#kush
'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.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC
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
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 11:43 PM UTC
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
Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 9:29 PM UTC
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 ****
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
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?
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC
I hate studying
Pens, paper, books, they **** me
I want to smoke kush
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC
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.
God **** Cholos.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
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.
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
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.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
Sitting in de street
Spitting out a reggae beat
Rollin up a sticky spliff
Jammin out a reggae riff
JAH knows I take the fattest hit
**** this ****** is strong as ****
I see a glint in the eye of a guy
On de street, just passin by
He flicks some cash in me cup, and I begin to smile;
For in my heart of hearts I know, he feels my reggae style
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
I'm back, you rowdy rond boys.
Got me rowdy rond rhymes, and me rowdy rond noize.
Kick back in me ol' spot, smokin' me spliff.
Sit up in me chair when I hear a sweet riff.
It's Marley on da bass, slappin like he do
Head bangin' back and forth like ya know ya want to.
Reggae is back and me life in on track.
Got baeties in the penthouse and they cookin' up crack.
Can't believe me stopped writing. It was hard to say no.
But I'm back to smokin' mo' ***** than ever befo'.
Me poetry's like sirup, open ya mouth, and I'll pour it.
It's clever, it's dank, it's reggae. I'm glad for it
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC
I toiled then in Babylon
with a suit and black tie on
I forgot who it was that I called on
JAH the one true lord of love
Sits on HIS throne high up above
HE sent to me a holy dove
in its talons
Kush
I had not smoked since that night
The sight of it gave me a fright
but from the sky, a holy light!
A fatherly voice came down from a cloud
"Son this kush is hella loud
Smoke it well, and make me proud!"
so I packed a bowl
and smoked
The power of kush, it lifted me
This powerful plant HE gifted me
It mended that old rift in me
and I once again, was reggae.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
Puffing from de chalice
I breathe the holy smoke
In JAH there is no malice
HE gives me only hope
I once was lost
Like an island boy at sea
I once was blind
But through HIM, I now do see
Yes, I was a bald head
Working for the man
But when my locks grew thick with dread
I saw the lord JAH's plan
HE set for me a holy task
and gave me herb to smoke
Within HIS holy light I bask
from HIS bush I ****
To spread HIS love across the earth
that is my only joy
and once HIS love encircles its girth
will I cry tears of soy.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
You are like a drug and I am addicted. My first taste was strange and uncertain yet so delightful. My second was lovely and I knew I wanted more. Before long I was craving you uncontrollably, unable to function until I got a little bit of you. I was told that this would happen but I didn't heed the warnings that were clearly on the label. My under aged immaturity begged for more until I didn't even enjoy it I just HAD to have it. You started tasting bitter and became hard to choke down, but more I wanted still. I blinked and it was killing me. I shoved more down as I gasped and struggled for air. As I breathed a breath I thought would be my last, I finally put you down and walked away. Five months I spent separated from the substance I knew would be the end of me. I am clean and sober now but I still crave your warmth. I pass by others addicted to the thing I once loved and sometimes wish I had never left. But because I did, I am free and can never go back. I am clean but why do I still crave you as I did? Because your drug is the heaviest I know and the most addictive thing I have ever tasted. The buzz that you give can light the lowest of the low, and that is a power so high, I will never let in between my fingers again.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
Reggae night, rasta night,
Blunts are rolled, tru de night.
Round young spliffs, rolled so tight,
***** and ****** hit me so right.
Smoke in heavenly peace,
Smoking in heavenly peace.
Reggae night, rasta night,
Island boy, raised up right.
Radiant beams from thy holy ****
All night long, we be singin' dis song.
Poundin' dat kush so hard,
Pounding that ****** so hard.
Reggae night, rasta night,
Slappin' de bass, it's quite a sight.
Kush smoke climbs to de heavens above
Jaco greens out, Hallelujah.
Reggae the Savior is born,
Rasta the Savior is born.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
All this kush we smoke
With a Gatorade makeshift ****
Ja know that its no joke,
Ja know it won't be long!
I can hear the bowl piece roll
This **** is not airtight
For when I try to light my bowl
It jingles through the night, OH!
Jingle **** Jingle **** Jingle all the way!
It's no fun
To simply bun
With a loose fitting **** all day, HEY!
Jingle **** Jingle **** Jingle all the way!
The whole squad sings
Our bowl piece rings
And everyone feels ok!
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC
I'm dreaming of a green Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the kush plants glisten,
and reggae bawts listen
To smell, burning kush all day
I'm dreaming of a green Christmas
With every ***** blunt I roll
May your days be reggae and kleen
And may all your Christmases be green
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 9:15 AM UTC
On the tenth day of Reggae Christmas
My boombastic love gave to me:
10 lightin' lighters
9 hefty island boys
8 bowls of cereal
7 dabs of oil
6 blazin' bubblers
5 smokin' spliffs
4 grams of purple
3 beautiful bowls
2 boombastic bongs
and a brand new marijuana tree.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
I shuffle on
In Babylon
My dreams are of
my home, Zion
I puff the ****
it won't be long
until I'm gone
from Babylon
With kush I fly
Through the smokey sky
On ****** wings
I wave goodbye
The weight is lifted
and so am I
I see you Zion!
My eyes, they cry.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 11:23 AM UTC
Me and the squad
Rippin' bowls on the hill
I says "hey baud,
we aint fried still!"
My boy says "I know, ****
where'd we get this kush?"
An answer from Schmidt
"Growing in the bush"
We smoked poison ivy
**** you Schmidt.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 4:49 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
Would JAH be proud?
This kush is hella loud.
Is JAH smiling down?
Or does he look with a frown?
For I have been told
by boss men of old
That I had smoked the lettuce of the devil.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
I found a lighter in an old winter coat
and remembered that it belonged to you
I spun the flint and saw the spark we shared
the flame died like our love.
We sparked blunts together
We spent months together
Our love was to be forever
Or so we thought
We smoked some reef
But then we had beef
And we just had to be apart
Oh reggae love, I miss you so
But our ending was all she wrote
Maybe I'll find some other ***
And find her lighter in my coat
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
I hate marijuana.
It is a class A drug for a reason.
It destroys your brain and brings anarchy to the world.
Me looks both ways to see if anyone around
ok mon, now dat da feds are gone, lets get ta business.
***Me inhales me blessed ******
**** is cool. It's actually really nice.
If ya t'ink otherwise, den ya better t'ink twice.
Me gonna tell you, why Reggae is my life.
Me love Reggae so much me wish it was me wife.
Marijane is me love. Spliffs and Reefers too.
Kush makes me so hot you'd t'ink I had da flu.
Why should ya smoke herb? Me gonna tell you why.
When ya smoke heaven's grass ya feel like ya gonna fly.
Away from all ya problems. Towards a purposeful end.
Makes ya feel, so nice. **** you will soon befriend.
******
hErb
Green
Grass
****
Everything Cook and Curry (Reggae term for "Everything is Fine")
REGGAE
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC