The Tale Of Ganja Park

The Tale Of Ganja Park

I am a teller of tales you do know well,
Tales of strange women and journeys I’ve made,
But a tale there is that remains untold,
About the green memory of mine that is never to fade

I shall begin about the green old temple,
Where time began, where true men were born,
Where thoughts transcended the heights of reality,
Where the law of the land made attempts forlorn
Where little boys learnt the depths of their ability,
And became men to forge a great new world,
Where the air floated with divine tranquility,
And the deepest of emotions were unfurled!

It is here that the gifts of our sweet love nature,
Were truly cherished beyond all logic and sense,
And here that we trekked the rivers of our imagination,
And when the enemy came, jumped over the fence
It was here the ambience of heaven was reflected,
The oceans of bliss flowing through our souls,
Great ideas we forged within that temple,
And left them on trees which served as scrolls

The temple of weed, the forest of dreams,
Where laughter and smoke warms the fresh air,
Where the spirit of Mary Jane truly dwells,
Where joints are smoked in only pairs

The green memory that shall live forever,
The paradise where men made their mark,
Where smoke and laughter were the ample entities,
The spirit shall live on, Sweet Home Ganja Park!

Screamjack

Reminisce

Love, mistakes and sorrow are the three teachers God appoints to lead us to happiness.....

Reminisce

Yes, heaven had a different plan,
Though the skies told us otherwise,
And love had some other strange purpose,
To accomplish in our blindfolded lives!

Perhaps, lies a secret to which I’m a stranger,
Lingering behind the curtains of sorrow,
To reveal to me a certain divine plan,
That instills hope of a brighter tomorrow!

You now dwell in the myriad of my memories,
Swimming into my conscience that rare day,
No more are you accountable to my heart’s crown,
And yes, the divine plan was you not to stay!

As beneath sorrow’s taming stick,
I have in obedience learnt his law,
I now dwell in the realm of reason,
And have freed myself of anger’s destructive claws!

The past was bitter we are dutiful to admit,
Drowning in the ocean of our emotions,
Victimized by momentary thoughts and feelings,
Laying our decisions in the hands of futile notions!

But love is like a poem that lives forever,
Dwelling in the heart of the faithful artist,
And in the hearts of all who indulge,
Floating within like a thin light mist!

But its remnants are only the moments pleasant,
That cradle rather than scar the soul,
So time taught me to accept the loss,
And wisdom to find Him who made me whole!

I can now smile as I reminisce,
Plunging deep into my mind,
My soul now can willfully smile,
As I stop my life, and for a while rewind!

Screamjack