Before we were woke, we just didn't know
hate's the antithesis of enjoying the show!
When my awake evolved, then I could see
each cell 'tis such perfect reflection of we!
Poems
Jesus is a magic mushroom gatherer
stored by his side in a brown satchel.
Jesus cultivating the finest of ganga,
'tis the truest story I will always tell!
The briefness and brevity of mortal longevity
The starkness and nullity of insignificant me
At first inconceivable, beyond unbelievable
Ripe fruit decomposing beneath the hoar tree
I lost a daughter too
My fault what can I do
Let go the wrenching rage
That rips each faded page
Embrace the hallowed truth
That steals our sinless youth
For broken hearts get healed
When sweeter dreams are sealed
I lost a daughter too
But hope can see us through
Be glad for your life there 'tis only the one
and glad leads to happy my fortunate son!
I'm cannabis only, but don't misunderstand
I'm not some fool with my head in the sand
I'm cannabis only, no whiskey, cigs, or beer!
I'm grateful to Buddha for releasing my fear
I'm cannabis only, my memories did return!
I'm happy working cannabis's butter churn
I talk sick my head's tripped
I flinch in the seat of reason,
I wake up heal centering me
happy 'tis 'pon joyful season
Mornin' Mom
Mornin' Pop
In that place
Way up top
On the hill
High above
That one place
You found love
Missing you
Hoping you
Rest in peace
Hitherto
When I'm forgetting Buddha, I'm getting into fights
yes, as I dumbly forsake Buddha I do absolutely die
yet remembering my Buddha echos in me a joy cry
to not forget a Buddha 'tis the Princely reason why!
Fiction 'tis throttled with friction
non-fiction's going stubbornly on
needing to let go of my addiction,
easy ode coax me soberly strong!
