DIPSOMANIA

Do you know what this is?

In plain English without taking the piss.

Please tell me, what I can see,

So I can understand now this for free.

Oh I see now, is that right,

Mankind’s fuel for a fight.

Alcoholism is what it means,

Now that is something that’s in my dreams.

Including a bottle, including a glass,

Another drink please, I beg, I ask.

Taking a strole

Taking a stroll

Down by the sea

Hand in hand

You and me

Looking at the birds

Flying free

Past the pier

Don't you agree

Sitting on a groyne

With can in hand

Looking at the sea

So nice and calm

Wondering why

I'm in this place

In the middle of the day

Looking to outer space

Thinking of obstacles

That will get in the way

Of you and me

This special day

For your my friend

So close to my heart

That enjoys life

Mysterious and dark

Yet I'm the one

Who's simply lost

In life it's self

At no extra cost

Even though

I simply know

I'm a talented person

In perfect flow

Yet when I'm down

I'm a clown

Who wants to simply

Drown drown drown

As pressures arise

Through what i do

Well this is reality

So simple but true

 

 

Here's a link everyone can visit and get inspired by those who strayed in life became addicts and are now on the road to recovery through one young mans dream. I have contributed to this book also with some of my own poetry. I will admit I am an ex addict and also found the same path in life.

 

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Pens-and-Needles-poetry/408145052597455?fref=ts

 

Some of the poems on this site is not suitable for small children.

 

I have written and contributed 4 poems to this book and belief it is inspirational that people can pull themselves out of the gutters of life and me absolutly amazing.

 

PLEASE SUPPORT THE ARTISTS IN THIS BOOK AND SHOW THEM THEY ARE WORTH MORE IN LIFE THAN LIFE ITS SELF.

 

ALL NET PROFFITS OF THIS BOOK GO TO THOSE WHO CONTRIBUTED

 

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Pens-and-Needles-poetry/408145052597455?fref=ts

There was a young drunk on the street

There was a young drunk on the street

Who really had smelly feet

They where that bad

Even the rats where glad

He went to the shop for his treat

Whats Up

Whats up

Whats sound

Bombs going off

People found

Heads missing

Tears in eyes

Troubles come

There's no lies

Picking up rubble

That's not cool

Missing arms

Who's the fool

Flash backs happening

Grab control

Oh dear no

Its a fish bowl

Drinking heavily

Washing it away

Its not happening

Pictures stay

Mates gone

Family's pain

No understanding

That's life's game

Trying to cope

No way back

Lost control

On a one way track

No not good

Wash it away

Drink even more

Live for today

Hurt someone

Not yourself

Need another drink

From top shelf

Alcohol poisoning

Oh so what

Life is real

And can't be taught

Given a chance

You'll break free

Yet those pictures

Still hunt me

Giving many problems

You don't understand

For a civilian

Upon this land

There was a young woman so fine

 

There was a young woman so fine

Who liked to drink bottles of wine

No matter the day

She'd do it anyway

And then she would want to drink mine

Living The Life Of A Poet

 

Living the life of a poet

And a sculptor too

Out on the open road

Can be very hard to do

 

Even though you have words

And your materials are free

It is really hard to survive

Especially down by the sea

 

With really heavy winds

The snow and the rain

Then there's those people

Who try to drive you in sane

 

By setting you on fire

Or beat you up as well

For they want what you got

In words that they can sell

 

Yet you got to survive

No matter the obstacles ahead

Even though you know

Your better of dead

 

Some will hit you with hammers

Or stab you in the heart

This is real street life

That happens after dark

 

Yet if you have no money

What are you going to do

Would you break the law

To survive would you

 

While trying to live the dream

So you can get of the street

To carry on your art

Which comes out so unique

 

Or would you lay down

And drink yourself to death

Or even take drugs

To your very last breath

 

Or would you simply squat

And hope for the best

Even though you got no money

Well this is life's real test

 



Oh Dear No

Oh dear no
Hear we go
Waking up
In Perfect flow
Singing away
Day by day
Even though
I can’t I say
Making noise
Playing with toys
I’m an adult
Who enjoys
Life at best
The perfect guest
One big child
In a colourful vest
But do I care
If people stare
Or if i’m going bald
And loosing my hair
No not at all
With the wonder wall
For I am me
No Barbie Doll
Who enjoys life
Through sacrifice
With a gentle
Throw of the dice
Win or lose
It’s what I choose
Because life’s a gamble
And full of booze
So here we go
In perfect flow
Living real life
I hope you know

