(cuz ma life iz such a drag...
this toke kin “FAKE” hemp  
pyre aye roll out to you dear reader).

As a double jointed mathematical abbot
and amateur chemist
   specializing in cannabinoids
   my favorite delta-9-tetra
   hydrocannabinol (THC),

   isolated and synthesized in 1964
weeding thru bathroom rag
   while athwart the potty
   i.e. measuring adequate perforated
   square roto root er, sans
   regular toilet tissue paper
   prior to completing important

   private business matter
   on the sacred porcelain chamber pot
Mary Jane made a token appearance,
   and boy she looked smoke kin hot
asking if I wanna marry (Jane) her attired
   in drag at a joint where Billy Bong  

   banged on by the hands of
   a phenomenal drummer
   taut as a hemp knot
with music in his blood
   while blowing  fractal rings – holy Scott
the immediate utterance,

   and rather creative bon mot
found me stock still like stone wall Jackson,
   who unfortunately got deprived a hit,
   nonetheless got shot
unwittingly by his own (confederate troops),
   whose demise an awful blot

per southern cause during
   the Civil War and if anachronism
   to receive medicinal aide available
   instead of primitive treatment he got
(as well other wounded soldiers
   of misfortune on the battlefield),

   whose faith the any almighty power
   could do little to save their roach invested lot
yet availing my imagination
   to twist time like that Mobius strip
mortally wounded rebels and Yankees
   free from facing death on a cot
might be successful hemp

   entrepreneurs cultivating a little spot
of land hemp would outstrip cotton
   as king as export to trot
orange you glad I avoided
   the analogy with a kumquat?
Monsoon morning glow, glinting off another dying ditch
Littering, barely twitching instrument of compact destruction.

Noticeably different, near juxtaposed against the back light.
Noticeably strained, a coming age relegated to natural composition

It's hard to hold, memory, fragile fleeting
Slipped from its hold so easily, another piece shattering as it falls.

Repetition breeding more empathy than I can continually malign.
Forceful premonitions, until the choice to deny is taken from me.
All my thoughts, premeditated, actions, all deliberate
The illusion of choice shattered before me, as I take up my ill gotten arms.

Bolster myself with courage I no longer deserve.

And I get scared about just having to wake up sometimes.
Obsessed with fear,
Obsessed with tears,
Obsessed with the years of pain and slavery to fear.

Alive and well,
the pain is real, you can't tell?
Awkward and weird.
Out of place, pure.

Crying inside.
Thoughts collide.
Obsessed with pain.
Obsessed with the moments filled with rain.

Too much pain.
Too much rain.
Too much to bear.
Wear and tear.
Always meeting up with pain. Fear. And the anxious rains.
'twas where
over her
lover and
this mother
if she'd
made love
to this
bother and
kicked her
spoon only
to dither
soon to
wither in
hope of
recovery that
her soul
kept jade
Özcan Sh Jul 9
If we poets are sad
No tears fall from our eyes
Words fall from our hearts
That brings the blank sheet
And the pen in hand to life
They know how we poets feel
Because they were always
In good and bad days there
Like best friends for life.
With fangs of dark clouds
Gnashing at the once blue sky
Now overtaken by an empty stain
Flushing the lights, the skies
Leaving the heavens monotone
Dullness covers the air, until
Winds spoke, hushing the silence
And as the first raindrop met the ground
Stillness of the land gets shaken
Rain brings chaos to the once dry soil
Dusking the land as it seeps in
Weaving its way back home
To the oceans, swamps, and lakes
Before turning into gas once more

With jaws of sharp ebony
Gnawing at once happy faces
Now befallen by empty images
Washing the smiles, the laughs
Leaving the canvas with only frowns
Blandness hovers the atmosphere, until
A heavy heave breaks the quiet
And as the first teardrop passed the cheeks
Peace of emotions gets quivered
Tears bring mayhem to the once arid visage
Reddening the surface as it sinks in
Inventing its way back abode
To warmth, tranquility, calmness
Before wearing a mask once more

Melancholia has again come by
Greeting mortals with misery
Tearing away every disguise
Revealing what we've hidden
win Feb 19
souls escape as quick as the air leaves the touch
speed of light moments only hoping for pause
i looked upward and asked today
just how far away
is heaven

relevant is less the time of your existence
irresponsible am I with mine
is it possible I'm still close to you
just how far away
is heaven

it has been 6 years or maybe just one day
can't seem to grasp the difference
this matter my heart will never know
just how far away
is heaven
Shofi Ahmed Jul 4
I wished to see my beloved
living in my heart.
When she appeared
for the first time, her radiance,
her light dazzled my eyes!

But so clear I can see her eye  
in the corner of it is a tear.
Days, months, years passed by
like it did then till now her eyes
whisper in every single word!

Speaks in the words in my alphabet
and in the words that are her
I am yet to know that makes me wonder!
lifelines Jun 29
a chest that's empty
yet filled with lead

a mind torn so clearly
between the living and dead

the hair on my arms
standing straight in defense

of the words i was not able
to protect against

i spent years pretending
to feel nothing at all

until your eyes met mine
and i began to fall

but here i am pretending
to feel nothing at all

as once again i am reminded
that what comes must also go
Irina BBota Jun 28
A tear and a smile
Are taking their dark revenge
In heart’s secret storm.
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