BOBBY Z - POEMS

BOBBY Z is a avid writer and Blogger, also has video’s, audio’s a podcast and has Authored the Book Tales Of The Junkyard Dog. A rather abrupt and unusual Collection of Poems providing insightful and comical commentary on life, the Convergence of the past and the present, and the trails and tribulations of
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​ walking thru ashes

​                             we walk thru ashes..of days gone by.
                    Unable to find a true identity..always questioning why.
 
                         Does anyone know us..or will we forever be doomed.
           Were we ever welcomed by anyone..or were we always marooned.
 
                           Searching for remnants..of who and what we am.
                   Were we left on the door steps..are we a forgotten man.
 
                            Roaming thru unclaimed luggage..hoping to find.
                                  Some traces of the past..or ARE we lost in time.
 
                                Too often we search..for visions of the past.
                                    Only to learn..that they never can last.
 
                                So why must it be..that the past we can’t see.
            So how do we know..if we are really who we are suppose to be.
 

        SEA OF BOOZE
 

​         LOST FOREVER..IN A SEA OF BOOZE.
                                         THE MORE YOU DRINK..THE MORE YOU LOSE..
 
                                           TOO MANY TIMES..OF NEVER KNOWING WHY.
                                          YOU’VE HURT SO MANY..YET YOU NEVER CRY.
 
                            THE BLACKOUTS AND HANGOVERS..ALWAYS CAUSED YOU PAIN.
                           YOU JUST PISSED IT ALL..WITH YOUR MONEY DOWN THE DRAIN.
 
                                YES YOU WENT TO WORK EVERY DAY..AND PAID THE BILLS.
                                  JUST COULDN’T KEEP YOURSELF..OUT OF THE GIN MILLS.
 
                                            NEVER CARED..,IF IT WAS TO BE YOUR RUIN.
              BOTTLE ON THE TABLE,GLASS IN YOUR GHAND..AND BOOZING YOU WERE DOING.
 
            FROM ALL WALKS OF LIFE..INCLUDING THOSE BORN WITH A SILVER SPOON.
              MADE NO DIFFERENCE WHO YOU WERE..WHILE BOOZING AT THE CORNER SALOON.
 
            AFTER MANY YEARS OF FEELING NO PAIN..AND SUFFERING FROM THE DRY HEAVES.
      YOU SWORE TO EVERYONE THAT IT WAS TIME TO QUIT, BUT AS ALWAYS NO ONE BELIEVES.
 
          YOU,LL FOREVER REMAIN IS THAT SEA OF BOOZE..UNLESS YOU CHANGE YOU’RE WAYS.
               ONE DAY AT A TIME..EASY DOES IT..AND FOLLOW THE WAYS OF AA.
 

​CONFUSED

           TO MANY TIMES.
                WHEN YOU GAZE INTO YOUR THOUGHTS.
                      YOU COME BACK CONFUSED.
                 AND YOUR MIND IS DISTRAUGHT. 
                         TOTALLY WITHDRAWN.
                     FROM LIFES GENTLE GRACES.
                              UNABLE TO SPEAK.
                   AND FORGETTING THEIR FACES.
                   OVERWHLEMED BY YOUR DESIRES.
                YOUR ALSO FULL OF FRUSTRATIONS.
                          YOUR TRYING TO LEAVE.
                    YET YOU HAVE NO DESTINATIONS.
                        
                              WADING THRU PUDDLES.
                                OF SAD BROKEN FACES.
                             FOLLOWING FOOTPRINTS.
                               WITHOUT ANY TRACES.
                          THE VISIONS OF EMPTYNESS.
                         CONsUMES ALL YOUR BREATH.
                        YOU CONTEMPLATE HAPPINESS.
                                 TRY TO DELAY DEATH.