This is how works a substance influenced mind! And for all of you who are ignorant enough to disrespect such a mind, take a minute more to try and understand!
Addiction Contradiction
Is it worthy of your shallow dimwit?
That I impart to you this song I have writ!
If a part you are of the ignorant and foolish,
Read not what lies below, for it may seem a blemish!
All that I consume,
These heavenly sweet fumes,
Trigger my mind in directions unsought!
But this is what I please,
To lay down and talk to trees,
And let these substances have my feelings wrought!
Victim of addiction I am called,
When they see me so peacefully sprawled,
On the roads of the regular world, losing myself to my own mind!
Insults they hurl right at me,
Ignorant fools why don’t they see?
That it is only this state of mind that helps, with true peace to bind!
It is not involuntarily,
That I carry out these acts so merrily,
But of my own wit and will that I plunge myself into the outside world,
Work does this deceptive world,
On twisted bases, further twirled,
On vague distorted beliefs and rules, of logic to me that is never unfurled!
Simple warmth is which I seek,
But to chance that is an effort too bleak,
For this world runs beneath the desires of cold-hearted men!
So to see which my mind perceives not,
Instills peace in my heart when in distraught,
So these desirable gifts I do consume time and time again!
When in dark corners I childishly cry,
Wining for help heaving hopeless sighs,
The truth reveals itself to me of how loving this marvelous world is!
The pain of abandonment eating me,
Piercing my heart so cunningly,
I am seeking, seeking, wandering and searching for the attainment of that heavenly bliss!
Illusive love spreading like fire,
Falsely satisfying heart-felt desires,
Cheating the world like a slowly crawling filthy venomous snake!
The image of true love cruelly distorted,
Innocent hearts, destroyed and contorted,
Left without shelter, abandoned and alone in the midst of countless snow flakes!
Sorrow in excess conquering me,
Will it ever wish to set me free?
Am I to live in these cruel shackles for all of eternity?
Never! Never will I let this be!
From this dastardly horror I will flee,
Escape I will from the chains and shackles of the curse of sobriety!
Perpetually I will soar so high,
Spreading my immortal wings to fly,
With the aid of these wondrous gifts, offered by nature my love,
Perceiving the world in ways never thought,
Seeing everything around as what they are not,
A satisfaction of all of my desires, as I soar higher and higher to the heavens above!
Monday, January 26, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
The Legend Of Mr. Stoner
It was this lazy afternoon... I had two sticks and I was tripping on some really good trance and later some rock... I closed my eyes and found myself looking at it all....
twas naught but folklore, but the same it is no more!
The Legend Of Mr. Stoner
As the music builds behind,
The visions enter my mind,
Of a man on a pursuit of a pretty young girl
Let me tell you the story,
Of this young man so eerie,
The Legend of Mr. Stoner shall now be unfurled.
In a disc filled with lights,
Her dancing body a lusty sight,
His eyes fixed upon her, he closed in with nigh haste.
When she looked right at him,
His lusty feelings crossed their brim,
He raced towards her, her soft pleasant skin to taste.
Now at a beach, the approaching wave,
Surfing high on it, half-naked, so brave,
She came up to shore and gave him a twisted sweet smile.
Those perfect curves calling,
As he stared and started falling,
He craved for her flesh, wishing to have her least for a while.
Now in a sandy crude desert,
The pretty girl was in her blue skirt,
Mr. Stoner pried behind in desperation, wishing to have her
She treaded the burning dunes,
To the attention of him immune,
In his eyes caused the desert sands a painful deadly blur.
Now in a forest at autumn,
The sight of her called him,
As he raced down a path illuminated by the yellowed bright sunlight
Her pretty face ahead in the distance,
Lured him toward her with mighty persistence,
He reached her and held her hand, her divine beauty causing him a fright!
Her cheeks were at his lips,
Her beauty he cherished sip by sip,
Her breath caressed his lungs, immersing him in a trance
The trees began to sing,
And a happy mood they did bring,
In exquisite style, to the tune of the forest they began to dance.
