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Hit This
hit this
do it now
inhale exhale
you know you want to
I know I want to
breathe in breath out
rush donâ??t stop
relax
easy now
feel it
lovely
relax
my friend
be at peace
let you soul
be overwhelmed
the astral insight
is revealed
realize the shamanistic
significance
mm
every green herb for man
and God called it good
I wrote an original poem today after reading 'The Voice' by Thomas Hardy. I shall post his poem first, then mine.
The Voice
Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me,
Saying that now you are not as you were
When you had changed from the one who was all to me,
But s at first, when our day was fair.
Can it be you that I hear? Let me view you, then,
Standing as when i drew near to the town
Where you would wait for me: yes, as i knew you then,
Even to the original air-blue gown!
Or is it only the breeze, in its listlessness
Travelling across the wet mead to me here,
You being ever dissolved to existlessness
Hear no more again far or near?
Thus I; faltering forward
Leaves around me falling
Wind oozing thin through the thorn from norward,
And the woman calling.
Here's my poem:
Healing takes time
Why can emotions become just so...
Why must my mind remain in woe
Overbearing, powerful and tough
While thoughts recycle, the loss is rough
This person who has such effects
Leaves and moves on, without regrets
Pain and loss and loneliness
All on earth that i had left
Tears fell down my face that day
No one yurns to feel that way
A bench, alone, a park, at dark
Where was hope to make its mark?
Life goes by and time goes on
Good times shared, the sun that shone
Memories stay, I shall not forget
Bad days there, and then she was gone...
I wanted her back, my feelings were true
She doesn't know me, infact: 'Who are you?'
Once there was closeness, and then i felt empty
Emotions that effect me, the desires that tempt me
Healing takes time, hearts heal not in a day
I longed for contentment, again I say
I strive on to find happiness again
I continue to smile, up until then...
The Burning
Sinuous tendrils of serpentine smoke,
Sweetly caress and viciously choke.
I Feel now the blisters,
And feel now the pain,
In this fell era,
When madness does reign.
Shed not a tear for me,
Vainly now burned.
Though death may now court me,
My heart has not turned.
One day there will come,
Sweet reasonâ??s repose,
And sad chapters of fear,
At last shall be closed.
- GLODD
Sweet poems guys, you have talent. I wrote this one a while back, it's about the downfall of society.
Iconoclast
help us find the difference in right and wrong,
when all our rights come undone.
help us see blue skies on a rainy day,
and celebrate all of society's decay.
It made us,
it granted us,
it saved us,
it damned us
it owns us
it rules enthroned over us.
we made it
we granted it
we saved it
we damned it
we own it
it rules enthroned over us.
how can we see, we thrash around blindly,
victims of our own stupidity,
we cut ourselves down then sublimely,
come to our senses then turn back around
and fall back down, down, down into our calamity.
Our acrid stench engulfs us,
we try to escape but it follows us.
Though its ours it repulses us,
and slowly begins to swallow us.
Wallowing around in our beautiful cesspool
shame! it's not called success you fool!
Its called sinking down into our endless muck,
now thanks to you we can never be unstuck!
Now we're stuck, and we're swimming in our guilt.
looking around at this house we've built,
"Tear it down! Burn it to the ground!" you say,
But after all your efforts, it doesn't even sway.
We breathe the haze of this sticky green
I fly higher than any cloud soarin
It gives me the insperation
to write this lyricall cocaine
line by line
your brain snorts it all
as you bleed nothing but ink
through your veins
writing in calligraphy
letting these words describe
my world
Meh it has no title i just wrote it in class today doesn't rhyme just me writing down how i felt.
did i do something?
or am i paranoid?
i thought we were going to spend some time together.
is it me?
or am i dillisuional?
am i seeing something that isn't there?
its happening again, De ja vu
this is how it started before
i love you, loved you.
shit i don't know anymore
when i'm with you there is no doubt.
but when were with other people i start to wonder.
and when were apart i can't help but think,
Why are we together.
are we right?
is it right?
i don't know anymore.
i thinks its paranoia.
i think i'm dillusional.
I just hate myself for thinking like this!
She stands below the evening storm
Thoughts of a life passing by
The darkness of a empty farm
And the silence of the sky
She hopes that day will come
He'll travel this way again
She knows the search has begun
Looking for that lifetime friend
In time, that light will come
Shining in his eyes
All her dreams will become one
The highest of all highs
Bag of leaf
Bag of life
Bag of vapor
From one bag
Through another
On a stream of air
Bag of weed
From bag seed
I sweat and bleed
Light... Air... Water
For another bag
For another day
Carefully wrapped
Paper flowers
For the patient
To ease the pain
Long and thin
A paper tulip
Made of flowers
To ease the pain
A bouquet of flowers
Fills the air
A blooming miracle
To ease the pain
Roots in a bucket
Reaching for light
Twelve hours of sunmaster
Twelve hours of night
Emerald canopy
Elegant and lush
Roots in a bucket
Remember to flush!
angiosperm as chrysalis
Gentle as the light of Aphrodite, oh goddess of Ur,
from the spun earth where KI arose to the gossamer
of all lands spun and the land its own, Turtle Island,
bring praise to my lips for that so beautiful in
sacrifice to you. Did you not, perfect gate of dawn,
acknowledge the offering near my prayer gathering
compost where my best in gratitude is given you?
