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Fọlá Oct 2018
'Today, The Jay...'*

I open my eyes to see its a new day.
Today, What's the day?
Is it Saturday or Sunday?
The only thing of which I'm certain
Is that its not a weekday.

So, What can I do today?
Without delay,
The first thing I do is get my tray
Light a blunt to take the pain away.
Inhale and exhale,
Through the passageways.
Chill. . . Then, light another, just because its today.
I'm still in bed, but it's already a good day.

I push the sheets and pillows out the way
Then I get up to empty last night's fluids away.
Then to the kitchen, wondering what I can eat today
What can I do, to keep the hunger at bay?
Maybe some rice and filet?
A little something to kickstart the day.

While the food preps, I go back to my tray.
I smile and giggle as I sculpt my one true love, the Jay
With me at any time, anywhere, in any form, on any day.
Even though I'm already high; 'Hooray'.
I still want another hit of the Jay

The Jay,
Hits, Without delay.
Stays,
When everyone goes away.
Fades,
All the pain away.

My worries, It allays.
My happiness, it brings to the fray.
Keeps my mind, from going astray.
Literally, takes my breath away.

Causes, no form of decay
Keeps me, from getting 'ire'
Doesn't negotiate, doesn't parlay.
Just good vibes, all the way.

The love of the Jay;
Isn't just a single foray.
Its a constant exchange,
Everyday.

It's a feeling, that once attained,
Nothing, will ever take its place.
And there goes the tale of my day,
Spent with my true love, the Jay.
Me have a big old spliff one day
Admirin the width and the girth of the J
But his plant not hot
Cause he's got no ***

So now ja gotta hit up a dealer
John Dunphy
Oh Reggae tree, oh Reggae tree
Your leaves so dank and sticky
Reggae tree, oh Reggae tree
Oh how we love to smoke thee

Sellassi I, his gift to me
Be this tree from Mary

Oh Reggae tree oh Reggae tree
Mary Jane is lovely
I hope every poet out here had a lovely reggae holiday season whatever you celebrate
Why can't we all just get along?
Maybe if we all just hit a ****
Bhatiboys, bald heads, reggae mons too
Open your minds, and see what JAH can do
Rioters and looters fighting with cops
Roll up some ****** and the violence stops
Terrorist blowing up the middle east
Some Afghan kush would bring them all peace
If Escobar sold ****, not ***** cocaina
Then the whole world would be a lot greena
We are all JAH's children, so lets all get along
Maybe we could, if we all ripped a ****
World peace is within our grasp everyone!
The worlds gone to ****
Its as simple as that
The beacons are lit
Gondor calls for aid!
What was I saying
Im too high for this

Every continent
All 7 of them
They all got problems
Wait, Antarctica...
So most of Earths ******
Great job everyone

The penguins are beating us
They're not building walls
To keep out those fleeing war
They're building bridges
Well like not actually
Its a metaphor
But you get what I'm saying

Do they have **** in Antarctica?
I hate studying
Pens, paper, books, they **** me
I want to smoke kush
I gotta study herbology if i wanna be a legit kush grower **** school is hard
Sit down children and listen to this story
its all about the Cholos, who live their lives poorly
They mob in the street
They jam salsa beats
Plus those ******* laced my kush with angel dust.
******* Cholos.
I hate those guys
Y Sep 2015
Under black lights, stains soil out skins. We lay there looking down the hill.

City lights and silhouettes of fast moving rickety cars. We could care less, we're beat and sticky.

The air stinks of Marijuana. The smokes dance to the tunes of Coffee whilst we lay in the cold room.

We've entwined our realities into one perfect moment in psychedelic states

We don't know what this
means but we could care less.

It's all about living in the moment. This night would be eternity blossoming into tomorrow.

Where's the fun in forever.
Michael Cassio Jul 2015
Bag-drop. Check-in.
Hyphenated. Two syllables.
Security. A fat Scottish man,
A gentle caress of the inner thigh.
I retch violently.
Boarding, disembarking.
All I want in life is the back door.
My experiences in terminal two
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