Lisa And Ed Show #4

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On show #4 Lisa and I talk about the Meth epidemic that plagues the
United States, through poetry and discussion. The following poems were
recited:

Tina

Put to death my former self,
from poisons I consider wealth.
That take away, from all my pain,
and eat away my fragile brain.
And sleeps become a bitter chore,
So night is now my wicked whore.
She keeps me hidden out of sight,
away from all the blessed light.
And I no longer have a choice,
for Tina's now my only voice.
She tells me how I should feel,
she never lets my body heel.
And I would crawl across the floor,
for the chance to get just a little more.
And I'll play my hand
for the cards are dealt,
until I've joined my former self!


Meth

Brain patterns of new.
Scares embedded into your mind.
Not sure if your you.
Not sure of your place or your time.
See shadows that move.
Everything is coming alive.
Not even a clue.
Not even trusting your own eyes.

Blisters on your tongue.
You fear the sun.
Liquids that you crave,
Are flushed away.
Kingdom come has come.
Your hearts a drum.
Running up the days.
For rest you prey.

Thin blue avenues.
Antifreeze is flowing inside.
Don't know your next move.
Don't know if you will even try
Nightmares have come true.
Dr. Jeckle's now Mr. Hyde
Don't know what to do.
Don't know if you will live or die.

Leather for your skin.
Your souls worn thin.
Trying to avoid.
The inner void.
Where did I begin.
This life of sin.
Am I just annoyed
Or paranoid


Ed~xxxx

Underneath the flesh
Vacant is the hole
No need to confess
Its out of our control
Just beyond the noble rot
though bitter be thy name
You help me find what I forgot
kept hidden from the pain
And though distance smiles arriving
Get caught up inside black clouds
I know that we're surviving
Like silver lining kept in ancient shrouds
And all that I need to triumph
Is the gentle voice that you provide
And together we'll rely on
A kind of love that's lost with pride
Now I look forward to the future
And all the comfort that it brings
Though fresh with blood stained suture
I have finally found my wings.


Tame less

She's a colorful bouquet of splendor,
Many lives that fall apart,
And come together.
Her cries echo from empty bottles,
Through love, and fear,
And rage, and lust.
A plaything betrayed,
By all she trusts.
Her hand and heart are objects,
Of feverish pursuit.
Possessed by no man,
My desperation is mirrored
In her lonely eyes.
She will not be tamed
This lovely, wild creature.


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