high

Within

eyes closed shut to stare within

absorb the feeling, let it sink in

new visuals are now in store

arrays of color never seen before

an epic journey in the mind

what exists is what you have defined

Red and Green

i fill my mind with red red wine

fuels my passion and ideas real fine

add some herb to create creativity

make a shroomwich for more productivity

drink goes down smoke goes up

bottles almost done what's to go in my cup?

ideas never stop they come trickling along

vibrations in my heart when i listen to a song

that's got the beat to move my dancing feet

smoke the ganja blunt to feel more elite

take some shots of rum to add to the buzz

don't really like to deal with the fuzz

when they come around and knock on your door

no i did not rob a liquor store

all these bottles were free I take as I please

don't take away my bud that i got from overseas

can't stop my buzz high

the sunshine's warmth from the sky

or the darkness of night with the stars up above

the universe sending me all of its love

as i call on her to give me what i want

i try to keep the actions all nonchalant

i do what i want, i do what i want

so i grow my tree

i brew my brew

and smoke for free

Why hassle me?

i'll be successful

although some times it may be stressful

it doesn't stress my mind

as i have come to find

always on a high is how i was designed

i let it slip away and stay maniacally

i don't allow a consciousness of melancholy

my thoughts run fast and my speech just the same

these things will come in handy in the game

i want to play in my life where i do many things

my versatile interests and everything it brings

i have no doubt for the future holds abundance

the world will be kind and show me guidance

Hit It

i stare out far not knowing how far the horizon goes

smoke the herb and watch as the wind slowly blows

the smoke all around stimulating the eyes' pleasure

the feeling so relax its off of the measure

pass the bag and grind it up

heres to the ganja lineup

blunt, joint, bowl

theres more yet to roll

bong, grav, vape

sip some grape

up one more on the totem pole

add some smoke to fill my soul

lift my head out and in

one more hit for the win

Comin out your speaker cones

Why I love and hate marijuana:


I feel good, da na na na na na na.

And then I get the fuckits.

I'm motivated to do things.

That sometimes include sitting down.

I am creative, my senses  elated.

But too many thoughts plague my mind.

It tastes delicious and mellows my voice.

I can't stop when I'm sick, then sound more like a boy.

I am confident when I'm a stranger.

I am an introvert with my friends.

I'm on my game and making people laugh.

But I can't wrap any logic round my head.

My intuition is sharper than a pin.

My calculator has become my new best friend.

And I love even more everything natural I see.

And I'm even more cynical against stupidity.


But it's all right, no nothing can trouble me.

Except when I put off all my homework and smoke weed.

Spark

Drivin down the highway

Doin it the high way

Break it up roll it up
Throw the guts in a cup

Light it up take a puff

Pass it when ive had enough

Slowing down cruisin now

Time to get a little chow

Grab my bowl pack it right

Spark the weed with a light

Take two puffs pass it round

Time to turn up the sound

Bass is loud head is high

Smoke the green until I die

Since I wont die from it

The bud i'll smoke is infinite

Flash

turn anything around

hoist it up, pull it down

fold it in, break it out

let it flow out the spout

thinking right

out of sight

lost in the night

without a fight

a flash up above

when push comes to shove

lets one know

to continue to row

when the shine is bright

found in the night

hide it so none can see

or share to be free