I did it, I ain't proud.
If you felt de pain in my urethra,
You'd know.

Had a flashback to me pirate days.
The ocean's waves crash upon de shore.

swish, swish

Me bask in da cool breeze.
Of de Zion Waterfall.

swish, swish

Me hands bleedin' from me wounds.
Turn on de tap and me can't take it no more.

swish, swish

Me urges take a hold of me.
Where to release? How? When?

swish, swish

I'm stuck in de corner, belly churning.
Bottle in de corner of me eye, me start turning.

swish, swish

I'm face-to-face wit salvation.
Fly down, piece out, release de flow!

pssssssssssss

Ahhhhhh, ohhhhhh.
What's an island boy to do?

*No toilet, Mo' problems

On the first day of Reggae Christmas
My boombastic love gave to me:
A brand new marijauna tree.

I was dreamin' last night real well,
of kush that seemed quite swell.
Sadly, when my eyes did open,
my dream was then broken,
because my herb was not the smell.

The smell was poo.

One day I grew wings.
Then, like smoke, I floated away.
Like kush smoke.
Reggae.

I am not whole.
We are all missing a piece of our true selves.

Reggae M.D. is here to save the day.

My soul was cold and empty.
Now, my emptiness is filled with a green warmth.
An earthly glow.

My sight was blackened by the falsehood of reality.
Now, my sight is filled with the truth of happiness.
Empathy in motion.

My taste was enveloped by a shroud of insignificance.
Now, my taste has been healed by the light of sweetness.
The shroud unveiled.

My hearing was entangled with the hatred of the recent generation.
Now, my head is filled with Reggae.
Reggae is love.

Reggae M.D. has caused my life to blossom.
Akin to that of the noble durian plant.
A smelly fruit with hidden talents.

Reggae M.D. saved my life.

spark of life
touches earth
leaves crackle and
explode into breath

in deep romance, my
lungs kiss smoke
and Spirit expands within

sinking and
soaking through skin

deep into my roots dripping
into channels of rivers flowing
freely to my brain crackling
with neurons ever grasping
dendritically to reach
nutritious extrapolations
stormy interpretations
and interpolations

crackling
branches of
white birch lightning

Rolling Up*

Swisher split; gutted out, stuffed back in with some indo trees. Tucked right in, pull it over lick the edge close it up & roast that ****!