Ok - this section is gonna be all about your poems written whilst stoned. You can either post it here or email it to me and i will endeavor to put it onto the site asap.
We need your input
Last edited by weedguru_asmodeus on Tue Nov 12, 2002 10:48 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Well, I write a lot of poetry while high (in fact, all of it), and I've got a couple I'm really proud of that I wrote last week. But do they have to be ABOUT weed, or can they be about anything? While weed is my inspiration, it's rarely my subject matter. Let me know what you think.
Love Charlee xxx
PS. Thanks so much for putting my stuff from the email on the forum
This isn't one of my own, but it's an anonymous that someone emailed to me. It made me laugh though, so I thought you might like to read it:
I woke early one morning
The Earth lay cool and still
When suddenly a tiny bird
Perched on my window sill
He sang a song so lovely
So carefree and so gay
That slowly all my troubles
Began to slip away
He sang of far off places
Of laughter and of fun
It seemed his very trilling
Brought up the morning sun
I stirred beneath the covers
Crept slowly out of bed
Then gently shut the window
And crushed his fucking head!
I'm not a morning person.
No one really unsderstands
what this green sh*t means to me
its my dream to achieve marijuana mastery
I smoke relentlessly with no fear
one day at a time year after year
the number of blunts i smoke everyday
are always in the double digits
but when i tell people this
they dont seem to get it,
Its like they pretend that they dont know
cant they see that I'm completely blown
people must have a low comprehension
or maybe its just something they'd rather not mention
As if they cant smell the smoke on my clothes
after I just smoked that many bowls
Am i just an addict
is that what they think
I love the way it smells
but they say that it stinks
Do people even know that I'm high
and if they dont well they should
because I am and I'm tired of being
considered equal to man
I AM A STONER
through and though
and smokin WEED
is what I do
A marijauan plant and its narcotic effects
are as patriotic as apple pie and sex
its American as ringin' in the new year
in the middle of times square
while drinkin' a beer
with a breeze in your hair
and a joint in your hand
theres weed smoke on the lips
of every woman and man
we live under the flag
with the stars and the stripes
in acountry full of bags, cigars, papers and pipes
we see it in our movies
here about it in our songs
smokers smokin' everything
from pinners to bongs
all the laws against weed
the jail time and the fines
are fueled by greed
but there was never a time
when we as a people
didnt smoke our herbs
even before cars paved roads and curbs
we smoked through the world wars
and the hiroshima bomb
we smoked that good shit
in Vietnam we smoked the good green
in the middle east
marijuanas always been
a symbol of peace
from the shore of the Atlantic
to the beaches of the pacific
theres millions of smokers
with different characteristics
but they do have one thing
in common with me
its that they all smoked the great ganja tree
I am an American citizen with a blunt in my hand
and i hit it again just because I can
and I have and I will
because theres nuthin moreAmerican
than smokin a Phill
ITS AMERICA THE LAND OF THE BRAVE
and we've been smokin good since the time of the slaves
and that shit that the indians were smokin in their pipes
was'nt peace it was weed yeah thats right
we've been smokin' ganja for many genrations
our presidents used to grow buds on big plantations
marijuana was here for the industrial revolution
and it was on hemp paper that we wrote the constitution
Iove my ganja and my country to
we live in the land of the red white and blue
and as surely as we breath and bleed
the american people will always smoke weed
I guess what I'm really just trying to say
is that we smoke with much pride in the U.S.A
I am a weed warrior
a hemp hero
special number
four-two-zero
I'm a super sensi samaurai
tryin' to keep the planet high
I'm out to protect the population
from the dangers of sobriety
I love copulation
but I'm hated by society
a pothead by day
at night I metamorphasize
into a GANJA GOD
WITH THE POWER OF A HUNDRED HIGHS
I TRAVEL THE LAND
FIGHTIN' FOES
A BULLETPROOF NINJA
ARMED WITH PACKED POWER BOWLS
I'VE GOT TWO HAND BLOWN GLASS GATS
WITH RAPID FIRE MODE
AND AN ITCHY TRIGGER FINGER
GETTIN' EVERYBODY BLOWD
I'M A MARIJUANA MARTYR
POWERED BY THE GREAT BUD TREE
I'M A SMOKE DOWN STARTER
NO ONE CAN OUTSMOKE ME
SO IF YOUR ON THE LOW END
OF YOUR HIGH AND
YOUR SACK IS RUNNIN' DRY MAN
JUST SUMMON ME I'M THE BONG MASTER
I'LL SHOW UP WITH MY SPECIAL
KIND BUD BRAIN BLASTER
BLAST YA ONCE YOU'LL BE HIGHER
THAN YOU'VE EVER BEEN BEFORE
BLAST MYSELF AN D BLAST YA ONCE MORE
I WOULDNT STAY LONG THOUGH
I'VE GOT A JOB TO DO
THERES MORE PEOPLE OUT THERE
JUST LIKE YOU
FROM ALL THE LAND I WALK ON
EVERYWHERE I GO LITTLE
MAGICAL BUHDA PLANTS START TO GROW
I'M LIKE SANTA CLAUS
I STOP AT EVERY HOUSE IN JUST ONE NIGHT
WITH MY BIG ENDLESS BAG I'M WINNIN THIS FIGHT
I SWITCH THE SETTINGS ON THE
MINI-TETRA-HYDRA-ROCKET IN MY POCKET
FROM BUZZ TO BAKE TO BLOWN
FIRE IT UP AND TARGET SOMEONES DOME
RESISTANCE IS FUTILE SO PLEASE DONT TRY
I'LL LOAD MY DOUBLE BARREL BIO-BATTLE
BONG AND BLAST YOU SKY HIGH
I SMOKE DOWN THE MASSES WITH MY
SEMI-AUTO STEAM ROLLER
EVERYBODYS EYELIDS STEADY DROPPIN' LOWER
SOME COME COME AS FAST AS YOU CAN YOU
DONT WANNA MISS THE MARIJUANA MAN
CUZ IF YOUR SAD OR THERES BEEN SOMETHIN' TRAGIC
I'L FIX YOU UP WITH MY ''MYSTICAL MAGIC''
USING MY ABILITIES I BATTLE
THE WORLDS WRONGS
AND RESTORE STABILITY
WITH THE RUMBLE OF A BONG[/b][/i]
I pack up the bowl
with buds o plenty
hurry up now
its almost 4:20
I slide the bowl
in the bubble
of my double chamber bong
its a bright red graffix
2 feet long
now the buds are getting
brighter and brighter
cuz i put 'em to the flames
of my lighter
now that the buts are glowin
brightly red
I'm gonna take a hit
to the head
I fill it to the top
and pull the shotgun
a split second later
got a full pair of lungs
i keep the hit inside me
for as long as is aloud
then i exhale slowly
a thick white cloud
MYSTICAL MAGICAL MARYJANE
Mystical Magical Maryjane
I love the way
you grasp my brain
take a hit
and hold it down
now take another
and pass it around
once it comes
to you again
take a hit
and hold it in
now pass it quickly
to a friend
cuz all too soon
the fun will end
once its a roach
or maybe its cashed
then we'll have to
pull out the stash
roll up a joint
or pack up a bowl
c'mon now
we have a goal
gotta get high
gotta toke alot
gotta smoke up
all the pot
now i'm happy
now I'm high
problem is
my mouth is dry
Woke up, Went out Toked up, Strung out
A new chance for something new. In that dark alley, what a view
McDonald's sorority, parking lot's a goddam party
Shaking, but it's alright. Outside the cartoons fight.
We can do things never done before. Hey, right now, you wanna score?
Forgetting something, or something's a lie. But you gotta wonder what's inside.
Convertible full of fun, and I've finally found someone.
Coolest thing I've ever done, and tomorrow free to run.
Fucked up At the library again
I lost my mind at ten And I have found myself again
I'm high And this dollhouse world won't die
Every time is something new And I really do connect with you
And I knew it wasn't true
That this is really bad for you
And tonight will last twelve days
but I could spend my time this way
And I knew it wasn't true
That I could spend my life with you
But things are right Just for tonight...
And that is where we are tonight