Herbal Poetry ~ The End ~ CDXCIV / D


Not a word, not a single syllable would ignite a thought,
without the aid of natures gift
From the rocky shores of Ucluelet, staring at whales,
as they swim past this tiny hamlet
The wind kissing a face red, oh how hard a slap,
that awakens the senses from bed
How the moss grows, how it blankets the ground,
how it sparkles when the sun shows
Feeding off the ocean, creatures thrive,
praising Mother Natures devotion

Not a word, not a single syllable would ignite a thought,
without the aid of natures drug
Her beauty overwhelms, all life that it surrounds,
high off a blunt herbal poetry compels
An explosion of words erupt in the head,
every drag held; oh look, black birds overhead
Soaring on by, across the sky,
how wonderful it would be to fly
Eyes closed shut, allowing the buzz to catch a ride,
the imagination runs amuck

Not a word, not a single syllable would ignite a thought,
without the aid of natures love
Eyes meet for the very first time, love at first sight,
what are the possibilities to find
Time stands still in a freeze, struck by cupids dart,
the one that makes weak the knees
Melt in the mouth sweetie, eyes that smile dreamy,
fall in love with a west coast honey
How simple words come, when nature overcomes,
pity how these feelings come like a hit and run

Ax

Come As One


A high from sativa gold, nicknamed; because of the ride
Exploding images that entice and thrill the fucking mind
Flowing movements that twist and twirl
The pure of sex, is out of this world
Like chess, moving about to take command
King and Queen lay arms to love, hand to hand
The mind reacts to every move
Reading and following the groove
Nothing about tomorrow
Yesterday is but sweet sorrow
Now, right now, its right
Fucking through the night

Taken hard by a kiss
Hands run along back to hips
Bring in close, squeeze tight
Whispers of a want tonight
Words come misty in thought
Because desire runs amuck
Flying clothes
Making noise
Spilled wine drips
The cat licks
Grabbing breasts
Smacking asses
Feed her flower
Climb his tower
Soaked in ecstasy
Kissed, breathlessly
Moment to moment
Thrust to thrust
Pound for pound
Come
As
One

Ax

No One Left Out


Always looking back
Could it be home or just another trap

So many stops along the way
Coast to coast in a flowing sway

Seasons come and go, the hardest
When leaves wave through the air bringing sadness

Watching time go by, think
The wonders missed, so don’t blink

Leaving on a… jet plane
Blazen off a sweet maryjane

City sounds all around
Feel the vibe come up from the ground

Lonely stranger in a new town
Fearless street walker with a frown

Bumming cigarettes and coins
Cons on the prowl, hookers grabbing loins

Patios die when chairs stacked high
No one buys when there’s no 9 to 5

Money breeds from money in hand
Share the wealth from corporate-land

Revive the dignity of humanity
Save the earth from imminent catastrophe

Change the laws to equal all
Stop these wars that yield a fall

The story of Adam and Eve is just a story
It was meant to portray Eden as a gift of glory

Man, woman and creatures throughout
No one left out, religion wasn’t a-thought

Ax

(just the weed, exploding in my head)

Drunk on Love


liquid spirit pours
to lips caress, numbing pain
in bellies pot it rots
barley, oats, potato skins too
grapes off vines like black pearls shine
beaten and rolled to fit into a bottle of wine
the higher proof, smoothes so divine
it coats the tongue and draws out desire
filling the mind with courage and fire
goblets or glasses, stemmed or not
tumblers that are etched with slashes
cutting, diamond edges

nachos covered in cheese, chilli dogs are not really dogs
they’re a wiener of sorts but not the ones that dangle
like the hopes of Mrs. Robinson
so, here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson…

may the sun shine brightest upon your face
reflecting eyes that gaze on your breasts
yes, globes of fire that stand as monuments
this of course all said with the utmost respect to women
glorious women, the prized, silver dollar some men flip
yes, some men, pigs that walk erect and not the erect that pleases women
those men that fill themselves to the gills and think they’re invincible

Drunk on Love

the love that is fed with liquor made by demons
the same fucking demons that live in these men
through the vile taste of darks spirit
consumed beyond repair as they drive away impaired

AntΓΆnyRΓΆs

Rolling Stoned


I’ll be down by the river, rolling stoned. The wind blowing cottonwood puffs like snow. Wild flowers blooming in the meadow, fused with the scent of hashish in the air…
Getting high in life’s care

I’ll be down by the river, rolling stoned. All are welcomed as well as those who don’t. Talk if you want or quietly sit alone, a peaceful haven lost and feeling good…
Getting high in the woods

I’ll be down by the river, rolling stoned. Down by the river where the hurt goes away. As all my prayers are answered today. I’ve started to feel what I’ve never felt before…
Getting high with a roar

I’ll be down by the river, rolling stoned. Where harmful thoughts never come to mind. Where love is what you’ll find, wearing flowers in our hair…
Getting high on the Lord’s Prayer

I’ll be down by the river, rolling stoned. Buzzing to the music of the Rolling Stones. “Jumping jack flash, it’s a gas, gas, gas”…
Getting high on some pretty fine grass

AntΓΆnyRΓΆs