Yogabud Yogabud
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Original Poetry • Daily 💚
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To Fall, in 8 Seconds
I fall, I fall, I try again / I fall, I fall, to fail's a friend / for failing to fall, is not trying at all
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How to Write Again
How to write again
Is Simple
Its done one line at a time
Or verse by verse
And slowly
Like a valentine, divine
Though
I must scrub clean, the brine
For she's been at sea - that muse of mine
Traversing the oceans
A ghost ship
Blown by emotions
Wishing to sail smooth
Well, that wish is granted when I move -
Back to Work, like a Tool
I haven't had patience
Which got me discouraged
I was drifting and aimless
Didn't even pay mortgage
I took care of my body
Nourished my mind
But sadly
I left my courage behind
To not give a shit
Cuz at least I was tryin'
I handled it
Till lost to a lion
A beast in my head
Which all started with
A procrastination tactic
Now look where its led..
Back to square one
No; square two
For the foundation's been done
Back to work, like a tool -
Mary Jane
My lungs don't want me to smoke
So I don't
I vape
I inhale the subtle hints of pine and grape
The blue dream and varieties of ape
And when I vape
I feel great
But let's step back to when I was young
And dumb
When I smoked to avoid feeling numb
When Mary was my number one
And Jane, my number two
Bong rips after school
Grinding bowl after bowl
Getting high
But diggin myself into a hole
When I felt it's just a habit
But I had to have it every day
Whether I work or whether I play
Eighteen was a different scene
But I'm a man today
No longer a kid
No longer just chillin and listenin to Wiz
I use the same green bud
That had me choking back then
To supplement my life
To be my aromatic friend
The difference now is I'm mature
I no longer want to smoke more and more and more
I just want enough
To spark creativity
To see deeper into me
To move and breathe freely
No blocks in my flow
No voice in my head
Just me, my body
And with heavy indicas
My bed
The tid -
Cool Heads Prevail
We know the potential of this plant
Spread the word, it's essential
But so many feel that they can't
Despite the high the bud can grant
Though elemental
Decades of stigma have made people mental
The misinformation's been incremental
The scope of the lies has been monumental
But it's no surprise
Cuz money's the prize
And big pharma wants to keep it
Truths been in front of our eyes
Now we can finally rise
And position ourselves to defeat it
But we must be wise and let cool heads prevail
Just trust and enjoy the highs - cannabis will not fail -
Unduly Debated
The reefer madness still exists
In some ways
The trusting masses were convinced
And outraged
But what if she were portrayed
Accurately
Rather than with misinformation, betrayed
Spectacularly
How many people in pain could be aided
How many artists, inspired
Why is this being unduly debated
If only justice worked as we desired