"doobies" poems
Rat Farts
Once again me and my baby have split
now I'm all alone and feeling like doodoo
Im bettin' for sure you thought I'd say ****
can't talk like that when I'm wearin' my tutu
the Doobies in the background rockin' it out
smoked one myself now at least I am writing
stuffing my face with my homemade sour *****
next on my jukebox is a song 5 for fighting
I usually can find a good way to ***** up
too often my mouth gets in the way of my brain
I once stood in front of the asylum with a cup
trying to convince everyone that I was insane
one more hit should make the trip complete
crap, now I spilled a bowl of chili on my shorts
sitting here staring at the warts on my feet
another trip to the doc what can I say but rat farts
Gomer and Morpheus
Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 8:37 AM UTC
ere body ere where
christmas lights erewhere
but for a reggae mon like me,
not a care in de world
erey body watchin Christmas movies
me in de basement smokin doobies
erey yungin mailin santas ouse
de only ting we want from santa
is a sled full of jamacan ganga
trees in ere bodys windows
me smoke me tree for christmas
no fancy decoration required
me gettin tired of christmas already
me just guna smoke till me lungs feel heavy
ereybody wants it to snow
me hopin for some good smoke
de christmas spirit is in de air
me listenin to reggae comin me hair
dis is christmas for a reggae mon
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 8:44 AM UTC
Bongs,boobs, and *****
No ***** given,
Dumb doobies taking a snooze
Only one true love though.
Touching me in heaven,
Making me feel beautiful yo
Society, seclusion, and ceremonies.
No blessings given,
Hippies hang Uno the key
Typos, trends, trumps.
Everything is so intertwined y woven,
I gotta get outta my slump
Only, one, and unto.
The end a *****
For you I do
The surprise of my life.
My lucky # 7,
For my love, my past life.
My universal heaven,
I would take any slated knife
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 5:46 AM UTC
3 reggae doobies sat on a wall.
One of them was seven feet tall.
The second was short, and fat.
De **** was tough, n' carried a gat.
All of a sudden, a doobette walks by.
De tree doobies wanna giv'er a try.
De bluntz lean in a little closer.
Each givea whistle lik a poser.
De female spliff dismisses deir plees.
De doobies cut 'er off n' get on deir kneees.
Dey beg, and dey beg, and dey cry.
But she turns away and says, "nice try".
De doobies jump back, onto deir wall.
Didn't get how she resisted their call.
A new baety walks by, to test their luck.
Hopefully dis spliff will be down to ****
The tall one walks around front.
She waves her hand, shooin' dat blunt.
The fat one takes a shot, talks derty.
Clearly she ain't in da mood to be flirty.
Da gangster ****** roll takes a shot.
Literally, he fuckin' shot 'er bumba clot.
De doobies flee, as the doobette falls.
Dere goes 3 reggae doobies who sat on a wall.
Respect women. You never know when they might save ya life.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
I lived through it,
The up and down times
When I sold ***
And did other petty crimes.
I was there when
Hot girls were really guys
Hiding floppy secrets
Between their nyloned thighs.
I loved through it,
Saturdays that started
On Tuesday morning
When I first departed;
Two packs of cigs
And a week’s doobies,
By then a value
Almost that of rubies.
I laughed through it,
A **** ***** your jokes
Were so funny if
You were providing smokes.
I flattered and flirted
Whatever it would finally take
To score a bit of ****
Even the skimpiest shake.
I lolled through it,
Lying buck naked in your bed
Or with your guests
Whatever you originally said
Because you scored,
You were the source of dope.
Without your patronage
I didn’t have a moment of hope.
I hitchhiked through it,
Long trips back from Malibu
When I had worn out
My welcome to the world of you.
I hope the ride might be
Another adventure; more ****
Or some food and drink
To satisfy my every begging need.
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 5:51 PM UTC
Sit back, relax, these cravings make this couch feel like rehab
out of reach of my stash, feel like I'm crashin' but I already crashed
been here since work an' I can't feel my feet, crap!
Sit up, and remember everything that you tried to keep from thinkin' of
your account, the amount, dropping like doves
in these times of war, no heroes just ****** nerdin' out on the game of life
trying step it up on the score boards, tryin' ta live like lords in this world
that has no law, why not be an outlaw, tough cuffed, straight jaw
dealin' out pain like a war god, Kratos, dime bags is small tomatos
when you could push yayo, one call to my man and I could get a crateful.
