Pass The Dutchie ~ vi

maryjane maryjane, my little sweet maryjane
wrapped in fine lace round sweet sativa-strain

lighting one end, sucking on the other
taking a trip into space or is it in outer

focus your vision, am about to express
the need for quail, chicks with finesse

driving men mad, with lips painted bright
stars floating by, deep into the night

bobbing and weaving, lickity-sucky
driving, daddy, batty

there in the back, where its dark and seedy
smoke house blues, private party

feelin the groove, its a cats meow
frothy lips, dribbling now

living this life, high on an edge
playing it cool, out on a ledge

taking a chance, what life’s all about
Its rock
and roll, its twist n shout

drink a little, dance a lot
read a poem, make love hot, hot, hot


happy 420
blaze in a haze, please be safe

Pass The Dutchie ~ iv

We see the moon at different times
It rises on invisible lines
Here to there
You are where
It’s first glow shines

We see the moon at different times
It sings in mystic poetry
Calls to you
Calls to me
Pulling, melancholy

We see the moon at different times
Surrounded by sorrows beauty
Dead of night
Clear as day
Call to prayer, a duty

We see the moon at different times
In praise of a god we do not know
Light the way
Hope and faith
To believe and let it grow

We see the moon at different times
A wish in waiting on a starless night
First star
Star bright
Wish to wish on your first light

We see the moon at different times
Could there be two
Parallel moons
Side by side
Just like me and you

We see the moon at different times
With outstretched arms
Hands take hold
In a dream come true
Two hearts clasped like charms


last one for tonight…buzz wearing off, time to nod….zzzzzz πŸ™βž°β€οΈ

Pass The Dutchie Β ~ Β iiΒ 

Every breath, once would sting
The in, the out, the shaking about
In count, one, two, three, now blows free
Releasing hold of weight, now drowning

Every breath, now sings
The sad going in, comes out in a hymn
In praise of those met, in this life of sin
Who have inspired to live as desired

Every breath, once would cry
Unheard wails that would vibrate walls
Deaf to the ears that lived, in a shared space
Soothed by the eyes, fueled by wifi

Every breath, now sighs
In peace is found, a once hardened heart
Releasing breath of the past
Inhaling, need of life, for a futures creed

Every breath, once would speak
The words of forgiveness, we all seek
To err is human, to forgive is divine love
Is it that hard? to let anger, go the way of


Best day of the year is coming. April 20th. 4:20 happens 3 times
not that i follow that rule, i smoke pretty much when I want. except in church but I dont go to church (me thinks, I is damned)