"cannibus" poems
the sounds are there, they come through walls
right around the corner
they're not visual, they're miserable and in need
they're equal opportunity exhibitionists
lovers of a family get together, taking everything in
parasitic and aware, destitute and stuck
but they're also there at the wrong time
the wrong time for the person who's alone
the wrong time for a person who's disconnected
because they want to be enjoying peace and quiet
alone
by themselves in an old house
with summer outside making its noises, crickets
trees rustling under a jeweled sky, the pinnacle of up high
breathing in the home air of cannibus, lotion and food
being disturbed is far from a thought, but unavoidable
simultaneously
because the house has a strange history
the basement floods, and the machinery kicks in
the mind ponders as the constellations wander
the nights grow and shrink, the body is dry, bone dry
the shower is turned on, soap, shampoo
lost in the mind on autopilot
until the spine stiffens
its without a doubt that I'm not alone now
a minute ago i was the master of this house
a minute ago I was naked in the hallway, smoking a cigar
now I've been usurped and I just want to barricade myself
in this house that I've live in for 15 years, now i beg for permission
to stay just one more night
I beg because how could I possibly fight
It's my conscious or the pontius pilate
I hope it's the former, because if not, blowout the pilot light
There's little hope for re-ignition or stellar recognition
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 2:30 PM UTC
Fashionable entourage
people dance in step
to the beat of hidden
native rituals
Hidden here and there
seeing a pair clad up to the hilt
with colored shades
cool as mountain glades
that never
shakes or simmers
on fire
a real deep desirous searching soul
Rapping about nothing
even though
face to face
words bounce off expressions
as cool as mountain glades
that soon melt-fade
into the distance
Rap, tap, clap
never nap
the cannibus-filled room
embellished by flashing lights
on nights
that take spatial flights
into another world that enters upon
lounging everywhere
people lost in space,
in time,
in androgynous acts
In vogue, you speak to me
about fashions
that dazzle, frazzel, razzle,
and lip curl
and eye twinkle
me to you,
in real
but unreal
cannibus-sweet-dusky-dreamy-rooms
MTV blotched, bleached
Sergio Valente dungarees,
then a real feeling child cries
in the background
and is soon hustled off to bed
And never a hurt we laugh
and smile
and smile
A frozen smile grin;
take it on the chin sport
Keep up the good front
Keep up the grinning fort sport
A sported fort fortified Disneyland
and life's forever
carousel ride
and sweep the dirt under the carpet
A speak about profits
And speak about"ME" yuppie things;
about golden rings
that wrap around ears, around wrists, and cattle noses
Seek time entwined
to search geometrically
the advertisements
that lead you
and nobody but you to you
A love ballad between
one and no one but you
You and you
and you
and you
Being good you
you being good to you,
Being good to nar-sa-see-you
you being good to only you,
to yoou
to yoou
to yoooooooooou
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 4:18 AM UTC
Can I get a witness, is this fictitious conviction a doctored poise of weakness fitness?
Is the thread of this line as thick as timber? is there a bridge to the other side?
Is there a sign assigned to portend the culmination of the potential potent?
I breath and illuminate ancient accents but bodies are absent, these are ghosts that live on through time tracks
Can I get a witness? does this drive fit the description, doctored scripts of truth, can I get an Archangel's prescription?
I saw a lady today, she looked brainwashed and obsequious, so servile - as the norms say - serving the vile lies, entrapped and shackled by half-truths and recipees of dogma and Earth ties
We missed the show, it is shown in slow motion and rewind
We'd be blind as we're encouraged to be kind and forever unwind as the Fourth-Kind keeps humanity behind
It is a web orchestrated by the Serpent and Spider Tribes who lost some light and denied the Right (the Law) and keep us living in this Galactic War-Lore, singing a song so sore with a few doors open to see beyond
Can I get a Witness, who bit the apple of temptation? Where is the Cosmic dentist or Planetary Herbalist? to scatter Grade-A cannibus
The truth doth come with a twist, it will leave your psyche having fits, before you find it you go through ppshit that will have you wish to slit your wrists
Sagacious and enigmatic you return to the world not the same, you have a new name, gold is your blood and light are your eyes for you have looked through the burning All-Seeing Eye but no one believes you because all witnesses die.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC
Cannibus
Ice cream
Whiskey
Chips
Yet you're the one that seeps into me
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC
As the warm colours of the yellow moon finally came through, she was still in Utopia.
Earthly hours passed by and nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.
Eye decided to take the big step of opening, causing confusion and anger with the mind and body.
During the blessed day star ball dance.
She was a teenager in the form of cannibus sativa. Her endless thoughts of an undying love and screaming of unspoken words through body rock needed to be fed.
Her mind, heart so mute..Nina always had a spiritual black out.
As bright as the day and happy people may be, mind has always been cold, dark, icy and full of blurred irrelevant past figures.
Yet a mystery figure has always been on the run. Heart on sativa dragging the rightful organs to prepare for an undecided marathon.
The morning comes, sun rises, the day goes by and nightfall comes..connection between her and the mighty happiness beholder became thunder.
She danced gracefully in his mind, appeared as a motion picture at the darkest hours of the early morning and he'd feed her mind with his presence....she slowly stepped back from all icy thoughts and instantly got hooked to his presence and last moments.
She promises to always be the mighty happiness beholder's ****** drugged and always overdosing in his undying love and affection now.
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC