PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Your inner feelings start to turn,

as the natural herbs start to burn,

its resurrection changing your stage,

into a relax and happy way,

all relax in this ghostly environment,

never thinking of retirement,

as the measurement of the day comes hoping no ones tear drops explode like violent bombs,

cuss feel it coming,

soon laying,

in a stable position,

with a couple of supper vision,

by my loving ones,

as the angle of death eye shines,

soon it will receive another soul,

as soon it hits the black hole,

I’ll be seen no more,

provoking others to feel better,

not to worry of me smoking another hater,

so don’t fear,

cuss yet is not here,

just let this blunts resurrect,

while we are alive not dead,

to relax our inner feelings once again,

throughout these sensation feeling like flying,

through the paradise gliding,

but when the feelings end I’ll feel like dying,

then take another hit to start flying,

forgetting about my surroundings,

and the thought of me filling the street with my wine,

then be seen in bed not alive,

but dead,

were the maggots are going to be feed,

not feeling the measurement of the day going by,

but mad because I’m no longer by you side,

of the ones that care of my demise,

don’t be sad but glad,

I might be better in a better land,

with this bearded man,

or this satanic man.