Blood Crow!

Felt like visiting the dark side of the Crow! Digging deep into the mind and flesh to feel a bit of life surge through my pulsing veins. I tried to incorporate two views or meanings of what once was.

The idea has been haunting me for a week now since this MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie did the prompt.

Blood Crow!

When there is
empyreal radiance
Of the divine
there is the
peril darkness
of the imperious
Taking the lives
from the anonymous

Clawed nails
of whalebone
penetrating
cursed veins
Suffering pains
hold down the
Dreaded souls
Hell’s treasures
Last beat of a heart

I am but a tool
a winged demon
becoming a murder
to survive insanity

The blood crow
clipping wings
from  whom desperately
try to flee the aperture
Reaching for the heavens
begging to forgive
Their lifelong sins
killing innocents
in their scorching fires

When there is
empyreal radiance
Of the divine
there is the
peril darkness
of the imperious
Taking the lives
from the anonymous

©Ranting Crow2014-’15

Monday Moaning: Medicated Drugs

Monday Moaning: Medicated Drugs

Now soon as you read the title of this post you must have had an idea. And I a pretty sure many of you looked at the prescribed Marijuana. Which is understandable and may cause for some concern. yet some even thought of the pills doctors prescribe with ease. Xanax anyone or would one rather have an Oxy.

Clearly are many option when it comes to Medicated drugs. Is there a difference between drugs and medicine. How thin is the line between the two really. Is our observation or views on both worlds being distorted. These are just some question I ask myself and have me look with a critic eye to those around me and have an opinion on the matter. Is it as black and white as people like us to believe. Where does this concern come from and what makes something a medicine or a drug?

If just look at what makes a drug or medicine one only have to look at Oxy to have an answer that goes against everything. Though it is a medicine usually prescribed by a doctor it is also used as a drugs. In the first place it is a medicine when prescribed. And it Is not so much a big deal.

Still if we talk about prescribed weed or marijuana we go bonkers. because how can a drugs even be a medicine. It is a drugs period. Just thinking that has you on a one track mind. And if one would ask me, it would even e a distorted  opinion.

How come we are so one track minded when it comes to legal medicine against illegal drugs. the only difference between the drugs is one is prescribed b a doctor, a person we like to trust of doing good. But when a discussion comes up to make marijuana legal or at least medically prescribed we have our opinions ready that drugs should not be legal that way.

Kids eat Oxy like damn m&m’s and they get it prescribed as well. Are you saying that is okay. but relieving a cancer patient from pain is not?

Now the discussion is just very shallow up t this point. because what is drugs and what is medicine? We can’t even answer that truthfully. As the past has clouded our thinking. The way we had our witch hunts on drugs.

In some way I am devil’s advocate. being Dutch and having easy access to marijuana and hasj it might be clear I do believe in legalizing with good control. We have our coffeeshops who have to obey some rules and laws in order to keep providing and open for business. At any giving time the amount should not be exceeded. there is a set weight for any given strain.

The reason I am telling you this is, that our thoughts are different. And so are our opinions but even a legal prescribed medicine is a drug. And that drugs s being prescribed faster in this era than anything before.

Would we ook at some history writings. We see doctors experimenting with leafs (like weed) to kill pain. It was normal to smoke as it relieved pain and stress. Never did we think of the consequences. yet now smoking is banished. Marijuana is now a drugs.How long will it take before we say other kind of pills are just the same.

To be prescribed medicines that can be easily seen as drugs since they have the same characteristics like any other kind of drugs or so labelled pill, plant or medicine.

Will we ever be able to be truthful to ourselves and see that not every thing is what we say or are told it is. Medicine can be drugs to so why can’t a drugs be used as a medicine. The medicated drugs is legal because a doctor says you should use it. It is funny that one man can make a drugs legal with an ‘john Hancock’.

But when they prescribe a drug that is claimed to be a drug it never will be a medicine.

I am kind of loosing some clarity right now. We are obsessed with artificial synthetic drugs in pill form we dislike the natural calming drugs. One of the blogs I follow talked about that 70% of the western population is on a legal drug. To control there stressed life and have them cope with reality. A medicine that is just as addictive as any other kind of so called drug. yet we feel it is normal.

What is the difference between a medicine and a drug. I am not sure anymore. Maybe neither is good, but than why not think it over. And change the system. Why can’t I have a smoke when I feel the need to. but is it okay to take a pill. Will there be a time we see that most of us are on medicated drugs.

Just a rant this Monday moaning. Unsure where the line is between one and the other and why we are so opposed to one side.

 

Society on sale!

Society on Sale!

I do not know how I got here or how it all started. Living a life so mixed that I lost track of what was or even is. I  woke up this one day, naked covered in money in a penthouse. My ass and genitals felt raw and itching and aching of pain. The mirror in the bathroom broken where I saw many faces saying I was a saint or sinner in different voices. None could make more sense and made me dizzy. Their eyes seem drugged and wasted from lack of sleep or usage. Their hair a mess, not one seem pretty. Who would be me.

Who am I or what am I? What was I doing naked covered in money. Where have I been. The room is a mess everything trashed and litter all over the place. The smell of oil coming from the clothes that lie around. It is all so chaotic. Memories have seem lost from my mind. I fall to my knees and start praying with my head against the glass. Looking down seeing small specks moving around in a place I do not know.

What am I doing, what pills were in this bottle. Some smile at me from the floor in their bright yellow. My head is a blur, wasted is my guess from the drugs and liquor. I must have screwed up big time. Who would be the specks walking down their in a world so strange. How much time has past. My hunger is eminent as I pass the wrapping of burgers or fries. I need more to eat get out and take some fresh ait. My clothes are that of a pop star. All bling bling to make me look important.

But where is everybody did they just leave me in this mess of empty bottles. Not even a simple thank you for what ever I have done. I was the one naked and sticky from juices. Flashes. I remember flashes. Camera’s as they threw their money to me. Pictures taken that everyone will see. Here it is, my phone, with hundreds of messages. Telling me, I love me. They follow me every where. To show I do exist. I am wonderful and amazing better than the specks down below.

The elevator ride is slow, camera watching. No mirrors. But I am glamorous. With hot washed clothes, to small for my body. But I matter. Important I can shag my ass and feel my aching back and private parts. Smile I must. They can see me. CLICK me, love me. Yeah my final sip to empty the bottle as told by me. I love me, better than you, who mimics me. But how did I get here in this state. Nothing to remember as yesterday has past. Is it just one day.

Fuck it, who cares I got some arms pressed on my car pushed by some legs to get me places. Watching these specks like animals in this habitat. I am sure they caused this place to decade with their windmills. Making the wind go away and waste the land in this searing heat. What have I been doing for I see many faces in the mirror or any window in front of me. Time to take my medicine. Become the real me. This is all their doing, this is how they made me,

Sure enough you know where to find me. Even the NSA, FBI or CIA know because…

We are many, I am Legion. I am Society.

©Ranting Crow2014

Now I might have pissed someone off. So be it. This was inspired by a song That was showed by a friend of mine. You should giber her a read. The smile from her humorous posts are worth it. You can find the song and her blog here. It is not said you have to agree, but at least give it some thought.

May the read have been to your liking. I for one loved writing it. And would have to say I cannot deny the things I wrote. Leave a thought a comment. Share your arguments.

Best Wishes
Ranting Crow