#joint
juggling joints
pressuring points
is it love or just a tornado?
unfulfilled void
taxing joy
is it a crime to want incredible?
refocused mind
estimated time
is it a journey worth my hopes?
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 10:42 AM UTC
Give someone a joint.
Watch them glow.
Watch the squirrel run down the birch wood tree.
Congruency in lives,
It’s complexity is unmatched like
The Mighty Leaf
Vs
The Hungry Giraffe,
Who’s David?
Lalalaisallthismeans.
Jul 14, 2021
Jul 14, 2021 at 12:18 AM UTC
Pieces of paranoia
Placed properly,
in parts of my brain
We're all the same
Noises ,are noted as loud
Not , nothing or quiet ;
Like a race car
Driving on a highway
You can't act calm
Nor contently
Mostly on crack ,
You're crazy
It's an escape from events
And/or our ethnicity
To be or not to be just
Another soul
It's bonkers our minds ,
Blasts , such wild
Imagination beyond our
World
A plant so potent
Rich in poison
It breaks away
The pain
Masks the broken
And enhances the
Spoken
We're all the same.
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 3:22 PM UTC
Me, my wife and our married life
I got married in 2003
Life was young and free
I was 26
and I took the risk
I belong to a joint family
she grew in a nuclear family
Our thoughts were a mismatch
conversations were out of catch
She liked to have an open talk
I was a reserved lot
Her expectations were different
my ideologies were repellent
she was a career woman
I an ambitious man
I persuaded on my own business
her career was left in a mess
slowly I started understanding
life started turning
she became my good friend
our conversations are in blend
Now our marriage is in teen
Life looks all young and green
With my kids, my dear
Thank you God, my eyes in tear.
Hemang Dani
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 12:02 AM UTC
BY CRAIG J. BURT & JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX 5/22/20
90 degrees today
Crazy mood & happy
Ready to test out my brand new Audi
Down this bumpy road
The best time's right now
German made quality car
Aircon & tunes are on
You smile & we are complete.
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 12:55 PM UTC
Preachers in another storm
‘STAY’ whispers Mother
Followed by another joint
hands are met
and with him I crash
My bloodstained shadow
running
thrashed onto the walls
Cray-Cray Calling
Dos Tres – Another! Better!
Quatro Cinco – What a disaster!
T’was never my intention
But I succeed at my own failures
for there has always been a reward after my tormented failure.
-
But You can’t say I left you empty handed
you can’t say I didn’t offer you all I had
I just left
for I found better.
I know – What a ***
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 7:24 AM UTC
All I wanted to do
Was go to the Moon
It's where they all said, it was at
"Why, it was amazing up there!"
It was the place to go
The place to be
You just had to go there
It just had to be seen.
So! So I went to the Moon
And they all smiled at me
And nodded their heads
"Isn't it beautiful ?", they all said
Yes, I replied, it's... it's beautiful
It's just like... like a great big
A great big...... Quarry!!!
Lots of rocks and shale and dust and
stuff...
About as empty as my soul
And empty as yours as well I fear.
II
(Maybe I could set up a hamburger
stall there
Sell Moonburgers and nice crispy
Saturn onion rings
And Milky Way milkshakes
At least then...at least then they'd be filled with something).
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 11:19 AM UTC
A bone meets another bone
And you have a joint !
Joints are allright !
Cartilage !
Without them you couldn't possibly dance !
Imagine only your sacrum and your ilium
and no sacro-iliac joint
And no innominate bones
Imagine just a second a pelvis without coccyx
And your seven cervical
Your twelve thoracic
And your five lumbar vertebrae
Hanging loose !
How could you possibly swing your pelvis
From one side to the other
Without your pelvic floor ?
No more grand plié
No more passé développé à la seconde
No more attitude en avant on pointe
Farewell penché
Farewell attitude derrière !
See what I mean !
That's why I always say
I'd rather be with no bone
No skull no heart
Ï 'd rather be a hurricane
Wind has no skeleton
Wind needs no joint
Wind goes naked
No shoes, no underwear
And despite of all that
Wind is a ballet dancer, a danseur étoile
With no dimples in the back.
Wind can lie supine and stand upright
Feet parallel, legs stretched
Wind has no greater nor lesser trochanter
Wind has no right gluteus maximus muscle
No feet flexed, no ****** femoris muscle
Wind never gets pinched, stuck nor jammed
Wind is constant ricochet, yo-yo, meanders
Gulf Stream !
