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joel jokonia Aug 29
I know you play a lot, work a lot and proly can't tell it apart.
So after working games and playing work
you sat down wrote **** while smoking poetry.
Not aging with every hour that went by.
But by and by you grew high,
oh my 70years high as the **** withers old and is cremated white ash scattered in the sea of dust.
Wisdom is a ****
420
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a poem every day
8/5/20

no poem today. just high
The Dybbuk Apr 24
To the lover of my youth,
and the yellow in my tooth.
To the flower's greatest prize,
and the red behind my eyes.
God knows I love you, you're green but true blue,
oh Mary Jane, my girl, this one's for you.
Meet my love , Mary Jane
She was never meant
to be used
nor abused
Yet, she happily filled my head up
with
views , news
And
perspective .
Irrespective
of
the abuse
and the news

Mary J.
continued to save ,for she
was respected
not rejected
by the perspective .
Lipstick streets
Chinese  lullabies
Grooving reminisming
Playing and delaying
Hide and seek with a lunatic
A minefield in my mindΒ Β 
Attractive perceptive
Discarded,battered
Wine hair weeping
Spoken and used
it's 4/20 for a whole month
nice.
A poem every day
1/4/20
Luiz Feb 16
another 14th dancing with myself

"will I be my Valentine?"

nah... you're not my type
you're a 'good guy' and I'm not

"but they say opposites attract!"

well, you're not only a good guy
but you're also batshit crazy!
babanas! outta here!

"why do you say that?!"

excuse you! I'm not the one writing
a conversation pretending to be
two separate people! fucken nutzo!

"*******! you Altair Ego, you!"

you're a fucken idiot!
it's "ALTER EGO"! *******!

"MMMMOOOMMMM!!!!!!"

**** it, Homeboy!
Jarred Karsten Nov 2019
Roll it, light it, smoke.
Puff puff pass it to the left.
Take a deep breath, relax.
Was the last straw
The final
Golden
Star
Put
Out too
Early for
The heavens to bear

Any longer

He and Amy
John and John
Freddie
Kurt
Chester

Bob

They
Crashed through
The

Gates of Hell
Back
To torment

The Walking
Dead
Amongst Us

I hear it
Everywhere
I am

So
*******
Haunted
Right now
I

Can't
Not
Write
Ghosts
The best of Mormon boys
I'd never tried ****
Or alcohol
Or Coffee

I was raised to live a
Word of Wisdom that
Forbids it and
I obeyed

But suicide crept in
Too many times to
Afford not to
Try new things

My therapist convinced
Me to try two things
New: Sativa,
Indica

Sativa to help me
Process from novel
States of mind that
I might see

Indica to bring me
Back into the corpse
I had left back
In my grave


Cannabis, I was told
By my therapist
-Who looked just like
An angel-

Was a sacred plant that
Was used for decades
Centuries or
Much longer

Grown straight from out the Earth
She told me that They
Wouldn't cure me
Nothing could...

Cure me but me, but still
They were powerful tools
For healing change
When used right

She believed they could help
Aide my recovery
Help me, fix me
So I tried

I turned my back on my past
Mormon ways and
Opened a door
I can't go

Back through ever again!
Over the last year that
I've used this
Medicine

We've grown intertwined
Like a vine that grew
Through my nervous
System slow

But surely becoming
A part of who I
Am like part plant
Part human

She took the role of Mother
A mother I wanted
But never had,
Not since twelve

And even when I moved
Back home to Utah
From Colorado
I can't quit

I love Her too much now
When I can't sleep She
Sings lullabies
In the dark

When nightmares from my past
Come find me She will
Whisper sweet words
Of nothing

But they make me feel loved,
Make me feel lovable
In ways I never
Knew before

Not once in my old life
Of Twenty-eight years
Struggling with my
Self-hatred

I felt cannabis' love
For me my first hit
She adopted
Me and I

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| Can't Quit Now |
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Cannabis
Healing
....
https://www.medicinalmindfulness.org/
...
Thank you
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