Marijuana
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Chanting of Ram hath become the greatest sham
That morphs the fanatics into instant Bonds
Giving em virtual license to maim and kill
Marijuana is the antidote for virus called hatred
i think that if i take it into too much consideration,
the momental magic seems to be shaved away.
there were twice as many stars as usual-
Why don't they
understand
We just need to medicate
From our hurt
And all this hate
Its just a plant
We always tell them
But they bitch
Away to jail we go
It’s easier
To say that
I substitute your lips
And your body heat
For marijuana and alcohol
But if we’re both being honest
Tongue.
Mine and yours.
Mine on you.
Body.
Yours and mine.
Yours on me.
Tongue.
Seal the blunt.
Hand.
Roll it.
Lungs.
Inhale and exhale.
Searching
Where are these words I try to speak
Where are these emotions that come before sleep
Why can't I open up to you when you're in front of my face
Why let them out once you've walked away
He took you to his spot
you toked off mini pipes
and swapped stories
and looked at the city lights.
From the top of the Butte.
A concert featuring a rapper.
It was a cold night
January, maybe February
Midnight
Our breath in the air in front of us.
We walked 2 miles to get to the butte.
The ascent took 20 minutes
in coats and tattered sneakers.
In an adverse reality
I'm sure we could live in harmony.
I'm sure an oasis will sprout
With naked men & women
Deer & birds roaming alike,
Conjoined by the gayness within
Roll her up
in the sheets of the night before.
Light her up,
watch her dance round your lips.
She can’t be good to me, they say.
Then why so sweet to my lungs?
Packin bowls and all I smell is loud
My senses gotta be fucked
Since when can I see sound?
Dumbfound you have me
Bruh I'm Not so grounded can we
addicted to zoning out
but still learning about growing out
my mind is always filled with doubt
as I drop the ashes into the grout
I wonder why I'm a social drought
Buddha, Shakespeare, Albert Einstein, Squanto. These are some of the greatest influences in my life. Buddha once said “What we think, we become”; who the hell would have known the mind, the human brain, was such a powerful organ.
So here is a story about how I became oblivious to addiction
with a substance I've been told was something God had gifted
and a gift it was for a while at least
no sense of pain and time's existance just ceased
OLD COTTON MOUTHBY MIRA WILDEROld cotton mouth cannot speak his lips are stuckto his gums and teethbeen smoking weed,since he was sixteengoing on 60 it's the same routine
I used to be a fan of bliss
Used to be a daily habit smoking on that cannibus
I used to be a fan of it
I blew it so heavly I used to just fan the piff
Mary Jane and I used to fly, I was her man to kiss
A freshwater pond sits surrounded by trees,
Its water makes one feel refreshed and cool.
You really want to know what makes me tick?
This guy I know; he acts like a prick.
Does everything in his power to ruin our weeks
Doesn't consider thinking before he speaks
He walks with
his leather jacket slumped over
his shoulders
and his violet backpack
swinging violently
from
his shoulders.
His mouth is
a motor,
mary be that ho3 u get with time and time again
lucy be that classy broad who be makin u wonder if u are jus playing fraud
on yourself.
yes of course thats what i mean
aint that obscene?
i got da weed thata make u ease
the cheese that radiates indigo beams
dope that lets u cope
with reality. in actuality
reality may not even be real
we r just trapped in a bag
and life is the seel.
She's been a friend.
She's been family.
She's been their life,
She was his downfall.
Watching her kill slowly,
But quickly at the same time.
His eyes rolled back,
His body shook violently.
From thee Earth it grow
One of His very own creations
This feeling is going so slow
For these radical denominations
We express our love in tree
Show them we won't stop
Partaking with such glee
