"toker" poems - Hello Poetry

Each afternoon in June, I loiter-linger on the corner of 37th avenue, Both eyes asleep, A summer’s sunset smile on my face, A flock of fairies in free float round my head. My habit, a daily pause, Plant my haunch against the blue barrel mail box, Old empty drum, anachronism, stubborn antique. I cringe at the mad jazz of shrieks and horns on cue, The hatter’s rush at end of day, There is purpose in this cacophony, My city boasts and brags with noise, Intoxicated on aroma, A frequency with every smell. Baptiste’s Pizza owns the breeze at 4 p.m. Inhale this baker’s breath, An oven-joy in one warm gust, Blond baked crust, Tomatoes boil and bubble cheese, Salt fresh anchovies, red peppers, A currency of meats. I salivate and lick the wind, Hunger is desire. Sudden harmony in one sweet waft, A pleasant jet stream, A toker passes by, And gifts me with a 60’s contact high. A small girl’s mouthful voice, A jam cram of donuts is my guess. The rattle, clap and black lung cough, An old school diesel delivery truck, The air brakes squeal for release, It’s quitting time and everything wants to be free A homeboy, my local jive, I know his dreams, A lacquered finish, In love with his axe, You feel me... tap, bump and go. Vinegar and toxic spice, A window washer’s delight, He squeals a squeaky clean Fresh roses, oh a hopeful night, bonne chance, The catastrophe of a cigarette, The killer joy of a fresh cigar, An uptown girl's stealth perfume, She knows her prey, He knows her ploy, A mid west girl and a downtown boy Daylight begs to dim, The sun will witness just enough, no more, My corner holds its own, Each afternoon my part in scenes, I dream, And never wish, but often wonder, About the life that might have been.

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Mar 25, 2016

Mar 25, 2016 at 4:08 PM UTC

hank-helman

Corner

Each afternoon in June, I loiter-linger on the corner of 37th avenue, Both eyes asleep, A summer’s sunset smile on my face, A flock of fairies in free float round my head. My habit, a daily pause, Plant my haunch against the blue barrel mail box, Old empty drum, anachronism, stubborn antique. I cringe at the mad jazz of shrieks and horns on cue, The hatter’s rush at end of day, There is purpose in this cacophony, My city boasts and brags with noise, Intoxicated on aroma, A frequency with every smell. Baptiste’s Pizza owns the breeze at 4 p.m. Inhale this baker’s breath, An oven-joy in one warm gust, Blond baked crust, Tomatoes boil and bubble cheese, Salt fresh anchovies, red peppers, A currency of meats. I salivate and lick the wind, Hunger is desire. Sudden harmony in one sweet waft, A pleasant jet stream, A toker passes by, And gifts me with a 60’s contact high. A small girl’s mouthful voice, A jam cram of donuts is my guess. The rattle, clap and black lung cough, An old school diesel delivery truck, The air brakes squeal for release, It’s quitting time and everything wants to be free A homeboy, my local jive, I know his dreams, A lacquered finish, In love with his axe, You feel me... tap, bump and go. Vinegar and toxic spice, A window washer’s delight, He squeals a squeaky clean Fresh roses, oh a hopeful night, bonne chance, The catastrophe of a cigarette, The killer joy of a fresh cigar, An uptown girl's stealth perfume, She knows her prey, He knows her ploy, A mid west girl and a downtown boy Daylight begs to dim, The sun will witness just enough, no more, My corner holds its own, Each afternoon my part in scenes, I dream, And never wish, but often wonder, About the life that might have been.

