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This piece is for cannabis, in honor of 420, to pay tribute, with the help of many sources. Cannabis, for all you are, have been, do for me, and how you save the world- I love you forever and always. Thank you for healing me!
Cannabis Poetry
The Old Hippies Delight (Oh Cannabis, Oh Cannabis)
By: SJR 1000
Cannabis Cannabis
Are you my friend?
We’ve been asking this question
Since who knows when
From the bedroom
To the bathroom
To the den,
Sitting out on the porch
Or out on the back deck
Out by the cactus
Out in the pasture with the brook running through it
Or in
The redwoods ecstatic in the moving fog
With the walls closing in
To the poetry within,
Contentment, lethargic exhaustion, anxiety, with the music moving,
self consciousness exquisite,
ego disintegrating
Remembering, forgetting,
Remembering
Back again
Oh, cannabis cannabis
Are you my friend
We’ve had the dance
I can’t deny
From stems and seeds
To Humboldt flower dispensary
Many stops in between
You’ve played with my mind
Sometimes I wonder who I would have been
Cannabis, oh cannabis
Are you my friend? (Old friend).
***
By: Hallucinate Boy
What if I say, I am not like the others?
Are you afraid of seeing my bloodshot eyes?
It ain’t a delusion of your vision
It ain’t a theory of your hostile mind
Its just an authority to reveal high
As you ****** up in the midnight.
What if I declare, I like to be a pothead?
It ain’t a crime of your filthy society
It ain’t a ****** of your hypersexual beauty
Its just a power to absorb black hole
As you get dissolved in the infinity.
What if we believe, we are united peace?
Our intoxication could never be slayer as your humanity diminishes
Our immune could never be a flame as your democracy fire burns
Our dealing could never be an acrid as your judgments villainous
Our indignation could never be a pretender as your sensibility veiled
Our lonesome shadow could never be a congress of love as your realization mortifies
And our congregation of morality must have been psychedelic painkiller.
What if we deny, we are insignificant existence?
So, who are you crippling our bloodshot eyes, A Social featherbrain?
Who are you to stop having “dopetherone” in the town, A godly crusader?
Who are you to proclaim the rule against your mind, A phrenetic lawyer?
What if we deny, we are insignificant existence?
What if we believe, we are united peace?
We will keep walking with our head held high.*
***
By: Samantha Rose Schafer
Cannabis: the female plant:
here to implant: a new world,
ruled by Ladies &
worshipped by Gentle Men.
Could you imagine…
the world’s beginning again?;
the backwards thoughts of a hem:
the glimmer of a precious gem…
not only the gem itself,
or the structure of its features,
but a time of lovely leisure:
a shrine of kind procedure
in which the stone is looked upon:
a world has come; a world has gone…
and still, a throne to sit upon,
and yet that throne is empty,
though full of kings and centuries,
the twine spins on and on…
The world is but a fallen leaf,
that cannot fall without gravity:
a force that joins with other forces:
a climb that is filled with all rejoices,
sang by entities of all kinds;
filled with soul and filled with mind.
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