George The official toxicity limit for humans is between one and one and half grams of cocaine depending on body weight. I was averaging five grams a day, maybe more. I snorted ten grams in ten minutes once. I guess I had a high tolerance.
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An Errand
Back from an errand,
And to communicate with you is all that i want;
For your energy is like that of mine.
36 grams of love and 72 days of care,
It will only take 5 minutes for you to understand my muse;
But let this love be very clear between us.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I'm either shooting nine grams of coke a day or spending two hours at the gym. There's no middle ground.
quote by Dave Navarro
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Be realistic
Pity in tones
Weighs less than
Succour in grams.
Advice in reams
Spans less than
Guidance in bits.
29.12.05
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I do the cooking at home. Where we eat no more than 100 grams of meat a day and have 'tons' of fresh vegetables. I prepare the vegetables with a wide range of herbs, spices and such. We also keep on hand lots of fruit, yogurt and great breads.
quote by Graham Kerr
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Zisaman
A certain size!
Grams,
Units,
Per second,
Tremendous,
And this also needs to be done;
But, i am Zisaman in the land of your muse.
French fries,
The combination of things,
And, to the altar of prayer!
But, at the very spot of love;
For, i am Zisaman in the land of your muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I have Friends, you know...
I have friends
you know
Friends
who buy coke
a 100 grams
at a time,
from bearded men
on big bikes.
Friends
who keeps
their guns
loaded and
whose nocturnal
adventures
appear in papers
Who occasionally
do time
and who would do
other
things for me
If only asked.
I have thought about it;
mad on liquor
and love lost,
and though blinded
by both,
we
are
both
still
alive
and well
poem by Carsten Thomsen
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I remember when…
I remember when Heather asked me out for you
I remember when I dumped my girlfriend for you because I was even then falling for you
I remember when I went over to your home to meet Grams and I felt like I was home
I remember when I kissed you for the first time my heart skipped a beat
I remember whenever we talked I would smile like a fool. And still do
I remember when I said that I loved you you said it back.
I remember all these things and more…
poem by Joe Johnson
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Tooth Decay
It's all busted.
With expectations so cheap.
Lies and deceit.
Let the fiction reap.
Oh reap what she can.
For in this world of the damned
When you make a demand, it is questioned and counter questioned.
As if your never right.
As if you have absolutely no insight.
Try as you might.
You just won't be able to fix her tonight.
No not tonight.
She ugly, she unfortunate, and of her your so blissful.
It is as if she don't exist.
A marker on a map.
A designation area for the collapse.
The poverty level is just to low here.
The perfect spot.
Let the experimentation begin.
Let it spread and rot.
Like your grams a teeth.
One by one the areas are gone.
And as human being it is not fault but our own.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Cocaine
If you want to go out
You've got to take her out, cocaine
And if you want to get down
Down on the ground, cocaine
She don't lie
She don't lie
She don't lie, cocaine
Well if you've had bad news
You want to kick your blues, cocaine
And if your day is done
But you just got to run on, cocaine
She don't lie
She don't lie
She don't lie, cocaine
Feeling is gone but you just
Got to ride on, cocaine
But don't forget this fact
You just can't get it back, cocaine
She don't lie
She don't lie
She don't lie, cocaine
She don't lie
She don't lie
She don't lie, cocaine
(cale)
(copyright 1979 skyhill publishing company inc.)
song performed by by Nazareth
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Keep Moving toward a Perfect Union
Twin girls
Aquatic pair.
Strangers.
Swimming
Side-by-side
Sipping sap.
Doubles
No yolks...no chick
Cherry portion
Belly to belly
School and home they
Talk and play. Freedom
Separates them in-two-way
Mom knew XX were
From XY…asking not why?
Cords snipped,
doc slapped, towled
and wiped.
Separated,
Each.
Each.
Friends
Each holding
up her end
July 21,2006 [reedited]
Almedia S. Knight or (ASK
After a little chat with Kamille one of the twins, later, she ask me to
Write about what we’d talked about. Here to you: Kamille, and your twin Kayla:
Nine months you shared the same little
Embryonic pond nourishing the same sweet sap
Not once did you fight…so why now?
