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Post by simpledip on Jul 2, 2018 6:01:45 GMT -6
It is an evening like all others but in the city of Kathmandu
I sit in the oil lamps lit restaurant watch lazily dancing curling smoke
I listen to a young lady with British accents
narrating the death of a young British singer
she became too famous and too rich
in her teens, wrote her own songs
sang soulful lilting music
drowned her own sorrows in alcohol and drugs
I wonder
why fame and success
make the successful unhappy
and seek solace in killer drugs
smell of the curling smoke
in dimly lit restaurant
is partly of hashish and marijuana
but the people in the restaurant
are neither famous nor rich. - Dip |
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Post by goldenmyst on Jul 2, 2018 7:27:38 GMT -6
Well said, my friend. I often wonder why anyone for any walk of life would do hard drugs. Marijuana is more comprehensible though I don't do it. But cocaine, heroin and such are a sure way to death. I am baffled as to why anyone would choose such a path.
John
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Post by AquarianM on Jul 2, 2018 13:33:36 GMT -6
Dip, it's a vivid visual you paint. As to the question you pose, I have to wonder if it's not a bad combination of youth, way too much money, the pressure to always "top" whatever you've done before, and the utter loss of privacy or normalcy in life. Even your immediate family can go off the rails in such circumstances. Who in youth could be prepared to become Icarus flying near the sun?
Dan
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Post by QueenFoxy on Jul 2, 2018 23:48:39 GMT -6
Where did the simple joys of youth go and when? When did we drop into this void where our children are lost in the vast abysses of space and time? Will we ever get them all back? You have captured the emotions of pain and heartache of this scenario with your powerful words.
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Post by lostineternity99 on Jul 3, 2018 6:38:19 GMT -6
It seems that desiring wealth and fame at a young age is a deadly mix in too many cases, Dip; I do love how your eloquent poem ended. |
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Post by simpledip on Jul 4, 2018 4:55:43 GMT -6
Well said, my friend. I often wonder why anyone for any walk of life would do hard drugs. Marijuana is more comprehensible though I don't do it. But cocaine, heroin and such are a sure way to death. I am baffled as to why anyone would choose such a path. John Thank you John for reading. No one knows what makes one do hard drugs - but it is spreading quockly. Namaste |
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Post by simpledip on Jul 4, 2018 4:59:10 GMT -6
Dip, it's a vivid visual you paint. As to the question you pose, I have to wonder if it's not a bad combination of youth, way too much money, the pressure to always "top" whatever you've done before, and the utter loss of privacy or normalcy in life. Even your immediate family can go off the rails in such circumstances. Who in youth could be prepared to become Icarus flying near the sun? Dan Dan, Thank you for your observations. I am a farmer living far away from fame and fortune - I really don't know what presurre fame and fortune brings to do drugs. I feel sad that a talented soul was lost. Namaste - Dip |
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Post by simpledip on Jul 4, 2018 5:02:31 GMT -6
Where did the simple joys of youth go and when? When did we drop into this void where our children are lost in the vast abysses of space and time? Will we ever get them all back? You have captured the emotions of pain and heartache of this scenario with your powerful words. Bows deeply. Every coin has two sides - the good and the bad. Why a brilliant soul will do drugs, I do not know. But it hurts me to think that "creativity" did not make her happy. Namaste. - Dip |
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Post by simpledip on Jul 4, 2018 5:03:48 GMT -6
It seems that desiring wealth and fame at a young age is a deadly mix in too many cases, Dip; I do love how your eloquent poem ended. Thank you for your encouraging words. Namaste. - Dip |
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Post by Brian on Jul 4, 2018 7:21:33 GMT -6
Escapism comes in many forms. Some more destructive than others. Dependence and addiction are easy to reach, harder to break.
When one lives for the thrill and the thrill starts to fade, temptation rears its ugly head. It's easier to give in than fight.
That's the real heartbreak as your solemn write gently touches.
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