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02-02-2008, 06:39 PM #11Junior Member
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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.
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02-13-2008, 03:41 AM #12Junior Member
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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
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04-29-2012, 05:56 AM #13Senior Member
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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
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10-02-2013, 01:21 AM #14Junior Member
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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.
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12-08-2013, 04:40 PM #15Member
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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
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