#herb
MINT, my favourite herb, sharp yet sweet
Invigorating, cooling, balancing menthol beats
Nautical it tastes, flavouring salads or pasta neat
Tantalising sensation, delicious for ****** treats
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Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 6:58 AM UTC
There was an old legendary myth about a Dear Little Sprout
One who watches over mortals since The Creation up until throughout
Lurking from within numerous gardens as we all turnabout
Protecting those he deems good despite most mortals having such doubt
Dear Little Sprout can tell who's good and evil
Even acknowledging those who he deems neutral
Guiding Good and Punishing Evil as individuals
Giving advice for Neutral and hearing out their personal visual
Little did they know that the Dear Little Sprout has a big secret
One that he considers as the most deepest
That being he's more than just a symbolic fairy tale
But rather he's a Young Nature God with a hopeful prevail
He took the form a green-haired teenage boy
Surrounded by various flowers that's filled with so much joy
Roses, Daisies, Sunflowers, and many more he enjoys
The Dear Little Sprout, Herb, is always seen with such adorable poise
Sweet Little Herb shall spread happiness and love
For the sake of guiding and protecting everyone like a kind dove
Holding the Light of Creation in the form of the flower
With his love from those he's close to fills him with passionate power
Together we bring love like the roses in the garden
As we shine on similar to the daisies that was pardoned
We shall be as strong as the sunflowers from the proverb
The Dear Little Sprout, Our Sweet Little Herb
Aug 29, 2024
Aug 29, 2024 at 8:20 AM UTC
blessed sting
i’m numb
with jubilation
today
a nettle found me
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 7:22 PM UTC
Verbal herbs infused with an om
I will create.
A soothing ointment for the world to hear.
I shall lace it with light song.
loving breath,
and the essence of lotus.
My herbs are free for the asking
just focus and breath it in.
Let it soak into bloodstream
and flood your heart.
Allow its mixture to enhance your being
by releasing old mind pattens unneeded.
Let it pour onto eyes aimed at precious mind
so doubts and fears are dropped.
My herbs are sacred permeated
from the loving shadows of angels
for inner peace to anchor.
Its remedy will reborn one
into their divine self.
Its cure will relieve
any troublesome journey.
Even that of the writer.
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 7:25 AM UTC
No her name didn’t start with an “S” or “K”
Her first name started with an “M” and last name started with a “J”
She was such a beauty, all crystalline sometimes and no makeup ever hid her face
She was different , her green composure sometimes found a little purple lingering adding taste
She was flexible , I could make love to her anyway I want , in a bowl, a **** wraps, or even create my own ways
I was 13 years old when we first met , she nearly took my life with the first breath
Choking from how strong she hugged my lungs I knew she was the best
She made me laugh from the first kiss until I went to sleep in my cloud-like bed
Some years have passed now and we’ve decided to get married since then
From first sight, first touch, first kiss, first hug, I knew Mary Jane would be my first love and even a better friend. If we ever tend to split I know she’s my first from beginning to end.
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 1:58 AM UTC
I see the picture, but
the sound's not playing
I see your lips move, but
don't hear what you're saying
because I'm not here
I'm over there,
somewhere,
sitting in a chair,
in a meadow
watching the weeds grow
I'm up there,
in that tree,
with only my company
I'm down here,
in this cave
with only myself
to save
I watch the picture
but there's still no sound
I watch you mouth for words
but none comes out
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 11:28 PM UTC
I once played a game of cards with the devil, under a blood red moon upon the lake of our lady Babylon. With a grin, the devil did win, for his hand had totally waisted me.
Shower time- It's better than normal time. Especially with the smell of herb in your head. Step out. Dry off. Hit the herb again. It's time to start the day.
I ingest 3 cups of coffee, and hit the herb again. Then I start my day. I go out into the world. Out there where it is cold. Out there to slave the day away just to do it again the next day.
Please tell me that there is something more than this. I beg, but I get nothing.Maybe in the end, that is all there really is... Nothing. This thought's cold logic sinks in, and I am sick.
Sick of things done in repetition to no end. Tired of hearing the same one line joke day in and day out.
Welcome to my store.
Can I get you any more?
Thank you, come again... and again... and again...
I can not take it any more!
Oh, wait! It's time to clock out.
Hear how the pen scratches the paper. Rolling on fragments of thought. Dripping with the same ink as yesterday. I am bleeding all over this notebook. Could I ever write loud enough, so that somebody could hear me screaming?
I once played a game of cards with the devil, under a blood red moon upon the lake of our lady Babylon. Plain and clean, the devil's hand was mean, for it had totally waisted me.
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 9:53 PM UTC
Remembering hurt.
Designations of dirt.
Crawling, knee and nail.
Dessicated herbs.
Resignation of worth.
Stretching for the bag.
I've seen how this ends.
Up in smoke.
Dreaming delight.
Up in smoke.
Dreaming delight.
How long will this pattern run?
Up until the day is done.
How long will this pattern run?
Up until the day is done.
For any calm from halcyon,
I need
to burn
the herb.
I've seen
how this
ends.
Up in smoke.
(...)
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 3:55 AM UTC
blessed green herb
your sent easily reckoned
haze of grey fill the air
spark me once again
take a toke
inhale the smoke
infiltrate my ribcage
like a dungeon entrap
the perception of your psyche
become who i am
and what i want
temporarily fill the hole
in my being
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 12:46 PM UTC
As gunfire
round position
was hostile
to foment
a spider
there against
its mayhem
while Miranda
made us
brighter if
a discriminate
cry ready
as toll
cross nation
yet deliberate
soliloquy aside
blue smoke.
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 10:47 AM UTC
Back street of where I'm from
Love the music,
and the air.
This funky taste
I can't get out my mouth
I want,
I need.
I'm begging please?
Round the corner,
where I grew up.
This girl I'd never leave.
She lights my fire,
weakens my knees,
an evil woman
don't stop, won't stop.
I get this feeling
(I'm bout to blow it.)
My pulse is racing
(I've got to know.)
I'm begging baby,
wont you distract me?
Run!
(Running down the way.)
Hand in hand,
(I'm your man)
I'd never leave you,
(nowhere to go)
You're my spirit, lover...my soul.
Moments
(frozen in time)
Makes me think of you,
in my life.
Freezing
and I could not care less
*Just fill my lungs
with your hot breath.*
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 9:26 AM UTC
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.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 5:00 AM UTC
my dire Sverige
with blood in her hair
still chosen in knees
that kiss my spirit
with rarity upon brow
watch-listen-inspire
an influx hasten and
only wrought me pier
mirror, hour, tablet
her quest is in change
see every moment dawn
by a monument in land
she belligerent retire here
with her radiant shine alight
a lawn overcome in ****
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 6:20 AM UTC
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.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
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.
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
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.**
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
Underneath the weeds in her herb garden.
In between every dying star.
Running through the veins of the leaves within all the trees.
Behind every sleepy eye not wanting to say goodbye.
In the air between their joined hands.
Within every thundercloud and cool rain droplets.
Twisting through the quiet creek tracing the woods.
Throughout his aching fingertips.
In the gaps between their bones.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 7:20 PM UTC
A fat blunt is rolled in my bathroom
I spark it up and inhale the fume
JAH is known by many
but revered by few
A bald head can spark
but hark!
does he hear?
the sweet sound of JAH's voice in his ear?
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC
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
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
On the first day of Reggae Christmas
My boombastic love gave to me:
A brand new marijauna tree.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
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.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
Roll up de blunts fam
Spark em up, pass em round fam
Praise the blunt gods fam
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 3:43 PM UTC