldn’t live down, three days later, my place.

“Don’t you EVER call me by my Slave name!” She growled at me.

“Jim?” I almost laughed, tears in my eyes.

“Yea! My mother, the bitch, named me that, after my grandfather, the same cock fucker who molested me from the time I was 11 years old till I sliced his dick off when I was 14 and ran away, to this place!”

I never called her Jim again.

We’re doing okay,
We’re doing alright,
We’re doing fine.

Lies we tell ourselves,
And other things we do,
We’re okay,
We’re fine,
We’re doing alright!

We were dancing,
In the dark,
The rain began to fall,
As the night began to fall,
We’re doing okay,
We’re doing alright,
We’re doing fine,
When we lie,
Here alone,
In the dark,
Silence in rage

1940s-WW2-World-War-2-Combat-Double-Exposure-Odd-Vintage-Photo-Military-Men-Soldiers-Fire-ExplosionWe were standing at the wall,
When the world began to fall,
Where was the outrage,
When they died,
Those heroes,
With no lines,
In a song,
Just blood on the wall,
A name in a sheet,
Those heroes,
No names,
Not even a memory.

Here,
In this place,
We would fall,
To rot there,
Our souls lost,
Not even worth a mention,
Except that they gave all.

Their souls,
Wander that field,
Now a memory,
Of that battle,
A small ripple,
Somewhere in faraway time,
Couldn’t happen now,
The young think,
As did those youths back then,
The war to end all wars,
To be followed by another war,
To be followed…

To end all wars,
Peace,
Is it a reality?

A MIDNIGHT STROLL THROUGH THE MIND
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Walking through the midnight,
A travel through the mind,
Regrets,
Dreams left behind,
A misery of time,
Left in places,
Pieces of my mind,
Left behind with my soul,
Like angel wings,
Broken and laid to rest,
In the ground,
A forgotten soul,
Looking for a place to sleep,
To be giving some peace,
To go places,
That I should not go,
Places that were mistakes,
But they were mistakes,
I made,
My way.

Traveling down,
A Midnight hour,
A broken lane,
A broken fate,
A broken faith,
Lost in a dream,
Lost in sleep,
Reality gone away,
To some other place,
Good bye,
Good night,
To that place,
Where dreams lie low,
To never awake again!

Into the sun,
We went,
The driving particle,
A sentence,
Drifting off into slumbered sleep,
We drove into the mountains,
Our eyes held wide shut,
I knew not the directions,
We went wherever that road did lead,
Forward, towards the back way in,
We could not find our back inside,
Distance,
Measured in minutes,
Gone in years,
Silence growing deafening,
Sanity, insane moments,
Trapped here in the darkness,
Too bright to see the light,
Guiding mourning lies,
Inside my mind,
Ripped apart,
Grabbing towards broken dreams,
Like broken glass,
Cutting across my wrists,
Wandering through the desert,
Lost in a moment,
A time…

SCREAMS FROM THE BALCONY,
Dreams, recorded whimsical illusions of dead,
Dying,
Flies on the wall singing,
Where am I?
Trapped inside a memory,
Dreams don’t come too easily.

The setting sun,
Reaches out,
To burn our flesh,
From our bones,
Bleaching them into the dying sand,
Where can we go?
Home?
Where’s that?

Lost inside,
Trapped outside,
The door will not open,
I cannot hear the sigh,
Reach inside myself,
Find nothing,
Reach inside,
The mountain dies,
And all is lost,
To giving time,
Lost in a memory,
Lost forever!

Every election season, I get that “Political Writer” bug that bites my ass and decide to jump into the waters with both feet.

I’ll admit I’m a Democrat from before some of you were even a dirty thought in your momma or poppas’ mind.

But as I grow older, I find myself leaning more of a middle of the road moderate who kinda likes some ideas from one side and the other.

I’d like to see someday a third party who would take the ideas of both sides and mix them into an awesome agenda, for the people, not for the Corporations who control the puppet strings!

Till then, I will mock both sides by writing my Midterms’ pieces I call WHO IS RUNNING FOR … (A sample of my latest works on a different blog can be found here —- https://noneoftheabovehorsepoo.blogspot.com/2018/10/who-da-hell-is-running-for-senator-for.html where I dissect the race for the governor of Missouri.)

I hit states mostly where I don’t live nor do I have a horse in the race, to make it kind of unbiased and mock I do.

I decided to write a piece for my WordPress readers, who mostly read me for my poems but I’m feeling kind of political tonight, so enjoy!!

Tonight’s post will be —-

WHO IS RUNNING FOR CONGRESS FOR THE GREAT STATE OF ALABAMA — DISTRICT 1?

Midterm Elections 2018 are here and Alabama’s 7 districts are looking for some folks to represent them up ON THE HILL.

Tonight, we feature District 1(because we start at the beginning and work our way down!! Actually, we’ll probably get bored and move onto posting recipes from our grandma’s cookbook, the one she got in 1928 when she married my gramps!! You like chocolate cake with cookie frosting don’t you? We all do!!!) in our blog series.

The 1st District is located in southwestern Alabama and includes Mobile, Baldwin, Escambia, Monroe and Washington counties and a portion of Clarke County.

Here are the candidates!!!

ROBERT KENNEDY JR.

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(Democrat)
Website: http://www.kennedy4alabama.org/

WHAT ABOUT ROBERT?

