Herb smoke fills the room.
I watch TV through rising smoke.
I write rib to floor.
I ruin my cervical spine
To bring you this

No words will fix a messy bed.
You didn't make your bed.
Your mother made it.
Your mother made it.
And here you sleep.

I smoke herb can't you see the loud
Rhyme absurd till I see the humans bow

Shoot the gun ricochet hit the proud
Moving stance, I move the crowds.

I smoke herb can't you hear  the loud
I find the word, to induce them to bow

Thought patterns
Beats matter
Moving laughter
Glimpse of the past hurts

Thoughts cool
That's all we gotta say
All we gotta do

Stay cool that's what we gotta do
Do what we do

Thoughts cool
I think I made a hit

Knotts proof that darkness exist
Props and fools and buffoonery exist

Plots alluded until that time that does exist

I smoke herb can't you see the loud?
A mad rapper now speaking out his clout

I smoke herb, but you can't see me now*
Mind absurd the world will now bow.

What a shock it is
to finally feel,
after what seems like years,
of hiding these tears.

Alcohol, nicotine, and THC
blind me to what I need to see.
I am hurting, I am wounded.
My thoughts are not fluid.

It simply used to be
if I just stayed busy
the thoughts would go.
But little did I know...

They stayed where they were,
and they festered and grew,
until it seems there's no cure
to the pain that I knew.

But now I have run
out of things to do.
Though it won't be fun,
this pain, I must undo.

A moment frozen in time;
Sublime and reclining
Speckled clouds in the sky.

A moment to reflect on
My minds eye divining

My mood weaves the meadows
in which I do graze,

Breeze on my face,

The echo
of natures innocence resounding.

What is this place?
Why is it so hard to reach?
Still to my bones.
So aware
so aware of it all.

This altered conscious hears my plea.

**A warm, deep breath
for my soul,
resetting life's toll on me.