Love.
Grams
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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Your Excellency
Your Excellency, a Lady of Separation!
I am cold, and that's a damnation!
The letter in the envelope, do not tear, my dove!
I am not lucky in death, I'll be lucky in love!
Your Excellency, a Lady of Luck!
For someone you are kind, for another one a chuck
Nine grams in the heart, just wait, do not call!
I am not lucky in death, I'll be a winner once for all.
Your Excellency, a Lady of Alienation!
You didn't love, though your hugs were a fascination!
In your silky nets do not let me shove!
I am not lucky in death, I'll be lucky in love!
Your Excellency, a Lady of Victory!
My song is a Glory and History!
Stop the devil's swearing in blood!
I'll be lucky in love in spite of a crud!
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Cocaine Blues
Everytime my baby and me go up town
police come and they knock me down
Cocaine all around my brain
Hey baby, better come here quick.
This old cocaine is making me sick.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Yonder comes by baby, she's dressed in red
She's got a shot-gun, says she's gonna kill me dead.
Cocaine all around my brain
Hey baby, better come here quick.
This old cocaine is making me sick.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Early one morning, half past four
cocaine came knockin' on my door.
Cocaine all around my brain
Hey baby, you better come here quick.
This old cocaine is making me sick.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Cocaine's for horses and it's not for men
Doctor said it kill you, but he don't say when.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Hey baby, you better come here quick.
This old cocaine is making me sick.
Cocaine all around my brain.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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I don’t know if God plays ball
I don’t know if God plays ball
soccer or foosball or bacci ball.
Well, I’m a Frenchman and
boules is the name of my game.
Being on the ball is like playing
with Gigi little girls. When God
created Eve I wonder did He
have in mind dirty old men
and did He mean putting man
behind the eight ball
and did He know that eons later
round the corner of the square ball
someone hooks up with
a hooded guy who sells 3.5 grams
of meth and coke and damn,
that 8 ball is already gone!
I wish I had another!
I start singin’ a tune, I don't drink
brass monkey, like to be funky
and my name ain’t Eazy-E
your 8 ball junkie.
We did an eight ball of blow and
danced until next morning.
I ain’t never goin’ out
With an eight-ball Chiquita
Cuz I got balls and I ain’t
givin’ her mine and
she ain’t playin’ with mine.
I wish God had more balls
and my brain marinate
in mothballs.
~~~
Alex Nodopaka Aug©2010
AD Something
poem by Alex Nodopaka
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Respect God's Gift
My queen of many sweets…
Grant me thy royal seat…
Without you I'm not complete…
No other shall adorn my sheets…
For you, my queen are unique…
I'm attracted to your energy…
God created you just for me…
Together we are foot-loose and fancy free…
There will never be another you for me…
Your love is where I should be…
God created the deep blue sea…
And all that swim in thee…
God created a queen for every man…
Your love is like grams of sand…
Excellent for filtering the man…
For you… are many…your love for me…
Is plenty…
And without you I would be committing a sin…
Now and again…
So, be surprised…
That I obey, not just for thighs…
But because I love you…your beauty…
And your wisdom show…
As a person… I can't doubt you…
Any more…Mother of the womb…
A railroad for slaves…
Concubine to a (master) …
It was my life you save…
There is no shame in being your slave…
You have endured much…
And yet…
You have the sweetest touch…
I can't help… but to love and respect you…
MUCH…
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Irony
this world has known so much anger
it is in fact bored with anger
and fed-up with violence
and so i will not add to it
i will give it laughter to lighten its mood
it is fuming
it is square-faced
it is into serious trouble
i will give it the comfort that it deserves
a square meter of green grass
a few liters of rain
a kilometer of a river
twenty grams of clouds
two trees filled with ripe fruits
three cans of crystal blue sea
a tiny sun inside a glass of water
three stars inside a bucket of milk
a moon inside a wrapper of biscuit
i promise i will not urinate on it
neither shall i spit in any of its corners
i will whisper to its bosom
i love you
i will tell its rainbow
i will care for you
i will be careful in my steps
not to hurt its fingertips.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Alfredo N. S., Poet, Dead.
