Here are just a few poems I wrote very recently. Dank catnip, I swear! ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Awoken afternoon, such sleep so serene A smoke I desired, such pot so supreme Gone were my jeans; contents they spilled Realization; bad thoughts my mind filled “Are you addicted, do you need rehab?†I am not inflicted, but weed indeed I do dab “I don't smoke cigs, I don't drink much beer†I do toke up, but father; please lend me your ear Society is strange, why cannabis so clandestine? Piety we uphold, yet alcohol we consume Overdose on aspirin, but for weed they confine! The truth so vague, all ignorance presume Addiction and pot, a correlation inane On the whim I can stop, for dear Mary Jane But unlike caffeine, and unlike nicotine Unlike heroin, crack, or cocaine Withdrawals are none, no overdose scene I can't expect to change your mind Preconceived ideas, none such benign Skeptical, to believe your child's plea Later on, one day I hope you shall see. The American Dream ~~~~~~~~ Good father, good husband Good children, good life Honest worker he is, role model that is Provides for his family, a job in realty With diligence he works, with late nights on the job He comes home to comfort, light a joint and relax Tired of shady dealings, tired of buying pot He bought two seeds, planted them in clay pots They grew and blossomed, in a shed of the backyard But the smell came too strong, no neighbor disregard His house got raided, assault rifles and guns, His wife and little children, too scared to run They seized his two plants, they cuffed his two hands “I grew them for myself, myself and I only!†The judge knew no different, charged with intent to sell His family had no money, too much money for his bail So his children now left, raised without a father A divorce and no child support, a full-time working mother The kids grew up in dysfunction, hard drugs and meth They say a crime is when someone is being harmed But damage done more from “justiceâ€, an entire family, More harm than already done.
... and other random verses about rolling. Senses, they roll ~~~~~~~~ Rolling rolling, sound I hear Waves of bliss across my ear Picture perfect, on a wall A viewer’s pleasure, in it all Fingers tingles at its tips Lest I take another rip Night borne; morning Morning borne; light A mind-full still clever Like I roll on forever Stopper, stop her! ~~~~~~~ After a tablet and a half And a mouthful of aqua Zach’s content, on his behalf Anxious, we await the aftermath A game of Russian roulette? Getting shot, with dismay it was met Why is it… a Nerf to the head Is almost as fun, as not being dead? Disappointed, these tabs surely don’t work! “Fifteen bucks man, what the hell?” Disappointed, tomorrow they go to work… The tabs; an outcome we hoped well But mazes intricate, maps Michael’s mind His words rained rapid; ripples on river water. For nature never stops, its flows of any kind Likewise his mouth, of such exist no stopper Music? Yes, still thumping in my membrane But extended discussion; constant tangents “Chill-out man! You’re going way insane!” Back and forth, “more room!” he complained Forward and back, an Olympic mad man he went Calling calling; Sam, with consistence. Zach, give direction from his distance! “Left left on that, right right on this” Daftly deranged, we still roll outrageous Sam and Fatima, eventually, they arrive Zach and I, to synthetic beats, melody come alive Michael, his inner thoughts, true words derive Together, deep within, our minds we then dive
This next poem is very dark, traditionally not my style at all but I enoyed writing it. I'm also attaching a poem that is also very experimental, resembling two sides of the same, a "butterfly". It can only be viewed as a word document, because the forum's text boxes do not properly recognize spaces in the verse. Prison Pain ~~~~~~~~ Under the blossom tree holding your teddy bear you slowly wake up now your on the nightmare brink Trapped in an enclosed room you watch through the window the children laugh and play you slowly wave at them they quickly run away In complete isolation the windows are nailed shut you slowly stand up now an end to filling days Enter the realm of hell plead "no more days longer" you slowly say to him "I finished the quota" Dead for eternity and indeed the pain is now no more...
the first one was funny, i like what you're saying. a bit hard to follow with the vocabulary and the poetic structures and rhyme schemes, but i get ya. others might not, but i think that just makes em retarded. good to see the stoned minds of america producing good work. but the second one, american dream was better, i think. have you ever thought of moving away from traditional poetic structure, the rhyme schemes and perfect meter? i like the modern feel, a little more, like Jim Morrison...it seems more accessible. anywho, look forward to more work. i'll prolly comment on the others later, but im in school right now.
can you give us a little more background on "prison pain"? it's aethetically pleasing to read, floats off the tongue, but i dont quite understand the butterfly/prison comparison? im not sure
Senses, they roll ~~~~~~~~ Rolling rolling, sound I hear Waves of bliss across my ear Picture perfect, on a wall A viewer's pleasure, in it all Fingers tingles at its tips Lest I take another rip Night borne; morning Morning borne; light A mind-full still clever Like I roll on forever hahah, this one's awesome. i love it. very clever word-play, completely accessible, yet intelligent. reminds me of "across the universe" by the beatles/lennon.
Thanks guys, I really appreciate the comments. I actually wrote the first 4 poems the same night I rolled for the first time, and for some reason my mind locked into very rhyme-like schemes with irregular patterns. Typically, my poems have similiar subjects, but the poetic structure is more like "Prison Pain". "Stopper, stop her!" is basically the backstory to what actually happened with my friends and myself that same night. When I wrote "Prison Pain", I perceived a little girl who wakes up from a nightmare, crying for her father who had commited suicide in prison. I was also inspired by "To Kill a Mockingbird", with Boo Radley and Tom Robinson. "Butterfly" are the two things that I personally struggle with, that is, the subject of motivation for a realistic goal and the desires for a dream out of reach.