****** if I ain't a salesman, slanging nuns chewy doobies on the side, call me satan
and I'm the king of this world, it's hell, try escapin', I could have it
in the palm a' my hand if I made a move but then I gotta choose, play my luck
trust my ******* gut to keep from getting cut, like it's my only homie but he only knows
me cause I was pushing dro with the stonies.
I don't want a knife in my back, a run in with the feds or getting popped by the caps
tryin' ta dodge traps laid by cats that is jealous of my stacks,
I want a paradise where we all make racks, blast our music, blaze it fat, and all rap
sleep with both eyes closed, no need to watch our back,
too bad we were born in a world ruled by cash,
ain't never gonna have a globe like that...
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 10:58 PM UTC
Dinking too much whiskey,
Behaving sort of risky,
Telling lying stories,
Tall tales of former glories,
Laughing between the tokes,
At outrageously bad jokes;
We thought we were outlaws,
But were tamer than in-laws.
Out for a wild ride,
Living on the wild side
And howling at the moon.
The sun will be rising soon.
Honking horns at passing cars
Toking doobies under the stars,
Letting no cuties pass us by
Without whistling, my oh my.
We were certain we were cool
Too ****** to know we were fools.
Escapees from the workaday,
We ten-mile perimeter ruanways.
Out for a wild ride,
Living on the wild side
And howling at the moon.
The sun will be rising soon.
Out at night, no three-piece suits,
Sandals instead of fruit boots
Pegged jeans and rolled up sleeves
No fancy stuff with fancy weaves.
Prepared for whatever comes
Serenaded by engine hum
We told each other that we were hot.
Even though we knew we were not.
Out for a wild ride,
Living on the wild side
And howling at the moon.
The sun will be rising soon.
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
I know back roads and bonfires.
I know pine trees and rivers.
I know parking lots and cigarettes.
I know trailers and trailblazers.
The day I was born I was wrapped in dust,
it coated my skin and made me sneeze.
I was laid down on a bed of dust and my nose began to bleed, it hasn't stopped.
In school we'd throw a tennis ball against a wall, we'd run through the field, we didn't have swings, we didn't have a soccer ball.
We read from dusty books, we inhaled the words and dust alike.
In high school we drove fast down back roads. We drank beer and started a fire. We swam in the rivers and smoked doobies on the rocks.
These are the things I know.
I know this small town, I know the people in it, I know the trees and I know the back roads.
I don't know heartbreak.
I don't know alcoholism.
I don't know anything that is not covered in dust, I don't know anything beyond this valley.
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 4:29 PM UTC
let me clear my head of this confusing teenage haze
i haven't been myself in a couple of days
I haven't cried even though i really really want to
the beers, stogue's and doobies are the only things that get me through
believe me, i don't wanna rely on it
but i can't find another distraction
to ease the pain and the chemical reaction in my brain
and i'm a piece of ****
but its fine because everyone is too
smoking and over thinking is my bad habit
i really need to quit that's the healthy thing to do
but i'm young and drunk and dumb
miss isolate from everyone dressed like a drugged ***
gonna fall and never get back up
alcohol splashing out my cup
throw up, wiped my mouth i'm going south
wobble to the couch, lay down then pass out
lipstick on the pillow sadness and the sunrise saying hello
hair a mess, life's a mess illegal substances role play my therapist
hand on my chest, staring at the light behind my eyelids
happiness hid behind a tree deep in the forest of emptiness
parent-less, penny-less and curious
dizzy, lost and depressed
the sound of fuzz on the t-v, i pull the covers over me
wish someone would sing me a lullaby, but everyone just has to die
and the question why echoes in my head so loud and clear
and nobody else seems to hear the faint voice in the background cry for help
and i think that voice is myself
and all these kids don't wanna live and nobody even knows
walking empty shell's with blue hearts dressed in clothes
everyone's sadness in slow motion for me
and i wish i couldn't see
but even if i were blind i could still feel
and i wish none of this were real
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 1:48 AM UTC
Remember when
we were so comfortable
underneath the mid day sun
at one of our favourite festivals
the bands had long stopped
but the music still danced in our hearts
lifting our spirits to the heavens
and giving praise to this beautiful day.
we had all gathered together
but not to say goodbye;
to lay in the sweet grass
and
hold on, by the tips of our fingers
for just a few more hours...
and
get a little high
with the sun's rays ablaze and
no current riding our open backs
your skin was like wildfire
captivating, shimmering in the light
those UV rays got nothin' on you
i laid at your side with a bag
filled of sweet & sticky treats
..an archive of sorts
and asked what was your tongue's favourite taste
the finest of delights fit for a queen
sometimes require a perfect surface
and the way your black hair glimmered that day
i couldn't help but see you
as my little Cleopatra
your curves creating shadows
upon the dimples of your back
i asked if you'd mind, with a zig-zag in my hand
and you looked at me.
and you smiled.
