“I have to give credit where credit is due. I woke up one recent morning thinking about something my sister Jami said. She mentioned Xanax and ice cream in the same sentence. I’d never heard the two used in conjunction with each other. Thought about it all day. Later, going to bed, I woke up around three A.M. with that thought of Xanax and ice cream in my head; in the dark I grabbed my flashlight, a notebook and pen and started to write. The following is what came out.
Yeah, it’s mystical, cryptic…I’m not even sure what it means to me, but as poems often do, they mean something different to different people. Yeah, the poem has a meaning to be implied, but probably only to me. However, I hope you can find another meaningful meaning behind the veil of this epigram.” –Moraldiplomat
Xanax And Ice Cream
‘My poet today, a shroud over the journey;
the answer behind a veil……this is my tale.
An unusual event exists, while I eat my Xanax and ice cream.
A daughter’s wish, a father’s kiss.
Where there’s madness there’s sadness.
I’m waiting intently munching on Xanax and ice cream.
Altered looks, awkward styles;
I’m killing my flesh, just for a while…….
must be the Xanax and ice cream.
A burley man in the sand, taken by charm;
but goes to work doing no harm.
I’m in a vase, sound the alarm- I’m the team!
I didn’t bring my Xanax and ice cream.
Mother goose is on the loose, happy she is as well.
We stood watching, took a dip in hell;
the water is fine with my Xanax and ice cream.
Pinocchio’s on her strings, I’m made but with no wings.
Halloween in the 4th, I need to be normal;
one day I can fly, if I could just have what seems, that tasty semblance of Xanax and ice cream.
Borrowed memories from the past, no they don’t last;
but they will with Xanax and ice cream.
Dismal days fill the gaps, stress no more.
My time has come; as for the rest of us, it’s Xanax and ice cream.
Up ahead in the distance I see the finish line, I can almost scream! I know what awaits….it’s my Xanax and ice cream.’