PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I can write about you now.

You can trace long rivers of black ink

flowing for you, carving deep

thick puddles for you to sink

into.  Calm down,

I say love and mean love,

I laugh hard and mean to laugh hard,

I gave my heart and don’t want it back.

Watch the flowing growing black.

So many words are beginning for you.



It’s a quick  flick to my past.

But I will refuse it if you hold my hand.

Smile for me man,

we’ve finally begun,

so blow a quick thank you at the sun,

and pass the fucking blunt

I’ve no need to understand

the universes pain,

the wisdom in the land,

how far it is to space-

as long as you breathe deeply before the smokes all gone

and keep passing it on and on and on.



I can write about you now, and this life I love.

I would give the world to hold  you baby,

and I’m wary of giving you up.

So come closer in the winter,

the ink flowing growing deeper,

I think this one is a keeper-

so stay awhile for the sun,

we have finally begun.

Pass the fucking blunt

We have finally begun.