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The mulled cider is spoiled the drunken clown ran out of helium the roses withered sapphire's shattered the paper is burned your eyes dont shine they dont sparkle your arm is now covered with scars brought on by a lover write it down in the books cause boy I've never loved another the way I once loved you a place in my heart for a man of 420 my mistake would be our fate oblivious to lies you then became part of my game two timing you not my intention took you out of my jar of hearts past broken but returned you there after my mistake close up your scars and dry your **** eyes it's over now don't call me baby I've done you wrong move on today you'll do great she'll love you like i did but you'll be her only spoil her silly notice her quirks she'll love you like i did she'll love your embrace she'll know your face like i did she'll love your piercings, your tattoos and even your car c'mon kid you'll be fine show off that smile and those beautiful eyes she'll be a **** toker just like you you'll laugh together like we have so many times before you'll love her as much as you once lived me she'll love you like i did but you'll be her only

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Sep 3, 2012

Sep 3, 2012 at 1:04 PM UTC

jennifer-8

This Is Not A Day For A Cakewalk

The mulled cider is spoiled the drunken clown ran out of helium the roses withered sapphire's shattered the paper is burned your eyes dont shine they dont sparkle your arm is now covered with scars brought on by a lover write it down in the books cause boy I've never loved another the way I once loved you a place in my heart for a man of 420 my mistake would be our fate oblivious to lies you then became part of my game two timing you not my intention took you out of my jar of hearts past broken but returned you there after my mistake close up your scars and dry your **** eyes it's over now don't call me baby I've done you wrong move on today you'll do great she'll love you like i did but you'll be her only spoil her silly notice her quirks she'll love you like i did she'll love your embrace she'll know your face like i did she'll love your piercings, your tattoos and even your car c'mon kid you'll be fine show off that smile and those beautiful eyes she'll be a **** toker just like you you'll laugh together like we have so many times before you'll love her as much as you once lived me she'll love you like i did but you'll be her only

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i think we all addicted prescriberd like lil sick kids depressed for only fitted new era for the news to get bull **** for the twisted mini van is two in front and get ****** took gin and juice but sniffed it glue shoved and huffed a bag no lunch asked to twix it or maybe captain crunch take a break chit chat with satan who offers a kit kat say please satan stand back demons with a stare notorious b i g glare my eyes riding spines backless lines one word lies as she gets shifted christmas feelings the only part not gifted reverons speaking one words up lifting g o d is a new prescription because our days they are so limited like edition section or fiction a book did not quite fit him becaue he was more interseted in women who taught pain and sour living taking faith that was not giving spread hate as if they sinnin then grinning blasphemy is the only one listening as to see every one living the way they sinnin eating the plates they skimming treating favors as dares to forbidden that is so insignificant of our innocent oh so delicate like a rebel or maybe a filiment that leading the path with light and a laugh the joker the midnight toker taught take the money and run you sure ******* cuss alot for a nun teach our children that *** is fun its weird how ignorant we all feel when its all said and done

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Jan 8, 2014

Jan 8, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC

zachary-2

i think we all addicted

i think we all addicted prescriberd like lil sick kids depressed for only fitted new era for the news to get bull **** for the twisted mini van is two in front and get ****** took gin and juice but sniffed it glue shoved and huffed a bag no lunch asked to twix it or maybe captain crunch take a break chit chat with satan who offers a kit kat say please satan stand back demons with a stare notorious b i g glare my eyes riding spines backless lines one word lies as she gets shifted christmas feelings the only part not gifted reverons speaking one words up lifting g o d is a new prescription because our days they are so limited like edition section or fiction a book did not quite fit him becaue he was more interseted in women who taught pain and sour living taking faith that was not giving spread hate as if they sinnin then grinning blasphemy is the only one listening as to see every one living the way they sinnin eating the plates they skimming treating favors as dares to forbidden that is so insignificant of our innocent oh so delicate like a rebel or maybe a filiment that leading the path with light and a laugh the joker the midnight toker taught take the money and run you sure ******* cuss alot for a nun teach our children that *** is fun its weird how ignorant we all feel when its all said and done

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The Back Beat of the Bass, In a Bourban infused bar Smooth to the bend of , The blues note Guitar Saxman whail's to the, Smoky Slow blues Singer And Drummer riffs off , A High Hat Brush Stinger The Pianoman lays down, A Slow soft tune As the Vocals Stir the mix, In a soft **** Croon People dance so close, It Shuts out the World Lost in Love, Lust, & Bourban..... Bartender sets up another Round As the Crowd of the room, Soaks up the Sound..... Toker's Blowin' Smoke, Hid in the hall by the Johns The Bars Mood Sways...As the music Carries on A Patron at the Bar, Orders up another beer And the Dancers Float, Across the dance Floor The Glow of Neon Spills, Colored Red Lights.... A Soft **** Setting, For a Memorable Night The Guests all begged and, Pleaded for an Encore So the band fired up... Just one more All on A Saturday night.....JMF 1/31/15