‘Mary Jane is my name’,
Said the pretty young dame,
As she kissed him tenderly stroking his head
His eyes bloodshot,
As in the trance he was caught,
These ecstatic feelings caused his eyes, tears to shed.
And so lost they became,
The other’s desire they always tamed,
Tending to each other in times of happiness and blue!
Then mingle did they,
With the forest society everyday,
And the peace they shared with all brethren was the holiest act they would do!
Making love beneath trees,
When it was warm or in a cold breeze,
Till Mary Jane sprouted the first of all her fruit to come!
Cocaine he was named,
Soon to be glorified and famed,
By all the dwellers of the forest, who in sadness and glum!
Then came heroin,
A being of a unique kin,
Spreading peace and the joy of intoxicated life,
And then came extacy,
The scourge of democracy,
Intoxicating the world, removing all sorts of strife!
Then came acid,
That made men lucid,
And showed them the path where sadness found no place,
Then came many more,
So goes the folklore,
Who spread peace of mind, and brought about several happy days!
Then Mr. Stoner took in his hand,
A huge log of wood from the sand,
And worked with it for days and days, maneuvering it, carving it,
Then strings he worked with too,
Toiling hard, looking for clues,
Finally forge did he that, which made all soul’s lit!
In his hand a guitar he held,
Its tones got his heart swelled,
He kissed it and stroked it as he showed it to Mary,
Then many more did they forge,
Collecting wood from the nearby gorge,
As everyone of the forest society of the instrument did become wary.
So then the Stoners made rock,
And about it the whole society talked,
Of how it was a portrayal of man’s very own soul,
Then more music the stoners made,
Making all grief slowly fade,
As the forest-dwellers chanted in their hearts, Rock And Roll!
And so the years passed by,
The stoners spreading peace and joy,
With their music and their love for all the forest-dwellers,
Then came the day,
When in front of a million they played,
Who had come to watch these musicians, these story-tellers!
Expertise with the strings,
A million hearts Mr. Stoner did sting,
As heroin let out his heart-capturing and enthralling voice,
Mary with her guitar,
Her solos unique and bizarre,
Cocaine on his drums, making the band beautifully poised.
Extacy on her keys,
With her notes that playfully teased,
The minds of the millions present that very day,
Acid on his strings,
The blessing of bass he did bring,
Notes that gave every song that little necessary fray!
And so they played and played,
And finally goodbye they bade,
As they bowed low in the midst of a fire spray!
And so vanish did they,
Never to be seen till today,
What happened of them is unbeknownst to all mankind,
But the legend ends not there,
Though the truth was never declared,
As the millions at the concert began to pour out their minds!
It is said that Mary Jane,
In a herb had herself contained,
Blessing the mind of all who used the herb!
Heroin and Cocaine,
In poppy had themselves contained,
Calming all minds which were hurt and disturbed!
Then acid and extacy
Who put minds in ecstasy,
Contained in man made material to spread peace in society,
And Mr. Stoner, old and great,
Forever wandering, his fate,
Entering the hearts of men, and instilling a sense of piety!
He keeps the mind of man intact,
Making him and nature interact,
Instilling the desire to inhale the fumes of Mary Jane’s grass!
And also desires similar to this,
To consume the others who spread bliss,
To help man destroy all sadness and grief, and to let it all pass!
twas naught but folklore, but the same it is no more!
The Legend Of Mr. Stoner
As the music builds behind,
The visions enter my mind,
Of a man on a pursuit of a pretty young girl
Let me tell you the story,
Of this young man so eerie,
The Legend of Mr. Stoner shall now be unfurled.
In a disc filled with lights,
Her dancing body a lusty sight,
His eyes fixed upon her, he closed in with nigh haste.
When she looked right at him,
His lusty feelings crossed their brim,
He raced towards her, her soft pleasant skin to taste.
Now at a beach, the approaching wave,
Surfing high on it, half-naked, so brave,
She came up to shore and gave him a twisted sweet smile.
Those perfect curves calling,
As he stared and started falling,
He craved for her flesh, wishing to have her least for a while.