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
I got up late and left the house at eight.
To some that might be early but it’s not.
The cloudless day surely would be great
I wanted to see a friend who I found hot.
Right before the bus stop I heard someone
Calling out my name, a voice I knew.
Asking if I wanted to have some great fun;
He could be counted on to follow through.
We went around the corner to a buddy
One I was sure I had never met before.
His front yard was wet and very muddy
With marijuana plants there by the score.
We went inside and after a few doobies
I asked him if the cops left him alone;
After all those plants are not jujubies.
He didn’t answer me, but dialed the phone.
A little while later I heard someone knocking
Our host went over, let the new guest in.
I guess my face betrayed something shocking,
Because I heard the laughter of my friends.
Standing in the door was a policeman
Full regalia, face as stern as a warrior.
I got up, almost straight enough to stand
When our host said don’t call your lawyer.
Relax, he said, the cop is my kid brother
And he does not believe in this law;
He thinks the rules against *** and hemp
Are dumber than a script from Hee Haw.
We sat there with him and passed the joint.
He told us not to worry about his sergeant.
He smokes too, so that’s a good point.
*** heads with a policeman friend is pleasant.
I never made it over to my friend’s place,
The one I started out today to see.
He didn’t expect me, so it is no disgrace.
How the day turned out was okay with me.
One of the nice things about cannabis use
Is the happy acceptance of one’s fate.
Not caring where you’re going is a good excuse
To stay longer and not care if you are late.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 10:06 PM UTC
my baby hailey,
I'd eat this world.
I'd churp and burp .;.
It's all so bright
I'ts moving my sight
I'm on a first flight
No need to hold tight
I'm morfing allnight...
My eye sight is rubies I'll pass on the doobies .
my tune is groovys, .. this beat. wawh wawh wawh , ! get me the saw this tree needs a bra >.>
................That lazy daisy!........... is driving me crazy bin in the shower foe more then an hour'
waisting my water getting me hotter
I must be a giant your freshest client .
I think I have power ! that you should know,
just kiddin bro you're face seams to glow.
whatta great trip You're getting a tip
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 7:28 PM UTC
The hippie days were rather hard
For a young guy just starting out.
Off- brand jeans and crew-cut hair
Didn’t carry all that much clout.
I was into show tunes and Elvis,
The Beatles were great and new.
I lucked right into the Troubadour
And fell in love with Elton too.
One of my ladies loved Airplane
The other loved the Monkees
The problem was that only one
Was ever approved by junkies.
But I was so squeaky clean
That I was only into cheap coffee.
I swear I could get high as a kite
On Russel Stover’s fine toffee.
But something changed for me
The day I first heard David Bowie.
It sounds kind of childish now
But he was special and so glowy.
He pointed out some dichotomies
Between what was said and done.
At that time we needed something
And Bowie was obviously the one.
I didn’t stick there with his genie
But his genius opened some doors
And affected my art and my poetry
Way back then and forever more.
So then it was Prince, The Doobies,
Aretha Franklin and Annie DiFranco.
And, of course, the one-hit wonders
About eighteen hundred or so.
It wasn’t always about music
This social code of mine.
But music underscored it all
Made even politics toe the line.
We made changes in civil rights
And even affected an evil war.
There is no reason to doubt it.
Music will continue to change more.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC
There's a group of young people
laying on the rocks
a doobie passing between them,
two beers for each.
They're listening to the sound of the river,
they're laughing and they look into each others eyes
and they are good, they are soft and warm and a little toasted,
thank the sun, thank the earth, thank the friends.
I'm among them,
with my pen in my hand and my notebook on my lap.
Terra, she calls out for a beer, I reach into my bag and toss her one.
Kelly, she calls out for a cigarette, I reach into my bag and toss her one,
Dylan, he calls out for a guitar pick, I reach into my pocket and toss him one.
Chloe, she calls out so as to not be alone, I reach into my pocket and toss her love,
I toss love to them all, they always catch it, and toss their own back, I never drop it.
It's February but it's hot.
It snowed last week (ah! What a beautiful day) and today there's a high of 75.
The air is cooler by the water,
we climb up the canyon to watch the sunset.
A cool end to a cool day.
We all pile into my truck.
Kelly, to her ranch.
Terra, to her trailer.
Dylan, to his barn.
Chloe, to her town house.
Me, to my church.
Many laughs, many hugs, many eyes met, many glances kept, much love tossed, a couple doobies smoked, a twelve pack drunk, and a day lazed in the sun.
A handful of friendship, an ocean of love.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 5:13 PM UTC
the breeze of change blow in expectantly , but a nice surprise , one of todays daily miracles
last night , there was party for the universe
inspiration abound , new faces , new takes on food , new love in the hearts of travelers
bed at 00:13 asleep at 2
tears and laughter
doobies and wine
peace and time , wonder is abound
i thank all , i thank me , i thank thee
frogs croak now as the night draws in after a pink and purple sunset fleshed out cumulonimbus clouds
how big they are !
clear skies abound even rain clouds bring blessings
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 8:14 AM UTC
I've been blazing through these pages, a daily duty
Wit withered away with daily doobies
These ladies with beautiful names
I use to make use of any human, I met who moved me
But these ladies, these brainy beauties
With grace and ageless folly
With so much to give
And so much to take in
Plainly makes me amazed
And jolly, I guess in a way they taught me
Awe,
And to never waste waning words with
Vain and cocky tales of some form of me
I’ve felt, but never comfortably
Presented
Especially not to these brainy beauties
Jaw dropping dripping hotties
Hot chocolate melting on top
Of a fugde sundae
Hot and cold, every sensation felt
As they enter and escape from me
The best blend
Blessed I guess
Nevertheless
Best left to rest
These brainy beauties
With grace and booties
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 12:14 AM UTC
Doobies and records,
Doobies and records,
Kissing you is like doobies and records,
Let's sit on the carpet and see what type of sound we could measure;
Doobies and records,
We were born to make love under the sun,
So let's take this listening party outside for awhile,
As we lie down in the mystic,
We mingle with the esoteric,
Doobies they smelled, records we spun;
Collaborated on culture and shared wisdom from within,
Doobies and records made us friends,
We took one more hit and off in the distance we went,
Doobies and records,
Doobies and records,
Me and my lady took the first train to soft wild pleasure,
Held hands until the sunset matched our feet,
Even in loneliness our spirits join,
Doobies and records is a hell of a time,
Doobies and records will get you connected,
Connected with the soul of earth,
She's beautiful on top of the Apache dirt,
Doobies and records,
Featuring me and her,
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 10:56 PM UTC
Too high to sleep
Too throwed to eat
Swisher Sweet rolled up sumo
Who knows if I'll make it
To see past 27
Let alone this week
Couldn't leave that white girl
Alone this week
So I'm too high to sleep
Too throwed to eat
Still bumpin Lil Peep
Like it's the beginning of 2017
And I'm on Troy Ave
Ya boy has too much acid in him
Pass the blunt then pass the poison
Pass the venom
Let me drown out my thoughts
Give me vices over advice, it's
That lilheathen fiend
Cup full of Sprite spiked with codeine
It takes the edge off the trip
Jump off the ledge, then I'll drift
Into an ocean of that purple potion
A notion to kick the habit
Before I kick the bucket
**** it, sip more lean
Pop more beans
Til I"m gone off them jiggas
Go figure
This sinister literature
Dispensed by yours truly
Always came from the truth, see
Doobies rolled up and they're laced
With that wax
Now it's gon' smoke for some hours
That's facts
Load up the dab rig as I
Pop another hit of that cid
Which makes three today
So I couldn't smoke enough **** today
But he's to stay
That lilheathen minion givin Hell
To these so-called prophets
They just want to profit
Off our conscience
And I ain't got one
I been ****** since they been thrown
Fire and brimstone
Coughing off it often
Til' they lay me in that coffin
I've been here for too long
Not long enough
Nirvana isn't too far
It's far enough
I see it coming round the corner
Either that
Or it's just the coroner
I couldn't really tell
Within this distorted corridor
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 7:23 AM UTC
A cove no one knows, quite out of the way
I lie on my back, among poppies that sway
The waves lick the cliff, the wind whispers kind
I wonder what is there, left for me to find
Jumping Jack Flash, a dance in the rain