he was the first man that showed me how rain can be made inside an audio-visual room
without the use of anything,
nothing about colors, taste, brush, medium,
there are no clouds, chunks of cirrus,
of nine grams of nimbus,
he simply sat on a long chair
his legs not reaching the floor
his fat belly round like a suspended moon
his lips thin like a grain of rice
light was focused on his mouth which then
started to say the words,
and then it rained from the ceiling
we saw it, we were amazed
i felt so cold and i told myself i wanna be like him someday.
the news came to the university that he died
early dawn,
at such a young age, when his wife was still two months pregnant
with their first child,
such a brief, beautiful life,
which i can never have, but i promised myself i wanna be like him
someday
i will make rain from the ceiling of a dark house
where everyone can feel the strange cold,
that they will believe in
the power of poems
that poets in some aspects even if useless can be
powerful items too of
this intricate system of intertwines.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cocaine
By j. j. cale
If you wanna hang out youve got to take her out; cocaine.
If you wanna get down, down on the ground; cocaine.
She dont lie, she dont lie, she dont lie; cocaine.
If you got bad news, you wanna kick them blues; cocaine.
When your day is done and you wanna run; cocaine.
She dont lie, she dont lie, she dont lie; cocaine.
If your thing is gone and you wanna ride on; cocaine.
Dont forget this fact, you cant get it back; cocaine.
She dont lie, she dont lie, she dont lie; cocaine.
She dont lie, she dont lie, she dont lie; cocaine.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Stop well before
Patients have a limit;
Tolerance has a limit.
Beyond it, if you test
You would be hit back hard.
Better stop well before,
Not knowing the boundary.
Pleasing has a limit;
Yielding has a limit.
Beyond it, if you test,
You will be shown the door.
Better stop well before,
Not knowing the boundary.
17.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Skies The Limit
Written by christine mcvie
If Ive been acting just a little strange
And you have noticed it too
Its cos my life has been rearranged
With the presence of you
The sky is the limit now
We can hit it on the nail
And when we do
Ill think about you
How can we fail
Can you give me one reason why
Youd ever let me down
I wont believe it baby, but Ill try
The truths goin to come around
The sky is the limit now
We can hit it on the nail
And when we do
Ill think about you
How can we fail
The sky is the limit
Oh the sky is the limit
How can we fail
Sooner or later
Ill keep the promise
I made to you
Sooner or later
It will be greater
Then we ever knew
The sky is the limit now
We can hit it on the nail
And when we do
Ill think about you
The sky is the limit now
We can hit it on the nail
And when we do
Ill think about you
How can we fail
The sky is the limit
Oh the sky is the limit
How can we fail
Oh the sky is the limit
How can we fail
The sky is the limit
Oh the sky is the limit
How can we fail
The sky is the limit
Oh the sky is the limit
How can we fail
The sky is the limit
Oh the sky is the limit
How can we fail
The sky is the limit
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Agony
And in spoonful oil
Kitchen is busy frying
Mustard and lentils two tablespoons each
And chillies hundred grams
And a pack of cigar or raw tobacco
In added two tablespoons of oil
Then to grind with lemon size tamarind, salt
To make tobacco chutney
And the water soaked tobacco
Kitchen is busy grinding
With salt and cashews handful
To make balls, be deep fried in oil
Be added to a masala tomato puree
To make tobacco kofta curry
And to the cooked rice
Kitchen is busy seasoning
With fried clove, cardamom, and cinnamon
Onion and ginger-garlic paste, salt
Sauted well with flavoured tobacco
Then to garnish with cut cigar pieces
To make tobacco biryani
Tobacco chutney, tobacco curry
Tobacco biryani..what next..
Forgotten Kitchen hurrying
To make more koftas
Be put in sugar syrup
To make tobacco jamuns
Then you see, exhausted Kitchen
Under the wildly running fan rests
Wildly coughing out
Her heart despite its rapidness
Awaiting patiently her lover
Who's been chained to her delicious cooking
poem by Indira Renganathan
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