Category Archives: Drugs

Darkside of the Moon

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Darkside of the Moon

The pride steeps deep inside.

I want to give up and die;

No more energy left to cry.

There’s no place I could hide.

I’m in love with me!

Inescapable passion for this love,

But what’s a man to do.

I ask myself what lies on the darkside of the Moon.

Beloved waves, come wash me away to sea,

Where I’ll rise up to the skies above

And enter a more clairvoyant existence.

 

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj

March 2013

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Givin’ You My Love

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This one is for Layla –

 

Givin’ You My Love

 

You need soothing

I want cooling

Feeling fresh and hot

Drinking and smoking fresh what not

I want to give you love

Gonna give you some love

So much lovin’ you won’t move

So good you’ll lose yourself to the groove

Hustling down to bust a move

 

By the end of the night

Your eyes’ll be full of light

So happy you could die

So high that you’ll fly

Flying high to the sky in bliss

Throwing away all but my kiss

Gonna give you some love

Oh, a whole lotta love

Like a Zeppelin record I’m gonna have you singing

To the songs of my love begging for longing

 

Oh, baby, sweet pretty baby

Gonna give it to you good

The way you know I would

Deeply intense

Vividly full of sense

Gonna have you crying

Gonna have me dying

 

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj

March 19, 2013

Flip Off the Switch

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Flip Off the Switch

 

A long time it has been,

Since my belly sank down;

Purging the alcohol all around –

Ceasing my master’s mercy; deep in sin.

Lord knows I’ll be dead soon.

Drinking myself to sleep,

Haunting the hood as a creep

Never to rise earlier than noon.

 

A wretched fool I am; reckless.

Mother thinks I’m dead,

Father wants me gone.

Perchance, in me will awaken a change; selfless.

Abandoning addiction; I’ll have sobriety, instead.

Flip off the switch, and turn the light on.

 

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj

February 24, 2013

Animal

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Animal

An animal I am,

Devouring my prey so cruelly

Surviving just to live

Living just to roam and feel

 

Nothing in me but base desires

Striving to satisfy my needs

Craving the scent of blood

Boiling my nerves to agitation

 

A little more longer, and I’ll be gone

The lands I once wandered will forget me

Whether they miss me or not

I’ll be no more, and no more shall I roam

 

Life is simply audacious for an animal

It’s a game of give and take, for an animal like me

One moment I have, savoring the wondrous libations

Next I’m dead, but that’s another story …

 

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj

March 11, 2013

Peace of Mind

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Peace of Mind

Coming out of the gates

Opening up all the doors

I’m feeling fine and great

Seeking love from whores

Who offer temporary pleasure

Morality dies, but where’s my treasure?

 

Sophisticated and imbued in simplicity

Most of my depression is in sobriety

All I ask for is a good time, explicitly

Refusing to become another victim of society

Blissfully living in ecstatically expounded serenation

Dying to go on tripping in self-intoxication

 

Other may disagree with me when I say

We must learn to give up the fight and reign in love

But I pray for the day that hate fades away

Disintegrating into ashes flying to the sky above

Unifying all our spirits, rectifying the sins of the deceased

Gaining a peace of mind, one that cannot be bought or leased

 

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj

March 7, 2013

Poems On Melancholy

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I will be posting a series of poems on melancholy, a state of being that I know all too well.

I’m clinically depressed
Maniacally distressed
Under immense duress
Refusing to impress
Anyone that I hate
Displeased with my fate
I’m always late
With coming to sedate
I’m all alone
Living on my own
With a life that hasn’t shown
Anything worthy of being known
There’s no special someone
Just a little bit of some fun
Mixed with vodka in the sun
I’m just a useless son
It’s not my job to please,
But to roam like a disease
Get by with ease
Till my lungs cease
I’m trying my best
To not give up on this test
The life I have at my behest
Is a journey I must quest
Not sure about my skill
In the art of creating a thrill
But I be sure to kill
All those who stand still
Against me
Until they stop to see
That all I seek to be
Is fulfilled and free

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj

February 28, 2013

Psychedelic Craze

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The name of the poem speaks for itself.

 

Psychedelic Craze

Psychedelic craze

Blood rushing through my veins

Heart beats without faze

Pumping up the metal chains

Left me bleeding in a psychotic maze

 

She jumps in to check me out

Powered up, cracking through all the groat

How’ve you been?

What a grin, I see flowers leaking down your chin

Sorry, for the sin I’m in

 

Take me out of this hellish hole

No place for men with souls

Hush now, let’s be gone from here

Hold on to me, then she steered the gear

We flew to the sky, colorful and clear

 

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj

February 25, 2013