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The Devil's Protocol
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The Devil's Protocol |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada 
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This poem/song is meant to impress on the minds of young and old the futility of drug addiction. A warning so to speak for the kids, and others that might consider getting involved in the terrible addictions that are available out there. Bidding fares bold merchants bear their trade to pigeon beaks. With mental microbes in their wares their sugar slaves find peace Clouds of dark that cloak the heart and shadow dreams forlorn turn to cotton candy art when Captain Snow sails the horn. Chorus: Under the sky's wide oceans Comes the morning in devotion to the inner thrall's recall and the devil's protocol In the daylight's growing hype center stage awaits it's late the curtain drawn, the morning lights the workday crutch in place. Flush cheeks and answered color stepping out among the crowd a burst of genius hovers in the borrowed spell of proud Chorus: Under the sky's wide oceans Comes the morning in devotion to the inner thrall's recall and the devil's protocol The magic conversation the climb up vision stairways. A dead poet's destination where the journey back awaits Back where the mood dispenses the soul returns to hide and in the gloom defenseless small voices cry for lines..... Chorus: Under the sky's wide oceans Comes the morning in devotion to the inner thrall's recall and the devil's protocol Small voices cry for lines small voices cry for lines.......fade Ain't doin nothin at all |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Back where the mood dispenses the soul returns to hide and in the gloom defenseless small voices cry for lines..... ================================ if only we could solve all the world's problems with poetry & song.... Compassionate write groovy guy... Ethome for prime minister or president??? The tamborine girlies can be your cabinet.   I love you more the further I go ... |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
ethome Have to go along with JM Small voices cry for lines. |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Life itself is addicting; withdrawal from it inevitably causes death. The craving for ecstasy will always be part of the human spirit; the devil you define is in all of us. In a world which fosters the expectation of instant results, most of the chemicals available today simply are too friendly for our own good. |
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Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
Back where the mood dispenses the soul returns to hide and in the gloom defenseless small voices cry for lines..... not a pretty picture! I'm glad there are people such as yourself trying to make an impact on a bad situation. Sadie |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
wow! that's powerful!  gotta agree with icebox here |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
JM always comes up with some great ideas... brushing the cobwebs off the tambourine now... |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Hi Janet Thank you my poet pet for the support and for the cabinet girlies idea....He he aw welll all I can say is YEA! I got cabinet girlies and most other pres's don't.....So let'em eat cake! Good morning Sy and thanks for the read and the response I appreciate the input as you know... icebox, good point all the way round and thanks for commenting... Hi Sadie If we all stop trying then what do we have?? Thanks for the support for this... Passing thanks for the nice comment and yes Icebox has a good point for sure. Sunshine.....Get the dust off that tambourine and let's get our campaign going! Yep. JM comes up with the good ones for sure! Eric Ain't doin nothin at all |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
This is so necessary as a warning and so sad that we need to be warned. Good write. Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
A beautiful and sad song, Ethome. Would love to hear it. Corinne |
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TerryW Senior Member
since 2000-03-23
Posts 779Louisville, Mississippi, USA |
Awesome! Very powerful work. ~you reached inside, you touched my heart, |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thank you so much Kethry, Corinne and Terry. I appreciate the read and the comments very much..... Someone on another board asked me to do this so here it is... OK no problem....gtfbi Keep in mind this is not about the derelict you see in the street. This is about the millions that are addicted but hide it. Closet addicts you might call them, people you rub elbows with everyday; doctors, lawyers, stockbrokers etc. A much bigger problem than we all know! Bidding fares bold merchants bear (drug dealers) their trade to pigeon beaks. (looking for new users to addict) With mental microbes in their wares (the ability of thier product to addict) their sugar slaves find peace (the high eventually becomes addictive and is the only way the user can escape the horrors of coming down) Clouds of dark that cloak the heart (this is what an addict feels coming down) and shadow dreams forlorn (a bright future unattainable in deep addiction) turn to cotton candy art (this is the result of getting high again where reality is masked with the euphoria of the high) when Captain Snow sails the horn. (a description of cocaine going up the nose which is sometimes refered to as the horn) Chorus: Under the sky's wide oceans (This chorus is all about coming down) Comes the morning in devotion to the inner thrall's recall and the devil's protocol In the daylight's growing hype (the bustle of a new day in an addicts life) center stage awaits it's late (the addict drags when it comes to responsibility) the curtain drawn, the morning lights (does a line or two until things look up) the workday crutch in place. (then goes to work) Flush cheeks and answered color (the drug affecting the addict physically) stepping out among the crowd (the surreal trip out into the day) a burst of genius hovers (brought on by the confidence of the high) in a borrowed spell of proud (every addict becomes arrogant because he/she really knows deep down inside that they're sick but don't want to admit it.) Chorus: Under the sky's wide oceans Comes the morning in devotion to the inner thrall's recall and the devil's protocol The magic conversation (working while under the confidence of the high) the climb up vision stairways. (addict thinks he/she's on top of their game) A dead poet's destination (the false confidence will die when the high wears off) where the journey back awaits (having to face the withdrawl) Back where the mood dispenses (the high is shrinking, coming down's scary) the soul returns to hide (the mind seeks a haven from reality) and in the gloom defenseless (the terrible sickness of withdrawl) small voices cry for lines.....(wanting to get high again to avoid coming down) Chorus: Under the sky's wide oceans Comes the morning in devotion to the inner thrall's recall and the devil's protocol Small voices cry for lines small voices cry for lines.......fade Ain't doin nothin at all |
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