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The name of my poem is FUCK THE LIQUOR COMPANIES Fuck the liquor companies you robbers of souls You're the reason legalized weed can't be smoked in bowls Fuck the liquor companies you slayers of the liver Can't let us have the gentle high that weed will deliver Fuck the liquor companies you killers of drivers Don't make available a better way to get higher Fuck the liquor companies you twisters of the mind If marijuana were legal your sales would fall behind Fuck the liquor companies your advertisements and sales You're the reason marijuana fields are burned by the bales Fuck the liquor companies and the families you're robbing How much money have you spent on political lobbying Fuck the liquor companies for all the holidays they've trashed While police raid houses who have a little weed stashed Fuck the liquor companies for what you sell is addiction Knowing damn well with weed there is no such affliction Fuck the liquor companies you know prohibition didn't work You want all the money and won't have a competitor lurk Fuck the liquor companies and their gift boxed sets A gift of gentle ganja is a gift we'll never get Fuck the liquor companies and the power they hail While petty pot criminals overflow all local jails Fuck the liquor companies portraying sex and wealth Your product is a toxin and you don't care about our health Fuck the liquor companies and think of this if you might Have you ever seen anyone smoke weed and then get into a fight?
Mornin' Chance The heart flutters like the wings of a hummingbird, mockingbird or mocking-jay. I need the nourishment so I pick up the weed, the word and quickly light up a j. A morning routine to cover up the nerves voice loud, chest puffed, wings loud, while the flight is on lock down. Pop a script not the scripture dozing off to the mixture dosing off the night before the beat flew me cross a humble round of pitchers. Morning vent got me showing y'all the pictures and no matter what I write my own scripture. Momentum got me up off the bed with a hop to my step tap tap tap feeling on my chest. For the sun to beam down and show me boundaries is like the neighborhood dog telling me to do my laundry. I laugh it off as quick as it comes but when the sun is down and the dawn plums that dog is a god tryna turn me into a drum. The moon falls down in crescent descent; a cradle for my shambled mess of a head. Walking about wandering and wondering, an end of a day before it even began. I plucked the strings of a fellow friend for an hours time till those fingers cried. And a blue island severed my inhibition again to do what's mandatory on an abandoned mission. Nights like these I stumble over to the pier and pray for my cradle to turn into a full steer, so my fluttering kicks starts the engine of the dead above oceans lilting line foaming pitch of dark I flow out the night sky with my first head. Mesmerized by city hues and remaining galactic clues. Timeless as the work I make watching the lonely stark sea with glimmers of trade ships just across the black horizon our son shines my morning into the oceans north star plea to be found and heard from a girl to birth, I play my silence.
Was just looking through my old poems, and thought I'd throw up one I was reminded of when an old friend contacted me last night. Another cold and cloudy day The whole sky is covered in gray It's hard to move or try to think So from the kitchen I grab a drink I look at my phone, which is still dead No incoming calls to lift it's head I sit in my room to kill 6 hours Awake for 8, and my tongue still cowers No one to listen so no reason to speak All of a sudden my eyes start to leak Then out of nowhere, my phone starts to ring Old friends placed aside the petty things At the same time, the clouds start to clear And dissipate, just like my fears
Auto-Biography Why do you itch self-destruction? Goosebumps rising names you wish you could abandon in the recesses of your angry past Transgressions against yourself aren't always as clear as you're told they are emotional masochism coursing virulent through half-drunk veins Playing childhood games fragile daydreams turned nightmares because you'd rather hoard those pills an insurance policy for the “maybes†in your mind So one decade slips into the next and you slip in and out of varying states of your own tainted consciousness
The broken gas mask That masked my first and last pass Passed Extremely exposed to the toxic ghost I'd like the most of what I can find In midst of the mist, the list is short But it's all I can kiss Despite the shit and piss Environmentally infused to create missed Targets who refuse grace Fumes zoom with a loom -ing hate, shake, and rape parade as one The bruise on her body can't be undone It's losing nature won't be overcome A suffocating list dotted with Beauty and love Grace and his stuff Mercy and sharing No judgement No staring Pairing my list With an otherworldly hope The suffocation dies If I keep it up close **** I'm still new to this whole writing thing so it's a very sloppy and erratic poem. I kinda like it though!
