Love High
By Robert C Price
I dabble a little
Ain’t no harm in just trying
Inhale your consciousness
Intoxicate every brain cell
Can’t get you out my mind
So I come for more
Enter the gateway
No doubt I’ll stay
Feast on the mere thought of you
Hitting veins to wake up
Blown beyond repair
Keep diggin’ for another
Creating more scar tissue
You keep giving me more
Until I’m worse for wear
But you don’t care
I’m just one more zombie
Stumbling towards sound
Elevated to pipe dreams
Giving up all that is holy
To be left in the corner
Rocking myself to sleep
Yearning for 3 little rocks
To hover in a cloud of smoke
You indulge me
You tease me
You toss them away so callously
From A Clogged Mind 
Breathtaking piece of poetry, I love the way in which you weaved the emotions and how everything was progressing towards that ending that felt like a chokehold of knowledge.
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Thank you for reading It. Glad you liked it.
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I do like the way you compare love to a drug that intoxicates.
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Thanks, Glen. I’m glad you liked it.
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Always do, Robert.
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I’m wondering if you’ve actually used drugs in a needle before. I’m sure you’ve seen it. I have only seen it done, but I have smoked crack. Thankfully I was able to get out of that whole situation.
Are you having trouble getting out of it?
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No, Lorraine. I appreciate your concern. No problems here. This was more of a poem about love addiction or someone being obsessed with another person. At least that’s how I perceived it in my mind. Everyone has a different take on the piece which I love. Varied opinions expressed are great.
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Yes, they are. That’s what I love about poetry. Each person seems to relate to it a different way, depending upon their own experiences. 🙂 Have a good day, Robert.
PS> I’m glad you’re not a druggie.
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🙂
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intriguing and enticing to read – I like the rhythm of your words
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Thank you and I’m glad you found it intriguing.
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Very nice! A tragic story a lot of people find themselves trapped in.
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Thanks for reading, JW
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No problem, sir!
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There’s something really sexy I find about this poem Robert. I could feel the yearning at the end.
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Thank you, Vashti. That’s what I love about poetry. Everyone views it differently. I like how you see the poem where I wouldn’t have thought of it that way.
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Love rocks. Very well done. The short chops of the rhythm remind me of someone rocking in place, unable to settle his mind, for want of the drug.
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Thank you, Bill. I’m glad you liked it.
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