When the earth collides,
The sky beckons the sea
And the sea beckons the air
And the air hovers to the tree
And the tree beckons the rain
And the rain meets the earth
In a rushing surge
And the earth smells green
And the green revives the earth
And the green endows the herbs
And the herbs become medicine
And the herbs heal the nation
And the herbs heal the nation

Ovi Odiete ©
*Poetry Times

5 feet away, nomnom
5 minutes past 7 o'clock
It's been five hours now since nomnom

high on herbs
Seeing the tasty food
But deep in lazy

Munchies and whispering voices
******, so much a lazy slob

I am numb and gushing.


I am gushing with numb -- herbs-- ***-- heaven.

There is no Heaven in this hole of Hell,
only souls oozing, under life's spell.

my heaven and herbs are bland,
I cannot be saved on this forsaken land.

you soothe my stomach when you're inside me

you stop my brain when I make you smoking hot