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Jan 31, 2015

Jan 31, 2015 at 1:34 AM UTC

ShamusDeyo

The Soul of Rythm and Blues

The Back Beat of the Bass, In a Bourban infused bar Smooth to the bend of , The blues note Guitar Saxman whail's to the, Smoky Slow blues Singer And Drummer riffs off , A High Hat Brush Stinger The Pianoman lays down, A Slow soft tune As the Vocals Stir the mix, In a soft **** Croon People dance so close, It Shuts out the World Lost in Love, Lust, & Bourban..... Bartender sets up another Round As the Crowd of the room, Soaks up the Sound..... Toker's Blowin' Smoke, Hid in the hall by the Johns The Bars Mood Sways...As the music Carries on A Patron at the Bar, Orders up another beer And the Dancers Float, Across the dance Floor The Glow of Neon Spills, Colored Red Lights.... A Soft **** Setting, For a Memorable Night The Guests all begged and, Pleaded for an Encore So the band fired up... Just one more All on A Saturday night.....JMF 1/31/15

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TheBack Beat of the Bass, In a Bourbon infused bar Smooth to the bend of , The blues note Guitar Saxman whail's to the, Smoky Slow blues Singer And Drummer riffs off , A High Hat Brush Stinger The Piano Man lays down, A Slow soft tune As the Vocals Stir the mix, In a *Soft **** Croon* People dance so close, It Shuts out the World Lost in Love, Lust, & Bourban..... Bartender sets up another Round As the Crowd of the room, Soaks up the Sound..... Toker's Blowin' Smoke, Hid in the hall by the Johns The Bars Mood Sways...As the music Carries on A Patron at the Bar, Orders up another beer And the Dancers Float, Across the Dance Floor The Glow of Neon Spills, Colored Red Lights.... A Soft **** Setting*, For a Memorable Night The Guests all begged and, Pleaded for an Encore So the band fired up... Just one more All on A Saturday night.....JMF 1/31/15

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Feb 11, 2015

Feb 11, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC

ShamusDeyo

Bourbon and the Blues

TheBack Beat of the Bass, In a Bourbon infused bar Smooth to the bend of , The blues note Guitar Saxman whail's to the, Smoky Slow blues Singer And Drummer riffs off , A High Hat Brush Stinger The Piano Man lays down, A Slow soft tune As the Vocals Stir the mix, In a *Soft **** Croon* People dance so close, It Shuts out the World Lost in Love, Lust, & Bourban..... Bartender sets up another Round As the Crowd of the room, Soaks up the Sound..... Toker's Blowin' Smoke, Hid in the hall by the Johns The Bars Mood Sways...As the music Carries on A Patron at the Bar, Orders up another beer And the Dancers Float, Across the Dance Floor The Glow of Neon Spills, Colored Red Lights.... A Soft **** Setting*, For a Memorable Night The Guests all begged and, Pleaded for an Encore So the band fired up... Just one more All on A Saturday night.....JMF 1/31/15

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So you know I wasn’t raised in the hood, But in a beautiful place in Surrey enclosed by woods, Had quite a nice childhood, Until the age of ten, everything was all good. It all changed when my Dad went away, Couldn’t cope with my Mums Bipolar state, When he left I have a photo memory of that day, ‘Promise you won’t get divorced, I want you to stay’. Then that kid had to grow up quick, When mum had an episode, breakdown psychotic. Held the family together through all this **** Then lost the plot myself couldn’t handle it. So I left home very young, let down by pen pushers. Dumped in and out of care, social workers? Isn’t it a wonder how I became an alcoholic toker, Stress of my life turned me into a chain-smoking joker. A year I slept in my bus stop, Stealing food to survive from various shops, Helped to sleep with prayers and alchopops, Checked on by ‘Rosy cheeks’ the local cop.

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Apr 30, 2010

Apr 30, 2010 at 2:42 AM UTC

emma-johnson

Homeless times 2 (2009)

So you know I wasn’t raised in the hood, But in a beautiful place in Surrey enclosed by woods, Had quite a nice childhood, Until the age of ten, everything was all good. It all changed when my Dad went away, Couldn’t cope with my Mums Bipolar state, When he left I have a photo memory of that day, ‘Promise you won’t get divorced, I want you to stay’. Then that kid had to grow up quick, When mum had an episode, breakdown psychotic. Held the family together through all this **** Then lost the plot myself couldn’t handle it. So I left home very young, let down by pen pushers. Dumped in and out of care, social workers? Isn’t it a wonder how I became an alcoholic toker, Stress of my life turned me into a chain-smoking joker. A year I slept in my bus stop, Stealing food to survive from various shops, Helped to sleep with prayers and alchopops, Checked on by ‘Rosy cheeks’ the local cop.

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Short rap story Lil loonie was a loser school abuser at home told he's was no more than manure Always down on frowned on Hound on! People he's a supposed love are Far being bigons Stuck between two Mother with issues Dead brother picture hanngin in the window. Constant reticule only peace Was dream of revenue Own a avenue be a block owner like the corner toker smokers shadows crews Jammin to the bad words they lingo , The way lean tho , havin honnies chasin at they feet too Seems so blissful I want it! Soo lil Lonnie became a grown up, Started selling grass up in the school bus, Ayo man. Lonnie gone nuts ! Starting fights skippin class grabbing *** up in the hallway , Stealing cash, And ****** in the hallway, Jumpin other kids in the stall way He's gone gray, He finally dropped out , linked up with the corners, made a connection now he's transporting product , Constantly eyes shut , to the fact that he blind but makin quap to support his mom and dads **** So they didn't question his surprised bust , Did 20 rough , came home to a dead conscious mutt , and Cocain addicted **** , Moms up in hospital, dad has lost his mind , nuts. A remarried krutch Brain is crust , powdered dust loonie. Lil Lonnie lost a huge portion of life to a past hobby, trying to good now, takin flowers to the lobby. Only to find he's heading to mortuary section , mom didn't make it past the first chemo injection.

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Sep 28, 2016

Sep 28, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC

emmanuel-jv-hernandez

No title yet. (Work in progress)

Short rap story Lil loonie was a loser school abuser at home told he's was no more than manure Always down on frowned on Hound on! People he's a supposed love are Far being bigons Stuck between two Mother with issues Dead brother picture hanngin in the window. Constant reticule only peace Was dream of revenue Own a avenue be a block owner like the corner toker smokers shadows crews Jammin to the bad words they lingo , The way lean tho , havin honnies chasin at they feet too Seems so blissful I want it! Soo lil Lonnie became a grown up, Started selling grass up in the school bus, Ayo man. Lonnie gone nuts ! Starting fights skippin class grabbing *** up in the hallway , Stealing cash, And ****** in the hallway, Jumpin other kids in the stall way He's gone gray, He finally dropped out , linked up with the corners, made a connection now he's transporting product , Constantly eyes shut , to the fact that he blind but makin quap to support his mom and dads **** So they didn't question his surprised bust , Did 20 rough , came home to a dead conscious mutt , and Cocain addicted **** , Moms up in hospital, dad has lost his mind , nuts. A remarried krutch Brain is crust , powdered dust loonie. Lil Lonnie lost a huge portion of life to a past hobby, trying to good now, takin flowers to the lobby. Only to find he's heading to mortuary section , mom didn't make it past the first chemo injection.