Robert is a “Fiscally Responsible Democrat” which means he’ll not pass the bill onto you, the voter, from the yearly HOUSE VISIT TO THE STRIP CLUB — DOLLAR BEER NIGHTS!!!

Richard grew up in Prichard, Alabama and attended church.  He also went to school and later, was in the military where he killed Nazi Vampires in Japan.

We salute Richard in his service.

Nazi vampires are evil.

After serving our country with honor, Richard went to college where he majored in underwater basket weaving (seriously, we’re getting our information mixed up and are too lazy to go correct it!! Sorry!!!)

He holds a shit ton of degrees and honors.

WHY ROBERT?

Robert is about faith, honor, affordable health care, public education, fiscal responsibility, environmental stewardship (no burn down the trees till the owls are out!!), right to bear arms but responsibly but right to arm bears unimpeded! Right to privacy when it comes to abortions, and the right to vote.

We all about those things too.

Especially the right to arm bears!!!

NEWS ARTICLES WE DISCOVERED ABOUT THIS RACE:

WASHINGTONSept. 20, 2018 /PRNewswire/ — Robert F. Kennedy Jr., Chairman of Children’s Health Defense (CHD), and Rolf Hazlehurst, parent of a vaccine-injured child, petitioned the Department of Justice (DOJ) Office of Inspector General (OIG), and the Senate and House Judiciary Committees today to investigate actions taken by federal personnel during the “Vaccine Court” Omnibus Autism Proceedings (OAP).  source: https://www.prnewswire.com/news-releases/robert-f-kennedy-jr-demands-the-office-of-the-inspector-general-and-congress-investigate-department-of-justice-for-fraud-and-obstruction-of-justice-300716017.html

BRADLEY BYRNE (Incumbent)
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(Republican)
Website: https://byrne.house.gov/

WHAT ABOUT BRADLEY?

Since we can’t find a “BRADLEY FOR CONGRESS SITE” we are having to use his House.gov site which doesn’t really give you a great idea of what about so we’ll create our own “About”.

note update – WE FOUND HIS “For Congress” Website — https://www.byrneforcongress.com/ Usually when searching for these things, you just have to type in the name and sometimes the state and bam, there’s the website but not old Bradley, had to add “For congress” to the mix as well!! Tricky!!!

He does have a “If you’re introducing Bradley at a hosted event speech, please use this sample!” but we think of this as more of a roast of our lovable uncle.

The uncle who use to give us candy if we sat on his lap.

PERV!!

Just kidding…..about the perv.

Bradley Byrne was born just a few miles from where his great-great-great grandfather, Gerald Byrne, settled in the 1780s (no, we’re not making this up! Go read!!)

Bradley went off to college, skipping high school all together and received his degree in law or underwater basket weaving, we’re not too sure and really don’t feel like going and Googling the real information.

Creating a politician’s profile is hard! Try it!! See? Difficult!!!

Byrne, like all great politicians, served Alabama as a cat herder, an chef at an Indian restaurant, and some other stuff we cannot mention on this family friendly blog.

Lets just say that Bradley did his time as a politician and move along.

Okay?

OKAY!!!

WHY BRADLEY?

Bradley is about shooting all illegal immigrants on sight!

And making them into soup to be served to our elementary school children.

President Donald Trump thinks that’s a good idea.

“Feeding school children is a good thing!!” Bradley said when we called to verify the record(we kid, our moms won’t allow us to use the phones except to call the time!)

Bradley is a “Fiscal Conservative” which means, Balance Budget baby!!

Bradley is all for state rights and limiting the federal government interference into those rights.

“Back off Feds!! Don’t tread on me!!” Bradley screamed at us while mom was away to her bridge game.

Bradley believes we should rebuild our local infrastructures.  We can’t really make fun of that, we believe in that too!!!

Bradley thinks national defense is awesome, we need more bombs to scare away the terrorists.

He also thinks we need to do more for the veterans.

Again, we cannot argue about the veterans section.  More $$$ to the Vets and their support programs.

Bradley supports traditional Alabama Values. We’re not sure what that means, possibly rock and roll and dancing.

We kid.

He loves Jesus and his AK-47!!!

Bradley think seniors should be supported in their old age.

Or made into soup too!!

Again, guns for everyone!! We HEART guns!!

NEWS STORY WE FOUND FEATURING BRADLEY – 

One of the things we pride ourselves on as Alabamians is taking care of each other. Not only should this mean we take care of those we know or our next-door neighbors, it should also mean taking care of all those throughout our region, especially those experiencing hardships.

According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, anywhere from 115 to nearly 200 Americans die every day from an opioid overdose. Last year alone, roughly 72,000 people died from this public health crisis. No community or group is exempt from the crisis. This is not a political issue. The opioid epidemic has been going on for far too long, and it is time that something be done about it. — Source: http://altoday.com/archives/26900-bradley-byrne-support-in-times-of-crisis

WHO WILL WIN?

According to the historical analyst of this district, there’s a good chance that Bradley Byrne will keep his seat and Mr. Kennedy will shake his fist in defeat.

But miracles could happen.

Don’t count Robert out.

No seriously, go ahead and count him out.

The last two elections in this district have gone Republicans and that seemingly isn’t going to change this midterm.

Unless a miracle happens, then, you can come back here to this blog on November 7th and go, NANER NANER, POO POO BUTT!! GUESS WHO WON? GUESS WHO WON?

So good night and have a better tomorrow!!