#uses
i'll keep telling myself i'm fine till i'm dead
you can always improve yourself tomorrow
a fatal flaw - one i'm too comfortable with
to change on my own two feet, alone
but i keep jumping off bridges and hoping
that i don't hit my hopes on the way down
even underwater i'm hopelessly hopeful
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
Coal, graphite and diamond
All are elements of pure carbon
If you take a vote
I will go with graphite
Cause I am a writer -
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
(cuz ma life iz such a drag...
this **** 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 *****
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 ***
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?
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 1:26 AM UTC
Blanks.
Wasted parts of space.
Lost in thought and in uses;
a blank canvas without any muses.
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 1:26 PM UTC
please baby
be my last
quit
running
crazy ladys
she grabbed
at
me
she ripped
the buttons off
of
my
favorite shirt
she was the first
of
how many loves
how many words my dear
may we call you my dear
we already called you over
we were hoping your hand
on
the
park bench
we will never forget these stotys
you have calmed me in an hour
of
need
there was never an case
of
want
between
me and you
it has always
been need
i need
you
i
love you
car alarms keep going off in my head
why are you stealing from me
we woke up and seen
you running
with
an
boy
with an
flannel shirt
fell back to sleep
dreamed we
hung ourselves with that flannel shirt
we woke up screaming
how many loves
?
...
..
.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 10:18 AM UTC
IF I'VE NEVER DONE A THING RIGHT
Then what do you want me to write?
Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 11:53 PM UTC
Got no ticket, but beggars don't choose
who gives a care, if it's legal, bus drivers,
I knew, would never leave a man walkin' in snow.
It must be people like me get old all the time,
and we go musing using other people's vibes,
like rich folk use their money, saying see me
be me, better than you, and what can you do
when you become Diogenes face to face
with one got dammed right honest man
standing in the noon light by the ode to Zeus
written by Epimenides, quoted twice by Luke,
as he was recollecting all he had heard said,
during the voyages when the visions rolled out,
got it plain, find that old way where good is,
and walk in it,
want not, fret nought
woe and waiting, aim is true, wait to see,
be like baby puppies, mewling kittens, too,
we become vapors we mystify, by our lonesome
hearing our life's top forty as far as youtube cares
I hear somebody singing The Weight
at least six times already this eighth of January,
and the zero sum of it all seems unlikely, Luke
was lost in pondering Poe's Annabel Lee… likely
mocked in my opinion by the first version
sung earlier this century, Annabel Lee, a meme
from a man, two years away from dying, too soon,
some say his true love went before him, too soon
and we cannot relate to the time when such songs
became the first news we had that Poe had died,
but left us with the kind of angels he had in mind.
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 7:20 PM UTC
Water has carved around over and through the largest mountains,
With it's might, it is needed to keep all living creatures alive,
For without we would all shrivel out of sight.
Everyone has complained about water on a rainy day,
It can refresh our bodies as we wash dirt away.
Water way's move food & cargo around the globe everyday,
It's used for, fishing swimming, and other activities when we play.
It's used to produce electricity and cool engines, across our land,
We take it for granted until a shortage in the hot desert sand.
During the cold season water freezes, we can slip fall on our back,
If a fire gets out of hand water is usually the first line of attack.
Always remember when water is flowing, it is one of the strongest,
forces known to man, also so gentle as a splash we only feel the,
Temperature as it falls on our hand.
The original Tom Maxwell / poems 2005 AD
Philosopher
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 6:48 PM UTC