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1- Totes inaprope dope smoker swisher toker blunt wrap roper you be like my ole aunt groper 2- She be grabbin ***** on all ya’ll in the Fall by the ball court short shorts and written reports 3- ******* dorks and eatin pork like nanu nanu Mork with a stork baby drop on the porch 4- Carry the torch to the couch jump up ta bounce see a fool to trounce and slap in the head 5- Make him brain dead said I see red in bedrooms full a ***** mothers slack jaw brothers 6- Druther act like one another than smother muthafuckers with rubber maid garbage cans 7- Hand feeding planned partenthood in the hood acting no good wit mad wood ya shoulda 8- Put those down came round and found a pound for slingin, bringing back the Ringling elephants 9- And cellophane wrapper sandwiches ******* snitching on rich kids for gambling small wagers 10- Drunken rage-ers deranged rangers feeding bears strangers and rearranging body parts 11- Carded farters impart special gasses on mass media fascists allowing brash

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Feb 8, 2016

Feb 8, 2016 at 5:29 PM UTC

s-lyman-temple

unfinished --11 of 16 bars (MCDJpj's)

1- Totes inaprope dope smoker swisher toker blunt wrap roper you be like my ole aunt groper 2- She be grabbin ***** on all ya’ll in the Fall by the ball court short shorts and written reports 3- ******* dorks and eatin pork like nanu nanu Mork with a stork baby drop on the porch 4- Carry the torch to the couch jump up ta bounce see a fool to trounce and slap in the head 5- Make him brain dead said I see red in bedrooms full a ***** mothers slack jaw brothers 6- Druther act like one another than smother muthafuckers with rubber maid garbage cans 7- Hand feeding planned partenthood in the hood acting no good wit mad wood ya shoulda 8- Put those down came round and found a pound for slingin, bringing back the Ringling elephants 9- And cellophane wrapper sandwiches ******* snitching on rich kids for gambling small wagers 10- Drunken rage-ers deranged rangers feeding bears strangers and rearranging body parts 11- Carded farters impart special gasses on mass media fascists allowing brash

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The Back Beat of the Bass, In a Bourbon infused bar Smooth to the bend of , The blues note Guitar Saxman whail's to the, Smoky Slow Blues Singer And Drummer riffs off , A High Hat Brush Stinger The Piano Man lays down, A Slow soft tune As the Vocals Stir the mix, In a *Soft **** Croon* People dance so close, It Shuts out the World Lost in Love, Lust, & Bourban..... Bartender sets up another Round As the Crowd of the room, Soaks up the Sound..... Toker's Blowin' Smoke, Hid in the hall by the Johns The Bars Mood Sways...As the music Carries on A Patron at the Bar, Orders up another beer And the Dancers Float, Across the Dance Floor The Glow of Neon Spills, Colored Red Lights.... A *Soft **** Setting*, For a Memorable Night The Guests all begged and, Pleaded for an Encore So the band fired up... Just one more All on A Saturday night.....JMF 1/31/15 All the Work here is licensed under the Name ®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack

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Apr 10, 2015

Apr 10, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC

ShamusDeyo

Bourbon and The Blues II

The Back Beat of the Bass, In a Bourbon infused bar Smooth to the bend of , The blues note Guitar Saxman whail's to the, Smoky Slow Blues Singer And Drummer riffs off , A High Hat Brush Stinger The Piano Man lays down, A Slow soft tune As the Vocals Stir the mix, In a *Soft **** Croon* People dance so close, It Shuts out the World Lost in Love, Lust, & Bourban..... Bartender sets up another Round As the Crowd of the room, Soaks up the Sound..... Toker's Blowin' Smoke, Hid in the hall by the Johns The Bars Mood Sways...As the music Carries on A Patron at the Bar, Orders up another beer And the Dancers Float, Across the Dance Floor The Glow of Neon Spills, Colored Red Lights.... A *Soft **** Setting*, For a Memorable Night The Guests all begged and, Pleaded for an Encore So the band fired up... Just one more All on A Saturday night.....JMF 1/31/15 All the Work here is licensed under the Name ®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack

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I wish I could tell you that I am happy. I wish I could tell you that I am not a broken mess. I wish I could look at myself and see what you thought you saw in me. I wish that I wasn't a broken mess of ****** happiness. But I am happy Just not the happy that you would like. I am happy feeling buzzed, and being high like I'm in a cloud. When I am not sober I can find a reason to smile again because it feels so ******* good that everything in the world could come crashing down and I wouldn't even notice anything, but you. You, leaving me for what I am. Telling me that you wish you were enough. The tears in your eyes screaming my name at the top of their lungs But I'm not listening anymore. I wanted you. But I needed to be free I see you look at me, so disappointed in what I need. I see the hurt vividly in your eyes as I pull the pipe to my mouth and fly away to a happier place Once again, with you.

