weed weed and more weed

Only poetry about weed Will be accepted
Honorable mentions for top three runners up

I like.... be back for this one.

Let me tell u a story of a very loving friend,
She helps me through the blues and my madness she does mend,
No other can relieve me, on her I do depend,
She kisses away my nightmares, and she will not offend.

She never asks a thing of me, she always takes me home,
No matter how I abuse my girl she never stops to moan,
Out of the anger she pulls me, and in the peace I'm thrown,
I'll never let them take her, I'll keep her for my own.

When life is hard and I feel at loss, she greets me with a smile,
She cheers me up and changes me, my thoughts she does defile,
But I love the way she plays with me and I giggle all the while,
For her i would not miss a step but walk a thousand mile.

She grips me with her comforting hands..always taking me higher,
She's the lady of my dreams she knows my hearts desire,
Let me take her in my mouth and set that girl on fire,
Her sweet sweet taste, her tender touch, of her I'll never tire.

At the end of the day when I'm alone and sad,
She is there, my pretty girl, the best friend that I'v had,
She never scolds or judges me, she never drives me mad,
She reminds me with her mellowed ways that things just ain't that bad.

She flies me away to a beautiful day, no more stress and strain,
She whispers softly in my ear..I'm here to ease your pain,
Inhale the smoke, hold on my love and then just breathe again,
She is my Mistress, my lasting numb, my beautiful Mary Jane.

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Can there be no bloom of more fragrant perfume?
Angels play pipes in praise, Gloria Patri!
Nuncio exultation, Gloria Deo!
Neurons excitation, exhilaration soul illumination.
A flower of peace and love has been given to you.
Be not afraid for I bring you good news.
Immaculate intoxication Spiritus Sanctus emulsion.
Solomon in all is glory is not as beautiful as the hippies’ lilies-of-the-valley.

I've smoked the finest green in my lifetime.. I'll be around for this

Awaiting the sunrise

on the rooftop towards the east
a mattress and cigarettes
filled with the goodness
of Maryjane

waiting for the sunrise
speaking of the future
whispering hopes and desires
with Maryjane's help

we saw visions of greatness
helping the unfortunate
loving and giving alms
making the world a better place

Maryjane in her smoky splendour
soothed our heart lend calmness
and peace in our soul we loved
her fusing through our bodies

we loved with gentle ardour
giving and taking off each other
amalgamated in body and spirit
fused together by Maryjane

we saw the sunrise that dawn
with sparkles of colours
spiraled on each pointed ray
showing us the Glory

Flash flash flash
the years went by
Maryjane a distant dream
just a name on the wall

decades
I can't remember his name
but I remember Maryjane.

I have written quite a few of these type of song through the years. Can we submit more than one?

tags:EDELTRAUD 3 => HOMELESS, JOBLESS, PENNILESS

TAVERNA "THALASSOGRAFIA"
5 to 6/5/2014

ORDINARY WORKING DAY
[size=1](MAY RAIN)

- Hello, maestro Vass!
- Hello, maestro Soc!
- Have you got any hash?
- I have but I don’t smoke,

I'm having a hard day,
I need a clear head,
some strait and some gay
and some are brain dead.

- You talk about patrons?
Just let them fuck themselves,
you know the pros and cons,
shall I look in the shelves?

- Yeah, you can find it there,
just take what you need,
the lot for all I care,
it's a strong local weed...

Bring the guitar tonight
in case they get thrilled...
- Yeah, when I see the light,
because so far it's sealed.

(We're running short of cash
and this is not a joke).
- Good bye, maestro Vass!
- Farewell, maestro Soc!

(Style Modulation)

Yesterday night came that rain,
our new taverna almost flooded,
but me and Vass are both cool blooded
and took the pounding without strain.

This new setup we force to work,
that "Summer Blast" is absent here,
that much at least by now is clear,
what fine wine shall we uncork?

He cooked spaghetti with some prawns,
as every night my fears had faded,
images colourless paraded,
all of them queens but without crowns.

Oh, let those shapes come through the mist,
to entertain us with their dance,
tonight may be their only chance,
when rain stops they don’t exist.

I heard each voice and each complain,
I did feel sad for a short while,
each one unique in its old style,
getting confused with that May rain.

Then I could hear an aggregate,
voices and rain, their total song,
I tried to joint, it's been so long,
I was too stone to calculate.

Vass gave me just a funny look,
uncorking a new bottle for us,
he filled my glass, "Oh, thank you, Vass,
and by the way, you're the best cook!"

