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*marijuana*

the green plants sprouts in new life from the ground to shed light on the tunnels of my mind.

I remember now the ways of old, flush out the cancer that is today, it breads only idle thoughts.

I pack the device that is my vice for creativity, rather just drift away without pen, to lose all my thoughts.

I have come back to the place where my mind has been reborn. to the place that is alecium.

to and fro from the ghostly halls of my mind where the creatures hide and squabble about the days good fortunes. turning the side of good to bad so that no corner lay without light.

what right is regulation for the sake of exercising power? to show that your shirt is whiter then my soul.

but I am glad, because my soul is not with, but it is green. with joy for what my person has shared with others, and what one day I will share with you.

to alceium I creep, to tell the stories of wisdom to all who enter its dreamy coliseum.

peace,

 

dedbr

I sat down with my pad,
And did me some thinkin',
It's nice to be here,
On the front of my sat,
And smokin' some old green stinkin',

Some things I would change,
And do a little different,
That word that they use,
To make their excuse,
War,whats up with that?

Are they shootin' at me,
Or bombin the s**t out of thee,
I don't think that this happens,
But they hate us they say,
And want to put us away,
I,for one,don't accept their butt slappin',

The law we will change,
And put it away,
Since its wrong,
And everyone knows it,
And if they get mad,
Oh well,so sad,
To fix it we have to change it,

So mark down my words,
You bunch of song birds,
The old Dead Bear has spoken,
Change the law you have made,
I hope you are swayed,
Thats the best way to keep it unbroken.

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magicmoe

I feel the strenght in the flower
like a magic bullet in my head
it hits me harder every hour
I let go to see the red

The voice getting closer and closer
lets me feel glory lets me feel pain
suddenly it disappears
which leaves me nothing but much rain


The power I want back
enlighten me my tag
show me the door
or I must change thefloor

dedbr

Cascades of light,
Break over my soul,
I see the truth,
As it passes thru me.

I utter the answer,
And listen for the echo,
No sound returns,
More lights break my sight.

I twist to see,
The friend upon me,
Who carries the beacon,
all bright and clean.

Stamp this way,
She says,
Cling to me,
As I cleave the existance.

It grants my soul,
I weep for more,
Tortured breath,
Stand alone.

dedbr

Now I'm here,
On this page again,
Smokin' and thinkin',
Bout this war were in,

I can't wait,
And I hope it's soon,
Weed'll be legal,
And we can bark at the moon.

Canadas gettin' ready,
To take a big step,
It'll do nothing,
But help with our rep.

With her mighty voice,
Thrown into the brew,
We will end up,
On the winnin' crew.

I hope that it does,
I just need to get by,
Till I can safely get,
Legally High!

 

Capt_Sternn

Cool stuff.

dedbr

First...i just wanted to pull this one back up to see if anyone had some new stuff to add and second...to let some of the new people get a chance to read some of our great work from a bunch of stoners....

Daniel

To The New and Improved "Creative Writing" Forum...


Daniel

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HeRb HaZe420

thats a pretty kool poem man. weed couldn't have said it better itself.

Charon

Love this thread!

Was looking for a good poem about mary jane, seached a ton of sites, couldnt find a thing. Then I remebered my favorite link, it was here all this time, the perfect work, right within this thread

Charon