you got reggie
it's the regular ****
named after reggie bush
or miller
it's not that killer
but roll it up
pour yourself a cup
see how it tastes
after a few puffs
you'll realize
that you're still pretty hi as ***
haha
aint that somethin
might be a lil higher
depends on what u think
or want it to be
before you smoke it
call it blue dream
forget about the stems and the seeds
relax
and enjoy the breeze
on the beach
smiling
blowin the trees
with your flip flops on
or wherever you want to be
when you get high
your mind is free
anything you dream
or create and bring
to the world
is a new reality

super cute kids
put smiles on our faces
just from being honest
we know what they mean
when they said it
or maybe they used the wrong word
but we heard
everything they meant
it's a good thing
when time is spent
with a little kid
just trying to live
and learn
and feel loved
it's a gift from above
and beneath
to see
their smiling faces
tuck them in
watch their chest as they breathe
little boy's got a fever
get him a wet sleeve
wrap his head
make some tea
put him to sleep
and hope that when he wakes
alive he'll be
and well
rested
ready to keep living
and growing
so he can learn
and keep showing
one day
he'll be like you
and remember what you did
and back he'll give
reciprocation
a high inclination
to love
and give back
that's not whack
that's reality
so play that back
play with those toys
couple little boys
and a little girl
her hair twirls
put a smile in their world

every time i write
i just don't know
what to do
how to go
how to get it started
what to write about
think about
express
share
with others
and see who cares
what's going to connect
what is rare
what makes someone stare
so hard at the screen
and be locked in
visually
mentally
imagining
everything they see
each word bleeds in your brain
and brings you to a new universe
you don't remember where you are
other than there
that's what i want to write
what i'm trying to express
just living my life
and trying to get success
but the bar i set
is hard to measure
i want greatness
i want pleasure
most of all
i want peace
knowing
and needing
and being
with someone
who makes me happy
even if it's myself
i just want some help
something to get me through
and that's why i write
not for the people who will read it
or to showcase my skills
i just do whatever
and hope it kills
i live for this
especially

it's not about the color of their eyes
the tone of their skin
it's the glow from within
what they emanate
who they are
what makes them tick
guilty pleasures
nervous ticks
necks and cricks
where their pleasure spot is
what makes them give in
submit to sin
what they stand for
how they carry themselves
if they are put together well
like spices on the shelf
if their smile never fades
and you remember it for days

people going through it all over, ****
worrying doesn't help
keep writing
you'll understand
keep your head down
keep working
be happy
alright man?
don't ever give up
or stop trying
does that sound like a plan?
ok good
then make it an "i will"
and not an "i can"

hurts to be alive
feelings floating around
rejected
feeling stupid
all over the place
anytime your heart is invested
how does it get tested
again
if it already knows
what isn't real
does it find something else
to convince them
that it's beyond *** appeal
and flash
it's not just the pan
it's the grill
the charcoal
everything else is extra
to make the fire start
you have the matches
she's got the kerosene
i know it's harrowing
to allow oneself
to get inside the barrel
float down the current
off the waterfall
you can't call
the shots
like a gun pop
down your throat
through your spine
but it's nothing to worry about
just read your lines

i understand how people are different
and get confused
misinterpreation
translation
interceptions
switching places
propaganda
communicating and not really
telling the truth
jaded
and persuaded
by those around
influenced
by their decisions
their power
their will
somehow we end up in the same place
together
it just keeps going