There was no choice except to lie about the drug use though everyone in town knew the truth. He was a heavy cranker, a tweaker and tried to keep it secret then the inevitable came, long under drug-induced strain, its parts wearing out, his heart started failing.
He had done the drug for a long time and did a good job of hiding it from most of the people in town until his best friend revealed his habit to a person close to him.
At first, he tried to explain it away by telling everyone it was a disorder ran in his family but those that did the white powder lines with him just laughed. They knew why he was having problems with his heart and soon they would be too. But the damage was done and there were no stories or excuses he could use to cover his operations and hospital stays anymore and soon the whole town knew what he was. He had hidden the instances of violence against women and kept the cops at bay by snitching when he had a little useable information and they cut him a little slack for his efforts.
But everything had changed. He became thin, gaunt and black blue circles appeared underneath his eyes, his hair fell out and he became an old man what seemed like overnight. Afraid, and rightly so, he wondered if this was the price he paid for his treacherous behavior. For the lies, he told her, the promises he broke and the damage he inflicted because of his greed. For the lives, he had destroyed from his past.
He could not shake these perceptions that tortured him night and day sitting in the back of his brain like a tightening knot that refused to be expelled. It weighed heavy on his heart and more so in his mind until his thoughts turned inward and outward and twisted like snakes. Then he remembered the last words she spoke; the crying and chills ran through his body, he began to violently tremble and his breathing quickened with the memory of her.
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Why are the traits of creativity and insanity
An hourglass and sand
Is it an inherited genetic defect?
Or a wonderment of man
An anomaly of nature
A chemical imbalance in the Ribonucleic acid
A minuscule knot in the DNA strands
Many minds revered and unknown don the genius crown
The emotive disturbing creations of Goya’s dark-stained hands
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It’s Hallows eve in the underworld
Conjuring up an orange clouded moon
On a raven song night
Witches ride cold gales
On rope tied magical brooms
The glowing jagged mouth pumpkins
With flickering candle yellow eyes
Stare out of noisy houses
As goblins abound
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Among the Gorgons that counted three
Touched by comeliness being mortal only she
Beauty that in awe of the universe bowed down
Her glorious sumptuous hair a glowing grace
More exquisite than Aphrodite’s star-studded crown
Pursued and seduced by Poseidon was fair Medusa
The God of the jade seas and cerulean oceans deep
In the sacred temple of Athena
His unrelenting passion for her was consecrated
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Before the prophecy would come
When millions of imploding stars plummet from the sky erasing the sun
The hands of annihilation hasten humanities demise
Impatient for fresh souls
Watching and waiting the dark angels sighed
Ten Years
The unimaginable days bore the blood
Yet still, they deafened their ears
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Hunger, poverty and despair is the food of Revolution
@All rights Reserved Tammy M Darby Decemeber 7, 2023
When all of time was fading into what was to come
In the hearts of demented men
Would corruption flourish and grow
Their destiny was to harvest the chaos poor fools
They themselves had deliberately sown
The helpless lowborn would starve and suffer
While the highborn gluttonous grew fatter
The calm became the turbulent storm
The sane mad as a hatter
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My thirst for revenge was so great
The earth trembled in fright
And in my unbounded fury
Blinded the sun itself
And flung the moon from the sky
The stars fled from their cluster’s sparkling ever so bright
The universe conceded, vanquished, cowered and cried
My anger was vehement
HeavIng forth oceans from their beds
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Turn yourself from my rage
As surely as I speak it will destroy you
Shield yourself from my glaring glance
As it is a slow but indubitable poison
There is no mercy to be found
In this unforgiving dead heart
No pity present in the chilled organ
No light penetrates the folds of the dark
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I write these words while I am still myself
The price paid as my cold soul burns
No longer possessing the impediment of a heart
It’s the script for which I yearn
Jumping to and fro throughout memories and time
My life subtly disguised in misleading illusions and vague erratic rhyme
My eccentricity I have little or no inclination to explain
Nor the secret corners of my fragmented thoughts
Where revenge and malevolence play
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