HERB

My waking thought, it has become, A plant like no other, It goes by many names, Marijuana, hashish, grass, ganja, Weed, pot, sensimilla, sativa, 420 Bangi, kola, ngwai, if you speak Sheng’ So…

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HERB

HERB

My waking thought, it has become,

A plant like no other, It goes by many names,

Marijuana, hashish, grass, ganja,

Weed, pot, sensimilla, sativa, 420

Bangi, kola, ngwai, if you speak Sheng’

So many more, it is known the world over.

 

Rizzla in place, a blunt I’m rolling

The smell of its freshness,

Tantalizing.

The whole squad is here, so lighter, please.

I want to blaze it up and get hIgh

 

One flick, the fire burns

Blunt in mouth, ready to get lit

As the flame draws nearer, I begin to inhale

Intoxicating flavor of the high grade

Fills my mouth as I take a hit

 

A feeling like no other, almost spiritual,

as the smoke caresses my windpipe

Like a cool breeze on a hot day

My lungs rejoice, a taste of heaven

This, is pure nicenesss.

Exhale.

 

Inhale.

I feel myself getting high, falling into deep meditation

A myriad thoughts crossing my mind

curiosity at the steering wheel of my imagination

Filled with euphoria, Leaving all my cares behind.

Exhale.

 

Inhale.

Elevate you soul, expand your mind

It makes no sense to criminalize

Mother Nature’s gift to mankind,

My tribute to herb I finalize

As I pass the blunt ‘pon the left hand side

Lost

He was lost, wandering,

Searching for his path, his purpose

His existence, after all,

Was not meant to be dismal.

 

His mind was an asylum of delirium,

Overrun by thoughts incomprehensible

His heart an emotional wasteland,

Massacred by the coldness of reality

 

His soul Lost in the echoes of the past

Clinging desperately on to a mirage,

His life a collection of lessons unlearnt,

Reluctant to leave its comfort zone.