I wrote this poem while eating food with my family (who is African American). Some Old White Lady was giving us some pretty nasty glares every time we laughed or smiled. I can feel your judging nature Your eyes placid and outrageous You're sickened by the phases That the youth go through these days Enraged by common sense And medicine to keep the lips zipped Your comfortable You're satisfied You've gone to church, rectified Suucide seems like a cop out Culture seems like a dry drought So you take and take and own And grab lands and call them home Because they're comfortable You're precise in your actions Articulate in your moves Tamed by the beatitudes And taught to praise your pagan god Like we're suppose to Because it's comfortable You don't utter regrets You've got opportunities and chances Mild finances don't bother you much You got green fingers and Accented desires that mimic The Fire that's been burning Since the moment your people began burning Whatever is primal or doesn't make You feel comfortable You're so conflicted It troubling seeing your worries Spilled out over epitaphs and words That hurt everyone but you the most For the host has to live With whatever they grow To make them comfortable I can see your influence I can see you're influenced by your influence I can see you're sick and tired But you fight and shove Your horse into whatever stable seems fit To find some kind of peace or reverence To find something comfortable It weighs on you You're held responsible for shit you didn't do Whatever's true matters only to you It doesn't matter to the boys in blue Or the ones in red That'd take a life instead Because you're very presence Makes every ebony essence Feel uncomfortable You're not comfortable None of us are and your Direct rhetoric darting from your eyes That stare so blankly that I can't help But to stare and lose my self Cause you're scared and I get it And I wish I could take it all away And feel comfortable
Yea well this isn't going to be the greatest shit you've read but u must be bored... Pull the trigger &wash the pain down with some liquor. this love was so sweet but now it tastes bitter. My wounds were never takn care of I'm infected like a nasty blister. I'm sniffn somethin that gets my nose burnin, Rub me the right way & u got me yearnin. Looking for u Romeo you have this potion. You rock me the right way even though our boat no longer floatin. The way u scream at me it itches, It wakes up the pain, it triggers my anger widgets. Taking hits while I figget. Don't worry ill be fine once I finish, just give me a minute. In the meantime u need to realize, what u do to me makes my life feel finalized. My mind is traumatized, all fucking dead inside. My heart beats but I'm not alive. I live evil i feel it at my finger tips. & yes that shit is flipped but not everybody see's it. My screams are silenced because your hands cover my lips. Your smiling while I suffocate, why do i kiss you, why do I love your hate
short narrative poem I wrote up Rising above the limitless plains I see it, Clouds a little over, burdened by the rain. So I am saddened by what I understand remains unlit. Heart to hearth, and hearth to heart, to heart to heart... Fireplace like truths waiting unused, to be bright and burned; Free and frozen, famous frauds framed me as a freak. For those I love, well trodden paths appear hidden amongst the ferns. Finding myself the hero, brandishing torch, illuminating tirelessly. Courage from those I knew, fleeting glimpses of what is sacred, Courage for the unsung mystics, shouting clues to give in to...the sacred. Holiness appearing to those ill suited to the task ahead, letting you know. You appear to me like six thousand candles under the moonlight; Incandescent through and through, nowhere blind to what is aglow. Immovable tower, delectable insights into what makes midnight, Realizing the lonesome cries of the Coyote , so far, so far from you.
Hopped up out the beddd Turn my stove onnn Took a look in the fridge like Whats up?! Yeahhhhh, bacon & eggssss Toasssst
Kill me fucking kill me. Dreams squandered . Time wasted. Kill me fucking kill me Sent from my HTC One using Grasscity Forum mobile app
For Shari III Awaken to find yourself aboard a vessel- a grand sloop- an enourmous, gallant being made by the tiniest of things. You are its sole occupant. Because it lives, it keeps you safely within... warmed from cold, sheltered from storm, protected from embattlement, and loved from loneliness. Broad as the sky is wide, its hull battered, weathered, though strong maintains its beauty with tall sails billowing forth excitedly by the winds of the Sun. Bucking gently about at port, anxious to be free, eager to move, impatient to travel, its bow aimed at some distant point beyond the night. You wonder its direction. Go... Release the moorings, cast the ties, set forth...explore... realize your dreams and worry not your fate. Set afloat and entrust the great ship with your soul as you have freedom by will have solace by imagination have love by hope and let faith be your courage. Though it knows the way, the ship begs you... invites you... to take the wheel into your hands, to hold fast to hold steady to hold lovingly and to feel its might as it slips the bonds of worlds, dances the beams of pulsars, and skims the edges of black holes. Go... Fly swift and sure upon gossamer wings through the great sea where rules chaos and calm, where the stars are your fane, where a pale blue dot lays distant in your wake and where the future stretches out ahead. In this endless flight that carries you through space... through time... through all that ever was... through all that is, you find limitless beauty as millions of lights wink out while millions more are born amongst vast clouds that glow colorfully, magnificently, against the silence of the dark and witness many wondrous things yet to be. Go... No quest greater than this place from where you stand and the universe, a gift to you, flows effortlessly around because it is commanded by that vessel which carries you, brought to power by your love... my heart. Together... Journey with me, my love... straight away to Orion, to the treasure hidden within his sword, we go vigilantly, bravely... never urgent, always calm. Seconds hold still for us and history fades quckly as we make our way to a very special place, to a beautiful life, to where all is anew and forever isn't a time... it's only the beginning. -Michael
"She held his hand as the conductor whistled his habitual farewell. A grasp, an attempt at slowing the hands of which has no bounds.''
Just another scar she said. One to add to the collection. The shattered dreams she's had, the burn as the needle pulls from the new injection. She turns and walks away, leaving the scars of the newest rejection. I feel the pain, I don't sense the lack of connection. As it stands we all thrive on these thoughts of perfection.