Blue Pills, Stolen Dreams

L. B. Mek


It’s blue pills, blue pills, blue pills

to keep away reality’s tears

awaiting, in all those stolen dreams.


Meat, on fleshly lust

sandwiched, like Velcro disgust

peeled back, in mirror-less showers

no toothpaste for our selfish life choices

of bleeding-gum, trumpeting Blues regrets.


Just young, having fun - no crime, they shriek proud

losing tethers to those tattered ethical seatbelts, of self

in absurdity mirages: titled, self-portrait’s collages.


It’s everything greed and festering gan$green

popularised, with zealotry

of those futureless, nihilistic dogmatics

with dollar store of belt buckle, self-worth

dropping pants at every passing ~ sway.


Acting like restraint, is a forgotten myth

and respect, a sinister - plot twist

of satyriasis warped: vivacity objectification.


As all-things fake, argued - into distorted lies

denouncing, societies pill-mill shopping malls

offering discount rates

for painkillers and Viagra, pop-up stall religions

as faddish copping methods: of cyclical abyss.


Faultless pharmaceuticals with inked assertions

dripping blood; and tax hungry governments, acquiring 

holly water redemption, on wholesome Sundays.


So, they’re free to perverse a generation 

in their working week. Stingy too

gotta get that concentrated Blue, to last

deep - into next morning’s: blue flames of scarlet hue

and greet, that dawning furnace of consequence.


Blue skies, strain to stay merciful

in all, but that final surge of decimation:

hurricane sighs, typhoon tears - streaking 

Nature’s fury, through every season.

Now, comes the real hypocrisy, as think-tanks

announce addiction and divorce rates, aside

STD stat lines, with their government fabricated

aesthetic level, deep-dive’s.



What of Chemistry?

What of Sensuality?

What of Intimacy?

What of Integrity?

What of Romance?

What of Trust?

and for mercy’s: sake

What, of Love!


What, are we teaching?

What legacy do we expect to bequeath?

What - oh what, must happen for us to realise

all that meaningless f’cking, serves only to repress

our potential for creating, something beautiful

that can last more than a night.  

When there’s only a letter of difference, to save us

from fashion trends influence of friend, or fiend…


Why not take it easy and enjoy life, of course we Must

but while embracing: that potential: in All, of life!

Why hide behind short term, self-gratification

in sinister seconds of ejaculation’s, wilful ignorance

to birth stillborn hours of wasteful self-indulgence; when

dog paddling our self-thwarting, debased mindset’s

yields naught, but that mass eruption of self-hate

and its pitiful finale of all-things: pathetically sans.


Still, for some - at least 

it’s not too late, to choose freely

insuring we imbue our choices, with severity

allow questioned logic to steer us away

from immoral fashion’s, conveyor belt - wastefulness 

of this, our one and only opportunity - to savour

those hard earned, diversely entheogenic-fruits

of majestic existence’s: experience platter of life.



© L. B. Mek

July 2021


  • Author: L. B. Mek (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 15th, 2021 02:53
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 78
  • Users favorite of this poem: aDarkerMind, Meg.


  • aDarkerMind

    when i can find the words to praise such a write...I will;
    until then.

    • L. B. Mek

      one of those scribbles, singed
      by that molten ink of frustration,
      appreciate you reading with an open mind, dear Poet
      and your kind words/gesture of support/encouragement
      more than you can imagine, thank you!

    • spilleronsheet

      A plethora of emotions
      That hold
      The beautiful insights
      That join together
      Giving us the guiding lines
      It ends with a charming smile
      Whatever our emotions be
      They are priceless
      Experiences are the best teachers

      • L. B. Mek

        indeed, but we can't help
        trying to warn people, from experiencing
        the more unfavourable aspects
        in our life choices..
        thank you for your insightful comments

        • spilleronsheet

          I could be aware of the thorns
          When I touched the rose
          The beauty stored the thorn
          How careless I am
          to be unknown

        • Neville

          It probably has not quite all, already been said, but I have no doubt, it wont be long, before it has ...

          Therefore and under such circumstances, I shall respectfully allow all those who came both before me and those who will no doubt follow, serve as my mouthpiece ................. Neville

          • L. B. Mek

            you have no idea, how humbling it always is
            just to see your name in my comments, dear Poet
            with the utmost sincerity, I thank you!

          • PrEm Ji

            Blue skies, strain to stay merciful

            in all, but that final surge of decimation:

            hurricane sighs, typhoon tears - streaking

            Nature’s fury, through every season.

            We are facing the worst rainfalls in Kerala from 2018 onward... We must learn to live in tandem with nature... Laotzu told it long back...


            • L. B. Mek

              indeed, our accumulation of selfish, bad choices and decisions
              has meant we now face the wrath of Nature, regularly
              I find it exceptionally insightful of you to make the connection
              between my feeble words and Laozi's wisdom
              '“He who controls others may be powerful, but
              he who has mastered himself is mightier still.”
              (this quote from Taoism's guiding father
              best summarises what I was trying to convey
              not only in this write
              but in my previous one, titled 'If choice remains...'),
              self-restraint, and self-governance
              are so murky and frustratingly complicated
              due to how much, our choices are intertwined,
              while in contrast, how much
              our reactions and choices - differ, from moment
              to incident and from person to person...
              still, we must try!
              (thank you, wise Poet
              for contributing such a meaningful comment)

            • Meg

              This is beyond what writing is. A true pleasure to read, thank you

              • L. B. Mek

                I'm so glad you could connect to this write
                and I humbly thank you, for your generous
                words of encouragement

              • sorenbarrett

                Thought provoking, a strong message sent with ferver. It provokes the question of whether nature and its drive for propagation of the species is stronger that individual bods and love. A powerful write L.B.

                • L. B. Mek

                  a long rant, masquerading as art
                  sorry my friend, thank you!
                  just glad you could relate
                  (a question of perspective I guess, dear Poet
                  broken homes, as barren moral foundations
                  fatherless as our go-to universal, state
                  what else can we expect?
                  nothing wrong with having fun, but
                  when generations assume, all their is
                  to intimacy
                  is that dehumanising physical, lust
                  devoid of emotional connections
                  that's when consequences are born
                  behold: population collapse, at alarming rates...
                  but what do I know, Nature's has a way
                  of correcting our fallibility mistakes
                  we can just do as we want, and wait
                  for that promise land, ice age...!)

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