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Kannabis
You've drawn me into your purity
corrupting your harbors until
only I remain pure,
a bitter truth in disbelief
sub-shadows blurring
become intolerant, the more
voracious your midnight
despite the pleasuring reef.
There's always more that must be
said, too numb and never sure,
intoxicating your devotion,
and denial of this grief.
To realize all delusions
while waiting for the answers
that you will never know
from the inhalations of my leaf.
A repost (of a few as I rethink my gallery) from another time, to remind myself the way I used to express before I came here.
corrupting your harbors until
only I remain pure,
a bitter truth in disbelief
sub-shadows blurring
become intolerant, the more
voracious your midnight
despite the pleasuring reef.
There's always more that must be
said, too numb and never sure,
intoxicating your devotion,
and denial of this grief.
To realize all delusions
while waiting for the answers
that you will never know
from the inhalations of my leaf.
A repost (of a few as I rethink my gallery) from another time, to remind myself the way I used to express before I came here.
Published 12th Mar 2017
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12th Mar 2017 6:47pm
it's always a good thing to dig into the archives
and take inventory of the soul...
wonderfully expressed Jade
and take inventory of the soul...
wonderfully expressed Jade
Thank you, Naajir, I appreciate that very much.
And yes, I'll be taking down some works. I'm tired of having quantity over quality, at least that's what I see.
Be well.🐯
And yes, I'll be taking down some works. I'm tired of having quantity over quality, at least that's what I see.
Be well.🐯
12th Mar 2017 7:32pm
It's nice to revisit, Jade. A poem is never finished, only abandoned, be it by the living or the dead.
I think you've portrayed this very well. It reeks of addiction and betrayal of drugs as a seducer of senses.
I could never smoke it for episodes of paranoia (with the exception of a few cases from older sources). The pure drugs of the 60's were being contaminated with synthetics and addictive bs to make up the weight. Much like cigarettes now.
I think you've portrayed this very well. It reeks of addiction and betrayal of drugs as a seducer of senses.
I could never smoke it for episodes of paranoia (with the exception of a few cases from older sources). The pure drugs of the 60's were being contaminated with synthetics and addictive bs to make up the weight. Much like cigarettes now.
12th Mar 2017 8:14pm
Thank you, I appreciate you stopping by for a read, and also how you understand the poem is the voice of the substance and not the user.
13th Mar 2017 5:19am
13th Mar 2017 7:59am
13th Mar 2017 5:47am
A piece of you from another time,
a small glimpse. It's definately all 'you'
and written just that way.
You are a poetess of many talents, Jade...
a small glimpse. It's definately all 'you'
and written just that way.
You are a poetess of many talents, Jade...
13th Mar 2017 11:29am
13th Mar 2017 6:53am
Oldy but a goody, could we say? Great piece to be sure, always enjoy your talented expressions.
~anonshadow😏
~anonshadow😏
13th Mar 2017 11:32am
Thank you, dear Anon, your unwavering support is so very much appreciated. And yes, I guess you could say that.