Give me beer for my breakfast

Give me beer for my breakfast

Keep me happy

Give me beer for my tea I say

Give me something even stronger

If you want too

So I don't see the end of the day

Give me vodka for my breakfast

Keep me slurring

Give me vodka for my tea I say

Give me something even stronger

If you want too

So I don't see the end of the day

Give me a woman for my breakfast

Keep me happy

Give me a woman for my tea I say

Give me something even stronger

If you want too

But remember I'm not gay

Give me pleasure for my breakfast

Keep me happy

Give me pleasure for my tea I say

Give me pleasure oh please honey

Give me pleasure every minute of the day

Brandy brandy

Brandy, brandy makes you randy

Iasn't that right now my dear Mandy

Because its wicked is the Brandy

Its a lot better than any shandy

Working its dream

If you know what I mean

Making poor Mandy

Simply scream

With absolute pleasure

To simply treasure

In a moment

No one can measure

Because brandy, brandy makes you randy

Isn't that right now my dear Mandy

Because its wicked is the brandy

Its so great it is dandy

Making her squirm

\like a germ

All over my body

And now its my turn

To give her more

Total hardcore

Its round 2

Down on the floor

With brandy, brandy making us randy

Isn't that right now my dear Mandy

Because it is wicked is the brandy

Its so great it is dandy

Ripping of clothes

Touching your toes

Kissing your lips

Kissing your nose

Caressing your skin

Oh what a sin

Now let the true passion

Surely begin

With brandy, brandy making us randy

Isn't that right now my dear Mandy

Because it is wicked is the brandy

Its so great it is dandy

Building up sweat

With no regret

Making sure

We wont forget

Turning over

Like a four leaf clover

Going through the positions

Like a range rover

Because brandy, brandy making us randy

Isn't that right now my dear Mandy

Because it is wicked is the brandy

Its so great it is dandy

Going up and down

And all around

On the sofa

And on the ground

Making her scream

Which is obseen

With the perfect climax

In my dream



Sitting in a pub

Sitting in a pub, with a pint in my hand,

Chatting chit chat, you all understand.

Getting a bit pissed and slurring my words,

"What's that you said"? "You know, you heard".

"Don't curse at me, you stupid fool",

Crash bang wallop, goes the stool.

"That's it now, its time to leave",

Escorted by bouncers, oh yes believe.

By Dr Geebers

What Is An Addiction

What is an addiction, what can it be,

An addiction is something that satisfies thee.

It could be coffee, tea or even a drink,

Cigarettes are another with the same link.

Then you have cannabis, heroin and crack,

Along with weed as a matter of fact.

Buying and selling could be classified the same,

Along with gambling with no one to blame.

So as you can see addictions a lot,

Of different things that most people have got.

With different circumstances many have found,

Addiction has cost them and brought them right down.

Into the gutters of a shameful life,

Loosing everything children and wife.

Trying to kick it to start again,

But will they do it lets hope my friend.

By Dr Geebers

The Homeless Man

It was one of those days,

That happened so fast,

When a row broke out,

As minutes they passed.

Then all of a sudden,

He was facing the street,

A life of hell,

This I repeat.

With nothing to do,

Except hit the bottle,

As his life fell to pieces,

Going full throttle.

With nowhere to sleep,

And very little money,

What could he do?

For this wasn't funny.

Then along came a friend,

To take away the pain,

Along with the cold,

That was numbing his brain.

Making life easier,

To live this way,

Then all of a sudden,

He had a habit I say.

Then getting the courage,

To beg on the street,

For money, for drugs,

And hot food to eat.

Thinking oh no,

What have I done?

I'm better than this,

For I’m not a bum.

But what could he do,

He had no one to blame,

Except for himself,

Which is a shame.

Going cold turkey,

With aches and pains,

It was time to get clean,

And tighten the reigns.

But was it the answer,

No not at all,

For he hadn't a roof,

Or a bed I recall.

Waiting for help,

From a C.A.T. team,

To give him a place,

If you know what I mean.

So he could flourish,

And rise to the top,

With the help from some people,

So everything could stop.

Which was too late,

For he seemed to be lost,

In a world of chaos,

Which definitely did cost.

Until that day came,

When the homeless man died,

The poor man's wife,

Had no father for child.

So remember this folks,

For some people it’s true,

Because drugs is a killer,

And alcohol too.

By Dr Geebers

The Alcohols Curse

It was a beautiful day you see,

With sunshine all around,

When you went out with me,

To take a walk round town.

To do the things we normally do,

Oh just you and I,

While having a meal oh so true,

And watching passers by.

With all the notions in our mind,

As we talked for hours,

About a lot of crazy things,

And then I bought you flowers.

Then we went back to your place,

To do now you know what,

But you said no get out of my face,

And hurt me a hell of a lot.

So of I wondered on my own,

Down that slippery road,

And hit the bottle all alone,

At my special abode.

While getting drunk with all my sorrow,

I didn't know what to do,

Except just drink until tomorrow,

And hope for something new.

But did you come oh back to me,

Oh no oh no, no way,

And now I am an alcoholic,

That drinks now everyday.

By Dr Geebers

Temptation

Problems come and problems go,

No matter what we do,

In a life that we all know,

Through drink and drugs so true.

But when we stop and look behind,

We see what we have done,

So this is why we try to find,

Some help to overcome.

To show us something we can keep,

Deep within our souls,

That will make us go to sleep,

So we can achieve our goals.

Without the craving of a drink,

Or even drugs as well,

Until we find that missing link,

So we don't go to hell.

This is why we come here,

To talk about ourselves,

So we don't have another beer,

Or spirits from the shelves.

Because temptation can be great,

And lead us back to sin,

While putting us all in a state,

So evil it can win.

Yet sometimes we all need that fix,

So we can create even more,

As long as you can control the mix,

And not fall flat on the floor.

Then you have overcome your fear,

Yet temptation is always there,

So has anyone got another beer,

And a really soft armchair.

By Dr Geebers

Each day

Each day comes, each day goes,

Like the wind, when it blows.

Sometimes rough, sometimes smooth,

Some times helped with lots of booze.

Ruining our life’s, ruining our souls,

Carrying us on, to achieve our goals.

Along with addictions of different kinds,

That keeps us going, controlling our minds.

By Dr Geebers

Drink and drugs,

Drink and drugs,

Insects and bugs,

What a mad life,

As we become thugs.

Tents and squats,

Caravans and yachts,

Selling of everything,

That we once bought.

Madness and pain,

Needles in veins,

This is street life,

So simple and plain.

All night and day,

We live this way,

But can we stop,

Well maybe someday.

By Dr Geebers