Wind is a catwalk model
Dancing its swinging walk
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 6:50 PM UTC
The wind whistling, through the trees,
Your face tingling, in the sun beams,
The glimmer of raindrops, on wildflowers,
Beautiful clouds, filling the empty hours,
Grains of sand, trickling down,
to the bottom of the glass,
The scratch of the lighter, as you light your smoke,
and prepare to pass,
The longing desire, for the next inhale,
Keep the lighter ready, if the joint is stale,
Simple pleasures, fulfilling empty desire,
Twinkling eyes, gaze at the fire,
The weight has lifted,
it’s never been so light,
Another deep breath,
watch the joint glow bright,
The air has never, smelled so sweet,
This pine forest, is your new retreat,
Steady yourself, at the base of a tree,
For the first time, you are free.
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 1:11 PM UTC
But find no comfort
in its feathers and patchwork.
despite the wine and rich
food, breaking down into calories,
i feel cold, way deep inside,
and it’s the kind of cold
that can’t be fought
with Hollandaise or alcohol
or a pile of quilts. i wish i had
a joint. a big, fat, stinky j to slide
me into sleep. but no, all i
can do is lie here, brain
turning summersaults.
it’s nights
these when memories
stir, whipping themselves
into stiff peaks of pain. here
comes one now, materializing
like Daddy did that night.
the night he came to
me, crossed
the final line.
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC
The fear of a soldier
Is a Hollow Point
The fear of the government
Is a Hollow Joint .
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC
Nous nous battons pour protéger ceux que nous aimons; et nous sacrifier à notre tour.
Le heurtoir en argent posé sur la porte de la mort s'est égratigné et s'est usé dans ma main.
Dans la mort, nous trouvons la paix, mais dans la vie, nous trouvons l'amour.
Avec cela, vous ne pouvez pas gagner la guerre, mais soyez assuré que vous gagnerez la bataille en cours
Et, la bataille sera gagnée, pas avec des chiffres, mais avec la volonté pure
Tant que vous ne tombez pas en proie aux mains égoïstes de la cupidité
Et même si ces mains vous dévoraient, vos grands héritages survivront dans ceux qui vous ont connu
Et le baiser doux de la mort sera juste un autre tourneur de page dans votre histoire sans fin.
Car une histoire, aussi importante que la tienne, ne meurt jamais; il est seulement oublié dans la bibliothèque d'un esprit
Pourtant, je promets de rester et de garder les pages de tomber entre les mains de la carie
Car même si ces pages tombent, elles seront rappelées et surveillées; regardé par ceux qui vous regardaient avant
Parce que ces souvenirs ont été conçus par le seul amour intouchable par les mains du temps.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
The mainstay of guests,
Their backs against chairs
That are backed against walls,
Readily seated and settled
Into tight knit sub communities
And discussion cells…
Thrashing out social failings
And political ineptitudes
Gleaned from broadsheets
And RT News updates,
Mumbling agreements
Or gentle dissents,
Some too ****** to participate
(should have “passed the kouchie
‘pon the left hand side”).
One spills red wine onto white cloth
And they all laugh longer than necessary
About the irony of it all
Even though there was no irony
In the situation to begin with.
There are a small handful of male guests
That I feel I could get along with.
I give way in the doorway
For the hostess to deliver nibbles.
There are a handful of female guests
That I think I’d like to ****
(the hostess included),
But none of this allays the reluctance
To step through the threshold.
The hostess exits the room
As I pin myself to the hallway wall,
“It could be you”, I think,
And try to relay this through a raised eyebrow smile
That goes unnoticed.
I attempt my break in
Just as the conversation turns to
The importance of contemporary art
In modern society
And the relevance of Jim Morrison’s poetry
In the cerebral world of words.
I search audibly for a conversation
Centred around Adele’s latest album release…
And I NEVER, on a good day, want to talk about THAT.
In for a penny, I take the step with a fuzzy indifference
And am drawn to a hand extending the offer of a spliff,
And to the ***** of empty wine glass on full bottle,
And a “will you, won’t you?” expression,
And I trip and fall over a synthetic fur rug
Lying, recumbent, too scared to take my eyes
Off the pendulum light bulb that hovers above me
And all I can think is that the hallway
Was a much safer place to be.
Copyright Marc Hawkins 2017
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 5:39 AM UTC
People Smoke A Joint Because…
People smoke a joint because
It calms them down,
It makes them laugh.
The symmetry
Of mediocrity’s conventions flee.
It also makes them hungry.
Answers come,
And often laughter is the payoff.
Nineteen sixty
Groups ingested LSD
To see more beauty,
Dig into the new,
Change patterns that were old in mind,
Find truths that were not there to find,
Break down, build up,
Sip from the cup of everything there is to sip.
So people drink because they are
More able to shift gears,
Take risks, lose fears.
The problem is to lay off, stay off.
That would be a real payoff.
Get it? Layoff, stay off, payoff?
I liked that.
People Smoke A Joint Because… 5.25.2010 revised 8.8.2010
Circling Round Energy; Revelations Big & Small;
Arlene Corwin
Started 2008
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 4:01 PM UTC
Fight and struggle, thoughts of milling.