Can I not say Inanna holds the gift glad in her heart?
Sesbania exaltata, Kannabis, Cannabis sativa, O
red haired ones of rare seed, Indica, one season
giving as the tree, with what eagerness you leave
the ground for air, the ground of your exultant
growing! Inanna holds you smiling. Ahh, IA.
The first breath is out, then, the first breath
is in. The colors out are of choosing...in
is this lover of earth and such growing and air.
You would be light, you hurry so to that seeming
perfection. Have your dreams, good plant, let
me do nothing to hinder them or you. Ahh,
your sun ended roots travel with serpentine ease
gently healing; rootless, you travel the earth,
Memory, Heart and Center, Marijuana,
Medicine, Food, Fiber, Incense for
the Love of Sex, Seed of all or each of these.
Tyranny hates you, Repression nightmares
striking you dead, you fatigue the sentry.
Deer range miles for your seedlings, your
fruit leads the hungry to strength, those you
cannot assist you repel from your magic,
you may visit or you may trellis your making
on a skeleton, yet, and also as light, you
are in passing through, fearing no harm
and bringing no worse than your warning. High
your growing, wild your roots, confident your
mercy, strong your making, your seed brings a love
from earth; your flowering, sun to fire, loveâ??s heat
into light disappearing, your body loves air
long through the weathering of sea, mountain
or shelter; Mistress of the wild, Protector
of the tired places, Laughterâ??s messenger, Ahh.
I wrote this poem some years ago when I was just 16 years old. At the time I was highly religious, and I am now a firm atheist. Oh how things change. I still like the poem, though. Notice the patterns of alliteration, etc.
With The Lord As My Salvation.
Though I come in anguish, this I pray:
That my spirit be not led astray,
That in peace and peril I live each day,
With the Lord as my salvation.
Though death besiege me I shall not fear,
To the Holy Spirit I must adhere,
His glorious grace I long to hear,
With the Lord as my salvation.
Through times of torment and in war,
When righteous blood begins to pour,
My faith shall strengthen all the more,
With the Lord as my salvation.
Amen.
Here is another poem I wrote when I was 16. I was experimenting with styles, and so this one is intentionally difficult to read. You may need to read it a few times to understand what is going on under the surface.
Come Forth!
Come forth!
look what we have done let
your eyes for a
moment blanket the oppressed
faces of those
we have spat
upon
Look!
their cheeks tear-stained
their lips long defeated by
poverty
eyes wearied searching for a
trace of hope just a small
trace
Listen!
let their cries conquer
your selective ears their
shrill screams seek to
be heard unanswered
prayers
evading pity as they plead for an
ounce of peace
Make haste!
follow the footsteps
previously taken let the fortunate
rub salt
in their wounds with your
skillful arrogance slam the
door on their
faces and rest your head
peacefully
on your pillow of pride
I came to her with my love
she refused
In a dream I went for a hug
she refused
I watched her watching me die
and I cried
Too rude and crude
In her eyes
I am just a bug.
She just squashed me
had a cigarette and shrugged
Imagine a feeling of freedom so intense and vivacious that it is unlike anything you have ever been taught to experience.
Imagine the ability to perceive and receive a happiness that you have only felt long ago, once upon a time when you were in touch with the part of your soul and identity that gave love and passion freely without judgment or suspicion.
Imagine experiencing a rush unlike nothing you ever could have thought capable of occurring.
Get in tune with the musical vibe that you feel as you ride the waves of the base that ripples like rolling stones in tranquil clear water.
Taste the sweet, sweet nectar of a vibrant green jewel that allows you to escape all and any negativity, and relive your simplicity, explicitly through,
just
one
hit.
Now I am stoned, high as the sky, flying by the eye of the earth. Never crazy,or wild just complacent, black and mild.
And this for me is medication, revelation and an improvisation of ideas that flow endlessly, my safe form of "NZT", exposing my mind completely to me.
I am every stoner, I am creatively blazed, and oh how I crave the frost from the haze in this joint!
I am the hungry stoner who can taste the pure essence of flavors and sweet memorizing tastes after the first bowl,
I am the productive stoner who can tackle the most rigorous tasks with such vigorous speed and compliance,
I am the intellectual stoner whose mind knows no boundaries or limits, I am the observant stoner who knows the key to the gateway of your identity,
I am the curious stoner who endlessly searches for the answers that explain the mysteries of our world.
Yes I am every stoner and collectively I reflect tales of the intuitive stoner...sit back relax and flow with me on my journey.
Title : Perpetual Cycles
Double Ethere style poem
Smoke
Breathe deep
Cough and hack
Its taste so sweet
Couch locked coma
Battle munchies, legs weak
Crawl to the kitchen on hands and knee
Take another toke and figure it out
Take a couple bites, nothing looks good
Pizza sounds good, or maybe lay down
Should I crawl on my hands and knees
Not sure that I can stand
Got major munchies
Couch locked buzz
Its so sweet
Breathe deep
Smoke