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With each inhale I fill my mind
with all the hurt and pain I find.
I push it down, replace the smoke
with thoughts and morals that force my choke.
I take it all, my worries, my fears.
And hold it in, my eyes to tear.
Then one moment so full of bliss,
I can expel death's pending kiss.
For when the smoke does billow out,
likewise my pain, my hurt, my doubt.
with all the hurt and pain I find.
I push it down, replace the smoke
with thoughts and morals that force my choke.
I take it all, my worries, my fears.
And hold it in, my eyes to tear.
Then one moment so full of bliss,
I can expel death's pending kiss.
For when the smoke does billow out,
likewise my pain, my hurt, my doubt.
Literature
Composed Upon an Abandoned Sofa
We refuse to wake; trapped in pharma-sleep.
This place is as worn as the clothes we wear -
Look at the beauty of it all laid bare.
Our flesh and limbs lay still, knotted in heaps
Of spit and blood. Our narco-coma lies -
We have nothing but red eyes, skin ice-fair,
Our thoughts are stifled by the blackened air.
We are helpless - scarred at the mouth and eyes.
Here we crash, together. In smog we steep
Our secret, buried away from the sky
Amongst the ash, the phlegm and comrade flies
We'll sleep 'til one of us, from the gloom, cries
That these beautiful things, their scent and glare,
Are too scarce to sate our thirst for the deep.
Literature
Do Not Wake Me
Do not wake me from this sleep
For it would disrupt my dream
And do not force me to face
The inevitability of reality
For in this dream I am safe
My fears and stress have been erased
Everything is here as it should
Even the horror has been replaced
Waking me would break the glass
Of the mirror I have forged
That holds this false reality
Of the perfection that I dream
So with a hint of a smile
Resting on my sleeping face
I ask you from behind closed eyes
To not wake me from this dream
Literature
Don't fall in love with a poet
Poets are philosophers,
trying to convince others,
they are deep lovers.
But they are hypocritical,
sounding almost political,
always hypothetical
Never sure what to talk about,
they remain always in doubt,
constantly in rout
These love seekers,
those mind readers,
are your secret admirers
I will admit though,
they write with amazing flow,
each poem as thoughtful as mellow
What they say and what they write,
reveals their plight,
to make everything right
Poets will change your mind,
they will help you find,
the truth to any bind
So fall in love with poets and their rhymes,
love the romantic on whose mind you thrive,
admire the one you k
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It may not be healthy for my body, but my mind begs for the release.
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You better smokin' Ganja!!