Chorus ad libidum
we kept on dancing through that rain,
me, Vass, your ghost and Mary Jane...
que se remonta antes de la edad de" Pax Putana"
te amo demasiado Maria Juana![/size]



Translation of Spanish Verse:
Going back before the era of "Whore Peace",
I love you too, Maria Juana!

Control The Rebel Sheep With Weed

the world and the after world is regulated
you graduate from a prison and become designated
unless you have ancestors to tend to you
you will return to prison in a promoted position,
a guard, a warden, that upholds the control programs
and weed is what they give you to keep you in prison
it does not free your mind, it fries it
you will not become enlightened, you become divided
it is an illusion that makes you feel happy,
but actually it's just apathy, slowly decapitating
you from your ancestors, making you deaf to higher answers
because they control you when you panic,
they make you think you're on a planet
and if they can keep you placated, your rage in a cage sedated
the system of slavery stays perpetuated
don't buy into the research, that it's medicinal and harmless
scientific research and scientists bought for profit
if they could give weed for free, they would
because that's their agenda anyways, to pollute the air
with weed fumigation, everybody but them breathing
in the chemical contamination of lackadaisical satiation
those in power, play both sides, pay both sides
to incite change and revolution and the illusion of freedom
of choice, to choose what we want, but it's a front
it's a front
you smoking weed is just another form of control
because they know
getting high never gets old
the only solution is to abstain and pray to your ancestors
they are free before the world became corrupt
and the Ones will be birthed on Earth to turn the world
into paradise and love
 

This is your captain speaking:

There'll be a slight deviance from our designated flight path:
the co-pilot would like to find out what kind of awesome it
would be to visit one of the Alps at six hundred miles an hour.
those of you who'd like to be reacquainted with your head and
limbs at the earliest possible date are hereby advised to pull
down the emergency red pen located above your heads, then use it
to initial every square centimetre of your body. there'll be no
extra charge for this service. ..I know, there's a title in there
somewhere, when I think of it I'll let you know by deleting this
rather long attempt at not giving it a title.

ever wonder
how many die-hard g.m.o-aphobes
would grow Monsanto's
'acre of weed with one seed' seed

that's the thing
'bout our long-time relationship
with greed and gluttony
 

the song on the tv
is tryin to tell Sophie
she can do anything
.. bit of a liberty if you ask me
she's not even two yet
so we'll be sticking to the bears
cos the ponies
are far too ill-mannered
for my likes

beware the words of Nostradamus:

the planes, the planes !

French police have released a recorded phone message taken from the phone of Mr Robert Langdon, a passenger on the ill-fated flight BA33. police say they found Langdon's arse-hole amongst the wreckage, and  it had his cell number written around it in red ink.

" hullo,  this is Robert, I can't come to the phone right now, 'cos I'm looking for the arse-hole that has my number  ...jut fuckin' with ya. ...it was Putin "  

We've Got A Test For That

I have the cup, in which you peed;
I'm going to test it for THC,
or "Tetra-hydro-cannabinol"--
(that's pot's scientific name, ya' all.)

I use a method called "EMIT"
for testing pee and sometimes shit.
Enzyme-based, it lets me know
if you've been smoking wacko-tobacco.

Metabolite detection is up to 10 days
after you've indulged your bong-filled haze,
and if you've spiked your sample, I'll mention:
I have ways to check for adulterant infection.

So roll 'em and smoke 'em, all you like;
it's legal some places, but that don't make it right.
There's a reason why, in lab-language use,
we classify it as a drug of abuse.

[size=3]test this[/size]

While small minds
cling to the past
the future of marijuana
is blossoming fast.
It's hemp when we are making rope
and when we smoke it
we call it dope.
It's all natural
just like you an I,
soothes our soul
and get us high.
Outdated like a
radio receiver
a new day is dawning
on the old believers.
We understand evolution takes time
but please hurry because
until your minds expand smokin' weed is still a crime.

Enlightenment
When I get high I think to myself
I am sure there are lots of people
in the USA who believed in their mind
Marijuana was one of the worst drugs
that ever came along or you could find
then after they smoked them a joint
they sat around for hours wondering
what in this hell has been going on
this weed being against the fucking law

A Chemical Romance


When we first met ten years ago
it changed my point of view
She calmed my nerves, she eased my mind
and helped me start anew

I was an angry little boy
'til she made me a man
I wandered through life aimlessly
'til she gave me a plan

When I took her into my lungs
it felt like coming home
I realised that things weren't so bad
and didn't feel alone

But when she'd leave me for awhile
I found I couldn't deal
Without her mind-numbing embrace
then things would get too real

I'd cling to what she left behind
if I could find a trace
Sometimes I'd search for hours on end
just for another taste

Denounced her love a year ago
although we're still good friends
I see her about once a month
to give my head a cleanse