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Lying in the darkness

My pen will find

The whiteness of the paper

With my eyes closed.

These black scribbles

Are meaningless nothings

That fill the silence of the page

With beautiful noise

A head so cloudy

Overfilled with hopes

And the worries of last night

With more to come tomorrow

Lying in plumes

Of grey smoke that float

Up to my ceiling. Like clouds

With less tears to rain

These black thoughts

Are meaningful everythings

That fill the noisiness of my mind

With beautiful distractions

A mind so heavy

Way too full with worries

And more and more that just keep on

Coming and coming. My

Heart wants to know

When it will all just

Stop.

Temptation outside my door

puffing clouds grey

beckoning me 

to breathe

smog

I saw your white stained teeth

Through the black scruff

And tobacco-stench breath

You kissed me on the nose

In the back of your mother’s car

And slowly, I descended with grace

And after all these years all I have learned from you:

What is gone, may never asphyxiate 

aches & pains sever the line.

the train i've been tryin' to ride,

came off the tracks.

so here I am,

i'll just sit back on this dirt ground,

the air is thick with fog, while the sky cries,

there's a blue & black cloud bringin' me down..

money burning all around, while you starve & whine-

out of food now.. without love you've spent too much time.

i'm not a mother fucking slot machine,

so quit shoving in your two, three, four, five cents,

i'll spit it right back out!

while you're at home, feeding your addictions..

greed, alcohol, drugs & sex.. 

i'll be taking care of all these convictions.

you're not good at fuckin manipulation,

cause in your words I can taste it,

the lies you've coughed out,

fucking corn syrup, cough syrup,

preservatives, fucking sick shit. 

disgusting scent, you reek of dishonesty.

I never believed in you, cause you never believed in me.

i'll be gone before you can count to 3.. 

never again will you see me..

blind, kind, innocent blackness seeping into your mind..

darkness consumes, your night is full of gloom.

into the heavens you cannot see, 

because the pits of hell have taken over,

run away, lest it devours me.

sorry I couldn't help you,

the rope you tied around my neck got worn & broke.

so to this i'll take a toke, 

the sheets were torn,

your eyes bled melting plastic,

& your heart withered in scorn... 

I was in the bathing-pool,

Together with Alhireth-Hotep.

After the fun we had,

I rolled a stick of marijuana.

I didn't kindled it,

But burned the top down.

Then a woman came to me,

Telling me it was forbidden to smoke here.

I explained to her what I was doing,

And that I didn't lighted it here.

However my story was,

Alhireth-Hotep and I went outside.

Don't Pollute Yourself

Sounds mad but some do pollute
Their body’s on purpose: True
Think of smokers; 8,000 chemicals
Can’t think of any other instance
Save angostura bitters in your drink

Many other toxins in food and drink
It’s just your not aware of it
Some put in by the powers that be
Some end up in it accidentally

Can I give you an instance: Coffee’s
Bean come from Africa, south America
Where they have lead in the petrol
Same goes for chocolate: Not swell

And there’s bleach in processed sugar
Which is in a number of things
Bleach in white flour too
But I don’t eat bread, do you?

Lets not forget the killer aspartame
Put in soft drinks: That’s insane
And also what about fluoride
Prisoners dumb in Hitler’s genocide

Fluoride everywhere, food manufacture
Brewers use mains water out of tap
So even if you just drink spring water
You get a dose in something or other

Then there's cash crop insecticide
Banned in some countries, wonder why?
Roundup contributes to man’s infertility
So would farmers stuff certainly

Nutrasweet, gluten, acid regulators too
They really are all bad for you
Stick to fresh vegetables if you ask me
Best of a bad job definitely

One other thing to check out
Madness called ‘codex illimintarius’
Putting poison back into the food chain
If I didn’t know any better

I’d say some people want us suffering
And in tin can linings: Bisphenol A
Female hormones are making men gay
I’m sure there's much more hidden too
And no doubt now it all effects you

Holding that slender stick in between two fingers
The curvy wavy light smoke in air lingers

I remember my how I first held its butt between my lips
An air of curiosity travelled down my core, as I lighted its tip

I looked at the lit cigarette and with pride took my first puff
Smoke dint seem finding space inside and I burst out, it made me cough

That challenged me to attempt once again, this time I felt my smoke-filled chest
I was gagged, hooked for a moment; it was kind of a head rush… at its best!

That whiff of smoke was a game changer, not letting me avoid one puff
Hell! It dint taste good, then why doesn’t puff after puff seem enough?

I was addicted! Seasons didn’t matter, time did no harm
Rushed to a clandestine zone after sensing ‘quench the flame’ alarm!

I am not bad. It’s a compelling force, I cannot shun away
It should just not invite my grave, be my well-wisher and pray!

About a man that is centered inside a smoking bubble,
with view obscured and his thoughts expansive and loose.
He does very little breathing at all, and instead
he chews on the walls of his cage to rid his mouth of taste.
The bubble has a door, but he doesn't care to reach
and intrude upon the people that often stand outside.
Instead he learns about pointless things and people
and ignores the ignoring that seems like it's everywhere,
all the time, no matter how long he waits in bed.