Now in a sandy crude desert,
The pretty girl was in her blue skirt,
Mr. Stoner pried behind in desperation, wishing to have her
She treaded the burning dunes,
To the attention of him immune,
In his eyes caused the desert sands a painful deadly blur.
Now in a forest at autumn,
The sight of her called him,
As he raced down a path illuminated by the yellowed bright sunlight
Her pretty face ahead in the distance,
Lured him toward her with mighty persistence,
He reached her and held her hand, her divine beauty causing him a fright!
Her cheeks were at his lips,
Her beauty he cherished sip by sip,
Her breath caressed his lungs, immersing him in a trance
The trees began to sing,
And a happy mood they did bring,
In exquisite style, to the tune of the forest they began to dance.
‘Mary Jane is my name’,
Said the pretty young dame,
As she kissed him tenderly stroking his head
His eyes bloodshot,
As in the trance he was caught,
These ecstatic feelings caused his eyes, tears to shed.
And so lost they became,
The other’s desire they always tamed,
Tending to each other in times of happiness and blue!
Then mingle did they,
With the forest society everyday,
And the peace they shared with all brethren was the holiest act they would do!
Making love beneath trees,
When it was warm or in a cold breeze,
Till Mary Jane sprouted the first of all her fruit to come!
Cocaine he was named,
Soon to be glorified and famed,
By all the dwellers of the forest, who in sadness and glum!
Then came heroin,
A being of a unique kin,
Spreading peace and the joy of intoxicated life,
And then came extacy,
The scourge of democracy,
Intoxicating the world, removing all sorts of strife!
Then came acid,
That made men lucid,
And showed them the path where sadness found no place,
Then came many more,
So goes the folklore,
Who spread peace of mind, and brought about several happy days!
Then Mr. Stoner took in his hand,
A huge log of wood from the sand,
And worked with it for days and days, maneuvering it, carving it,
Then strings he worked with too,
Toiling hard, looking for clues,
Finally forge did he that, which made all soul’s lit!
In his hand a guitar he held,
Its tones got his heart swelled,
He kissed it and stroked it as he showed it to Mary,
Then many more did they forge,
Collecting wood from the nearby gorge,
As everyone of the forest society of the instrument did become wary.
So then the Stoners made rock,
And about it the whole society talked,
Of how it was a portrayal of man’s very own soul,
Then more music the stoners made,
Making all grief slowly fade,
As the forest-dwellers chanted in their hearts, Rock And Roll!
And so the years passed by,
The stoners spreading peace and joy,
With their music and their love for all the forest-dwellers,
Then came the day,
When in front of a million they played,
Who had come to watch these musicians, these story-tellers!
Expertise with the strings,
A million hearts Mr. Stoner did sting,
As heroin let out his heart-capturing and enthralling voice,
Mary with her guitar,
Her solos unique and bizarre,
Cocaine on his drums, making the band beautifully poised.
Extacy on her keys,
With her notes that playfully teased,
The minds of the millions present that very day,
Acid on his strings,
The blessing of bass he did bring,
Notes that gave every song that little necessary fray!
And so they played and played,
And finally goodbye they bade,
As they bowed low in the midst of a fire spray!
And so vanish did they,
Never to be seen till today,
What happened of them is unbeknownst to all mankind,
But the legend ends not there,
Though the truth was never declared,
As the millions at the concert began to pour out their minds!
It is said that Mary Jane,
In a herb had herself contained,
Blessing the mind of all who used the herb!
Heroin and Cocaine,
In poppy had themselves contained,
Calming all minds which were hurt and disturbed!
Then acid and extacy
Who put minds in ecstasy,
Contained in man made material to spread peace in society,
And Mr. Stoner, old and great,
Forever wandering, his fate,
Entering the hearts of men, and instilling a sense of piety!
He keeps the mind of man intact,
Making him and nature interact,
Instilling the desire to inhale the fumes of Mary Jane’s grass!
And also desires similar to this,
To consume the others who spread bliss,
To help man destroy all sadness and grief, and to let it all pass!
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