CAMELOT FANTASIES

Despondent
Shivering in the cold
Wondering how to make it though the day
Temperature plummets through the night
Permeating freeze through my tattered clothes feeling old
Life's had its way
Rejected from the corporate world
Sold my soul to the commerce devil
Ascended into the height of luxury
Descended into all its vices
They called me the king of trade
Constant need of drugs, pure evil
my climb to the top
Back stabbing
Conjured lies
Paying spies
Corporate God no one could stop
Hard cold smile tattooed on my face
Granite hard my soul forgot
Dark entities had their way
I welcomed them
Prescription pills, 8 ball, heroine
Drugs a choice to fight for the space
My focus got skewed
My wife replaced
Blame & hate I placed
That sweet surrender
Drug was my lover of choice
Euphoric the need to feel that special high
Hearts and bodies I would plunder
Downward spiral was fast and hard
Without my toys
Felt my skin crawl
Constant stabbings I procured
Glass shards
Pierced my skin as I peel
The false **** smile
As I'm sleeping on a subway vent
Fighting to keep warm
Lost the fight
No need for charm
Living in the streets
Drug of choice
Any type of alcohol
Desperate need to forget it all
Hovering in my dirty tattered clothes
Fight the demons
Of my dark demented mind

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Despondent
Shivering in the cold
Wondering how to make it though the day
Temperature plummets through the night
Permeating freeze through my tattered clothes feeling old
Life's had its way
Rejected from the corporate world
Sold my soul to the commerce devil
Ascended into the height of luxury
Descended into all its vices
They called me the king of trade
Constant need of drugs, pure evil
my climb to the top
Back stabbing
Conjured lies
Paying spies
Corporate God no one could stop
Hard cold smile tattooed on my face
Granite hard my soul forgot
Dark entities had their way
I welcomed them
Prescription pills, 8 ball, heroine
Drugs a choice to fight for the space
My focus got skewed
My wife replaced
Blame & hate I placed
That sweet surrender
Drug was my lover of choice
Euphoric the need to feel that special high
Hearts and bodies I would plunder
Downward spiral was fast and hard
Without my toys
Felt my skin crawl
Constant stabbings I procured
Glass shards
Pierced my skin as I peel
The false **** smile
As I'm sleeping on a subway vent
Fighting to keep warm
Lost the fight
No need for charm
Living in the streets
Drug of choice
Any type of alcohol
Desperate need to forget it all
Hovering in my dirty tattered clothes
Fight the demons
Of my dark demented mind

wow. magical prose.


truly wonderful.

You're welcome, Clay. I am indeed.

This is my favourite poem if anyone's interested. It's very true too.

 My Mind to Me a Kingdom Is
 
Sir Edward Dyer (d. 1607)
 
 
 
 
MY mind to me a kingdom is; 
  Such present joys therein I find, 
That it excels all other bliss 
  That earth affords or grows by kind: 
Though much I want that most would have,         5
Yet still my mind forbids to crave. 
 
No princely pomp, no wealthy store, 
  No force to win the victory, 
No wily wit to salve a sore, 
  No shape to feed a loving eye;         10
To none of these I yield as thrall; 
For why? my mind doth serve for all. 
 
I see how plenty surfeits oft, 
  And hasty climbers soon do fall; 
I see that those which are aloft         15
  Mishap doth threaten most of all: 
They get with toil, they keep with fear: 
Such cares my mind could never bear. 
 
Content I live, this is my stay; 
  I seek no more than may suffice;         20
I press to bear no haughty sway; 
  Look, what I lack my mind supplies. 
Lo, thus I triumph like a king, 
Content with that my mind doth bring. 
 
Some have too much, yet still do crave;         25
  I little have, and seek no more. 
They are but poor, though much they have, 
  And I am rich with little store; 
They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; 
They lack, I leave; they pine, I live.         30
 
I laugh not at another’s loss, 
  I grudge not at another’s gain; 
No worldly waves my mind can toss; 
  My state at one doth still remain: 
I fear no foe, I fawn no friend;         35
I loathe not life, nor dread my end. 
 
Some weigh their pleasure by their lust, 
  Their wisdom by their rage of will; 
Their treasure is their only trust, 
  A cloakèd craft their store of skill;         40
But all the pleasure that I find 
Is to maintain a quiet mind. 
 
My wealth is health and perfect ease, 
  My conscience clear my chief defence; 
I neither seek by bribes to please,         45
  Nor by deceit to breed offence: 
Thus do I live; thus will I die; 
Would all did so as well as I! 
 
 

Great new additions!

Thank you General CD
We're enjoying them aren't we Lady Ann!

Love and light
Divine