Demons Riding my Shoulder

Demons Riding my Shoulder

A Poem by Judas Hammer
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Sometimes they are in your head....

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Demons Ride my Shoulders
It's my last night in Sodom
the land of John Homes and Jenna Jaimison
The Harbor City and the Valley of skin
Are kissing cousins
Gravity pulls me toward the sewer
I skip down filthy streets
I live with the homeless and insane
For they are my five year water mark
The only thing that changed are my prayers
They have gotten more violent
like demands
I sometimes scream at the lord
or maybe I scream at myself
I put the saddle on my shoulders
and prepare for the extra weight
for the Demons ride my shoulders
down the busway
off into madness

© 2013 Judas Hammer


Author's Note

Judas Hammer
torment.....

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I use to work in a homeless shelter and it was difficult seeing the deadened eyes of so many people. The place that I worked at had a messaging service for employers to call them back for job interviews, food, clothing and shelter, however, there were only 32 beds and way more homeless people than we could care for. People shouldn't have to live on the streets. More times than not the people had a history of drug abuse and there were very few resources within the community to help rehabilitate them. So, oncwe the person gained some stability - maybe got clean for a couple of weeks - due to the lack of resources they would relapse and either get put back into the systen or go to the streets once again. It was a really depressing job and I was constantly bothered by the way homelessness was dealt with and the lack of attention that the city would give to the homeless. Seeing that the majority of the people had substance abuse problems, I decided to take a job in substance abuse recovery field to try and get a little closer to the source of the problem. This is just a national crisis that dowesn't get much attention and it deeply saddens me. Liked thje subject mtterof this piece. . . very well written.a

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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You've gone to some seriously dark corners here. This one gave me chills.
Your penmanship shakes the soul.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I use to work in a homeless shelter and it was difficult seeing the deadened eyes of so many people. The place that I worked at had a messaging service for employers to call them back for job interviews, food, clothing and shelter, however, there were only 32 beds and way more homeless people than we could care for. People shouldn't have to live on the streets. More times than not the people had a history of drug abuse and there were very few resources within the community to help rehabilitate them. So, oncwe the person gained some stability - maybe got clean for a couple of weeks - due to the lack of resources they would relapse and either get put back into the systen or go to the streets once again. It was a really depressing job and I was constantly bothered by the way homelessness was dealt with and the lack of attention that the city would give to the homeless. Seeing that the majority of the people had substance abuse problems, I decided to take a job in substance abuse recovery field to try and get a little closer to the source of the problem. This is just a national crisis that dowesn't get much attention and it deeply saddens me. Liked thje subject mtterof this piece. . . very well written.a

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Here you grab my attention...in the lines here:

The only thing that changed are my prayers
They have gotten more violent
like demands
I sometimes scream at the lord
or maybe I scream at myself

and then you pick up the pieces and go wherever life takes you...with your burden of truth...

Posted 7 Years Ago


Gritty...I Love it...has an impact that hits hard...Gonzo esque. Dig it.

Posted 7 Years Ago


really good, thought connected poem. Harsh and visceral, but really good.

Posted 7 Years Ago


I like this one,
"It's my last night in Sodom"
you leave sodom to only find yourself in what seems worse conditions, the sewers
frustration with God and oneself,
the ending is surprising, not that demons are fat and heavy because they are really fuken fat
but this part
"down the busway
off into madness"
have you returned back to sodom?:P

Posted 7 Years Ago


Sin is sin and many times we struggle with knowing the magnitudes of sins we are doing. That leads to torturing ourselves from within. Everyone has their own demons and struggles with them. I love the details in this piece and the above is what came to mind after reading this poem. Raw and to the point.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Wow....Intense-emotions....I-commend-you-on-the-the-honesty-you-let-come-through-your-anger...a-lot-to-absorb-in-few-words-but-very-relatable-and-quietly-understood...Kudos....

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Judas Hammer
Judas Hammer

The City of Angeles, CA



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