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Jun 21, 2014

Jun 21, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC

summer-rain13

Toker

I wish I could tell you that I am happy. I wish I could tell you that I am not a broken mess. I wish I could look at myself and see what you thought you saw in me. I wish that I wasn't a broken mess of ****** happiness. But I am happy Just not the happy that you would like. I am happy feeling buzzed, and being high like I'm in a cloud. When I am not sober I can find a reason to smile again because it feels so ******* good that everything in the world could come crashing down and I wouldn't even notice anything, but you. You, leaving me for what I am. Telling me that you wish you were enough. The tears in your eyes screaming my name at the top of their lungs But I'm not listening anymore. I wanted you. But I needed to be free I see you look at me, so disappointed in what I need. I see the hurt vividly in your eyes as I pull the pipe to my mouth and fly away to a happier place Once again, with you.

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I'm Everything I'm big, I'm bad, I'm small, I'm sad. I'm eccentric, I'm emotional, I'm pure, I'm promotional. I'm all that and a bag of chips, I'm a solar and a lunar eclipse. I'm white, I'm wise, I'm Allen, I'm arise. I'm ugly, I'm unique, I'm awesome, I'm antique. I'm an occasional smoker, I'm a midnight toker. I'm calm, I'm cool, I'm creepy, I'm cruel. I'm **** I'm sweet, I'm nice, I'm neat. I'm a man on a mission, I'm a little fact and a little fiction. I'm amazing, I'm art, I'm silent, I'm smart. I'm ****** I'm drunk, I'm jealous, I'm junk. I'm a man with plenty of regret, I'm a man forever in debt. I'm hungry, I'm ***** I'm crazy, I'm corny. I'm man, I'm monster, I'm Emmy, I'm Oscar. I'm all these things up above, I'm also a man filled with love.

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Mar 4, 2014

Mar 4, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC

allen-wilbert

I'm Everything

I'm Everything I'm big, I'm bad, I'm small, I'm sad. I'm eccentric, I'm emotional, I'm pure, I'm promotional. I'm all that and a bag of chips, I'm a solar and a lunar eclipse. I'm white, I'm wise, I'm Allen, I'm arise. I'm ugly, I'm unique, I'm awesome, I'm antique. I'm an occasional smoker, I'm a midnight toker. I'm calm, I'm cool, I'm creepy, I'm cruel. I'm **** I'm sweet, I'm nice, I'm neat. I'm a man on a mission, I'm a little fact and a little fiction. I'm amazing, I'm art, I'm silent, I'm smart. I'm ****** I'm drunk, I'm jealous, I'm junk. I'm a man with plenty of regret, I'm a man forever in debt. I'm hungry, I'm ***** I'm crazy, I'm corny. I'm man, I'm monster, I'm Emmy, I'm Oscar. I'm all these things up above, I'm also a man filled with love.

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always a toker never a smoker never burned never yearned my half still joints laid in ashes forgetting them there never aware they were saved for later in times of need for times of relaxing for my daily needs I then got a bag (H) put the *** behind i did these two things never thinking why which one do i need which one do i choose i chose the bag it became everyday with no way to stop i never had fun when i stopped i would only jones they are now behind me i ask myself why i have no reason or a reason why they say there's no bridge or a gateway to drugs i thought the same thing and i only smoked *** never thinking of other things

