a political party that supports
the legalization of Mary Jane
is bound to be the first one
to sprint down the winner's lane

the constituents shall be busy
potting many a dope seed
so they've got a sufficient supply
of ye olde happy ****

to-day bongs and reefers
will be lit in much jubilation
as the smokers get high
on Mary Jane's elevation

Through the shallows and the depths,
Within a secret, the whispers swept,
To the tears of lonely nights and weakening days,
To the tiresome animal of dismay.
Patience an essence to the love of an eternity,
Tears and smiles- a unique fraternity.
A timeless vista from the apparent fall of love,
A contrary to the genuine soft pull from above.
Never does darkness come to the feeling,
Only the colours will be releasing.
Never is it a part of resent,
Together from the beginning to the end.

A wrinkled hand
A fading light
The crystal ball
That burned so bright

A gypsy’s touch
A future sight
The crystal ball
That now ignites

Soft-spoken words
Come with a tear
The gypsy tells
Your end is near

Another test
Your palm is read
Cracked fingers trace,
You’re almost dead

The gypsy has
Just one more trick
The tarot cards
She draws them quick

The first of five
The devil flips
With number two
There’s burning ships

The third is drawn
A reaper shows
Out of the card
He unfolds

The seer tells you
Of her sorrow
“I’m sad to say
You wont see tomorrow”

city in ruins
acid green night sky
flames in skyscraper windows
the flakes of ashes
filtering the staunch air
if you breathe in you can
taste the souls of the dearly
& painfully departed

I roamed the underground
silent subway system
in search of an easy ****
long black coat trailing my
fast-paced footfalls

dried blood smeared on a
restroom door
the smell no longer made
me sick
I throw it open
& step inside
the room reeked of
sweat and vile
death
the hair rose on my skin
as I faced the mirror
to greet my weary, shadowy-eyed
reflection

it was then that I saw the
pair of yellow eyes
watching me
& before either of us
could blink
I hurled my dagger at
the corner ceiling above the
empty stalls
spearing the small winged
demon
it fell to the floor in a heap
of rotting dust

there was no time for me
to react
when a figure burst through
the doorway
a dark-skinned girl with
long braids
who didn't catch my gaze
as she slammed her
purse on the filthy counter top
& began to apply her
makeup

"What are you doing here?"
I asked the young woman
stunned at her nonchalance
she never once stopped
moving the pink brush against
her skin

"Gotta go to work,"
she said briskly
as if the whole doomsday planet
was a waste of her
time

I had forgotten there were still
people living in
hell
who bothered to look
pretty



I said no more
& went on my
way