Moon shines on like a dying bride
And fades into oblivion
Mass of sorrow is sucked from the crater of misfortune
Bringing tranquility to this ambience
Mysteriously shunned, is my conscience
spliff completes the circle
Defying laws of physics as I fly
Doped with stories of grind, massacre and love
Future doesn’t exist and the present is past
Reincarnated into a soul with no desires
As I lie in this abode of imagination
Love and lust is false and gone
Laughter is real and sadness is stoned
I am on a magic carpet ride
Flying high on floyd
Rambling in this light of truth and dare
I pray- o thy lord, you created magic
In the name of cannabis
hehehe...good good...u stoned fucker of a poet
ReplyDeletehehehe...yaeh good...u fucked up stoned poet...nice
ReplyDeletesome of the lines in the poem wudnt have come to me had i not been stoned ...lol
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