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Nov 25, 2014

Nov 25, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC

kidcalvoaolcom

The Bridge or the Gateway to Drugs

always a toker never a smoker never burned never yearned my half still joints laid in ashes forgetting them there never aware they were saved for later in times of need for times of relaxing for my daily needs I then got a bag (H) put the *** behind i did these two things never thinking why which one do i need which one do i choose i chose the bag it became everyday with no way to stop i never had fun when i stopped i would only jones they are now behind me i ask myself why i have no reason or a reason why they say there's no bridge or a gateway to drugs i thought the same thing and i only smoked *** never thinking of other things

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Maybe I'm actually a hell of a lot smarter than you accounted for, or Maybe you thought no one would care when you slammed that door, or Maybe all whispers fall and all vows die and no one remembers before or maybe I'm the token ***** of all the humor life could pour into a bashful face It's funny how things go without a trace Like you and me and destiny And trying to have a place See I thought I'd be a saint Married love into the taint But my only Buddha's a midnight toker, a hedonistic fraud, that laughing joker Looking for God in a game of poker.

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Feb 18, 2019

Feb 18, 2019 at 2:37 PM UTC

introvertedfeeler

Buddha the Joker

Maybe I'm actually a hell of a lot smarter than you accounted for, or Maybe you thought no one would care when you slammed that door, or Maybe all whispers fall and all vows die and no one remembers before or maybe I'm the token ***** of all the humor life could pour into a bashful face It's funny how things go without a trace Like you and me and destiny And trying to have a place See I thought I'd be a saint Married love into the taint But my only Buddha's a midnight toker, a hedonistic fraud, that laughing joker Looking for God in a game of poker.

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There’s an early morning toker on the beach. Can’t go home. His dysfunctional family’s out of reach. The puzzle’s finished, he’s just a left over piece that doesn’t fit. He’s a jigsaw piece without a place to go. A conundrum for social services, nice charity workers, who fail to know how a seeming misfit’s mind works and what makes him tick. He can’t engage with team leaders, “stupid bleeders”. They make him sick. He’s due back at six… got to be clean - no blow, no skunk, no beer. He’ll blow numbers and he knows it and it’s clear They won’t let him sleep in his own bed tomorrow night… He’s persona non-grata ‘cos every time he’s out he skins up… It’s ***** He hates the rehab in the hostel, but can’t cope on the outside. Catch 22 at 20 it’s a cul de sac…Everything he does is wrong… It’s all utter cack He says he’ll top himself… people can’t see the real him, says he’s not off the track. He just needs love, warmth, support, reassurance, guidance, a family, a job… He don’t wanna go back. Another day… cold and driving rain. There’s an early morning toker on the beach…again! Actually he’s been there all night - his family’s out of reach. He’s still, not moving. His pupils have no shine. “Alright mate… are you OK?” Oh **** - He’s sheet white, still not moving… Dial 999.

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Mar 18, 2020

Mar 18, 2020 at 6:27 AM UTC

chrisslade

Family Matters

There’s an early morning toker on the beach. Can’t go home. His dysfunctional family’s out of reach. The puzzle’s finished, he’s just a left over piece that doesn’t fit. He’s a jigsaw piece without a place to go. A conundrum for social services, nice charity workers, who fail to know how a seeming misfit’s mind works and what makes him tick. He can’t engage with team leaders, “stupid bleeders”. They make him sick. He’s due back at six… got to be clean - no blow, no skunk, no beer. He’ll blow numbers and he knows it and it’s clear They won’t let him sleep in his own bed tomorrow night… He’s persona non-grata ‘cos every time he’s out he skins up… It’s ***** He hates the rehab in the hostel, but can’t cope on the outside. Catch 22 at 20 it’s a cul de sac…Everything he does is wrong… It’s all utter cack He says he’ll top himself… people can’t see the real him, says he’s not off the track. He just needs love, warmth, support, reassurance, guidance, a family, a job… He don’t wanna go back. Another day… cold and driving rain. There’s an early morning toker on the beach…again! Actually he’s been there all night - his family’s out of reach. He’s still, not moving. His pupils have no shine. “Alright mate… are you OK?” Oh **** - He’s sheet white, still not moving… Dial 999.

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