What kind of points will you be killing?
The points that are the sharpest
I will not let you transform this mind into something that is softer!
There's no end game, you lack in confidence, just make another offer
Offers, games, how plastic and lavish?
Your thoughts are simple, hopeful, and savage.
Leave me with my madness
I rather be this, instead of average
Your just mad because I'm a maverick
A stand alone rock
Your side of the brain will never handle my thoughts
Ok Garfunkel, you island
How brave a stone is on your beach,
but my words don't need to be a preach I strangle your mind with time, sand An hourglass will show your faults
Think about what you say before you begin to talk
Strangling me will only put this place at a halt!
You and I coexist, let's unify in this struggle
We can continue fighting, but it will all end in rubble,destruction & burning debris
Can we agree to disagree in these words that we speak
Can we foresee a brighter future
That is within reach
If not our habitat will forever be meek
Silence in violence, a place where two have suffered defeat
Two have defeat?
Can't you see, you are the one to change
Long term thought, intelligent meet
Can't you see, you have become strange
It is proof that I am victorious, your ignorance
It's crazy how you have shown my brilliance
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 11:19 PM UTC
breaking it down is half the work
a step that must never be skipped
rolling it up in your leaf of choice
is a step that must be considered art
the first light is the most important
a step that is for the one who crafted
they should also be the first to enjoy it
a step the rest respect
eventually all power is seemingly gone
from the one who created
and everyone feels equal once their turn has passed
yet let us not forget the one who rolled it
for they are the one who has saved the rest
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 3:26 AM UTC
Party started at 8 o'clock
Halloween we're gonna rock
Come on and join the keg line
For witches brew in blood you sign
Pass the devils joint or two
Through out the night happenings ensue
We all get drunk and surround the fire
Throw on more wood make it higher
Moonshine rules the night, it goes down smooth
Don't drink to much or your memory you just might lose
Watching people flirt and swoon
Move on over make some room
Stand around and watch the fight
Two lovers got to uptight
Early moring everyones passed out
But by the fire me and you play about
I can say it was a hell of a fun night
Now we'll go to your home, finish what we started by that fire's light
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 6:45 PM UTC
he is sleeping and I know how
he is grumpy if he is tired
I know when he wakes up
he'll be confused and vulnerable
I know his eyes might hurt if he forgot to
take out his contacts
i know he won't be ready to wake
even if he promised
"just five more minutes"
i know he'll be ready for a smoke as soon
as he opens his eyes
so ill wake him up with a kiss
and a joint
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 10:00 PM UTC
I wear long coats and leather boots
I wear long billowing skirts
My hair dark and curly
I sing the blues
I drink gin and smoke ****
I put the joint out with my finger tips
I hike and make music with strangers
I read poetry and politics
I am friendly and confident
I go to sunshine and music
I dance bare foot
I walk with beasts
I tread lightly over the dead
I see birds gather and hear my name called
I look down
I see dirt
I see myself
I see growing and potential
I am not done growing yet
I have not reached the canopy
I have not caressed the sun
I wait, biding my time
I collect pieces of the dead
I remember and take heed
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC
Humm......i can feel,
it's all coming back to me.
the long distant echo is now sounding so near,
like a sweet sounding whisper.
my iris is more relax now, an evidence of closer view.
reverberation of its movement disturbs my hearing.
silently perched birds are looking nervous,
and are negotiating flight.
what a sure sign of it all coming back to me.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC
Hovering,
grey slow mist,
I hover slowly remembering each word
that was plucked from your mouth the night the
clouds came.
These words,
stolen from my heart.
Mind, makes decisions
followed by regret.
I watch you walk away,
as I’ve done so many times before.
My thoughts linger
watching you become nothing
but a memory made by
silver linings, and golden dreams.
I fear that even if I speak you won’t hear me,
tangled in poison ivy thorns,
I’ve lost you again.
Wounds open, again.
I take a moment
to reject this pain.
Fading as I drift away.
Breathe deep, a weight is lifted.
It hurts though, I’m half
of the whole that we were.
Here I am,
Caught between the shutter of
Memory, I hear a blue jay
Flapping its cobalt wings.
Clicking at me like your warnings
Of how you'd leave if I
Didn't love you the right way.
If I would only begin to want you
Out of the memories,
Out of right now, and into
The future.
The signs were there,
foreshadowed by cold,
distant mornings, crippled
by your escaped gaze.
Chilling my spine, your thoughts,
and desires left me,
in a state of hallowed truth.
Your beauty held back by
selfishness, my jealousy
poisoning your innocent
smile.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC
I'm waiting for the year 2020,
Much eagerly.
For thence shall commence,
Our joint life.
I'm preparing for it & rising,
Much early.
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 3:19 AM UTC