D.B. , my hero, jumps out of a plane
The heavens come crashing, the world goes insane
With Doobies in London, and Zappa in Spain
Baby crow on my shoulder, drinking beer from a keg
Dreifuss the feline is missing a leg
Jasmine the feisty, Simba the Zen
Don’t worry my Budman, we’ll hook up again
Minuet me so tender, Sarabande me so sweet
With Bach on the rocks, yet Haendel just neat
Vasarely my vision, Jack London my soul
Let it all come together, in a crescenduous feat
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC
Sell cokes in a bottle goin' full throttle
in the Q 45 infiniti with 10' squares
of bass funk in ya face ya a disgrace
cases i make none pull out my guns they run
to the corner
meet the coroner nobody goin' to mourn ya
i love the dough **** the Show
put hoes onto Moschino sip the Morijito
make chips like dorito with the Monte Cristo
sittin' on the earlobe doobies gotta roll em
homies dap me cuz im a sho gun no one
can dare compare death glares give cold stares
strip ya of ya title no clothes leave ya in ya underwear
dont care don't **** with Jigga
but only these figures
i like B-I-G check mickeys black E-Y-E
from tryna stop the Grind now he Partially Blind
Sniff lines not the white lines
Im cold as **** pushin' ya luck get ya self a sweater
cuz when my heat comes
i bring the pain lightening thunder and the reign
cant stop it flows i drop it hoes i got it
on lock like a solitary confinement ya just freshman
i moved Senior less than a year no tears no worries
got glory Clutchin' like Horry pick a new catergory
cuz i get bored with chillin' the same spot same knot
makin' my Rounds around the World and i yayayah
players haters hate me
i dont why? maybe is because i hug the sky
mad tight right ! blunts for the flight
livin' the high life while ya stay Low
i thought ya knew
i Love the Dough !!ugh
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 2:28 AM UTC
Lines chopped and cup *******
I like my beats chopped and *******
Misconstrued with contraband
Tryin to concentrate, I think I
Need to stand up
Dazed and confused
Off haze and the juice
Somebody please reprimand all my
Detrimental plans to dive off of the edge of the land
Can't understand the path at hand
The man that stands in the mirror
Forgot how to stand
Pour up a four and then chunk up the deuce
Doubling up, double my cup
Always rolling another one up
I'm smoking for two
Chainsmoking
In no mood
Rude boy rolling moon rock
Watch the wax ooze as I look to the ***
Dreco's and doobies
Who's he
That Lil Heathen fiend
Lurking and creeping for more cups of codeine
I got a 100 on a pint
Throwed at night
Shades on so I don't have to see a thing in sight
100 blunts and now I'm finally high
The acid paints the sky tie dye
As I drift into fading light with
More **** to light
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 2:56 AM UTC
Yeah sitting here thinking how old you be this year?
I shed a tear for everyday or year your not here
Babygirl Zekara Smith I'll always miss
When we used to kissed back in the park
Close to the dark you'll always bein my heart
Now I gotta new spark who stickin' to me like darts
Once I took my ordered steps know I couldn't live without you no doubt
Everything I write about
Is about my past memories of love melodies like the Isley I'll be
In a summer breeze spreading doobies with the homies
**** girl I see you rocking in the afterworld
Mediums felt through the pain that I felt and dealt with
And weighed me down almost to the ground
But somehow I'm still standing strong and holding on
Seems like yesterday we used exchange words to say
Over the phone told you I'll be home
But home wasnt where I wanted it to be suddenly
I got page on my cellular saying you went into coma
**** im a gonna
Took a puff of marijuana
Cuz the pain bit me harder than the locks of an anacoda preyed by discourage
I didn't have the courage that you had to nurish
My brain even though I was insane you stepped in and remained calm strong energy never drains
I wish I could turn back the hands of time
replay our timeline and embrace much more sunshine
Seein' your eyes glare like sun light to water stares
Reflection of self you was good for my health
I didn't know my wealth ya beautiful admire
Pass the physical desire hooked on ya love like a plier
Voiced to ya invisible amplifier and everything else that's hold above
Baby girl I need your lovee
In memory of my fallen love and my fallen seed that you carried I'll see y'all in the afterlife I'm doing my time on Earth to live out this curse
Zekara Smith (1988 Jan 6- 2006 Apr 3)
I'll always miss you **** what these haters say our will last forever and ever
My dear here me clear I still.shed a tear each day ya birthday passed my way
And that
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 7:15 AM UTC