Poetry - Drug Related Poetry

[Melvin death]

Detective Ventriloquist 23.

The Great hall of records is getting
looted,
Dear Lord.
The gods I wonder?
Eye dreamt about a blue one legged thunder bolt
containing one hundred and eight Coltrane tome’s
ascending through time from
1967!
June
1967!
Six days war and plunder.

Sun Ra.
You fuel my Aiwass Ka.
Son of a Knew Biz.
Dressed in Afro Blue honey beads,
you color my mental tapestry
with sound.

Razor prose from the Crescent city
fills me with joy.
Especially after the rain falls because
I can hear the
Future.

In a sentimental moog
I rolled up glyphs
into cryptic splyffs and
sparked up the golden lamp of love.

O Sir, is O’Sirius important?
Ayahuasca many strange questions in my dreams about
Cosmic Serpents.

If we are nature’s boy
Then get your evangelical hands off my mother’s tomb.
Crusader raider.

Carefully place the eye of Horus on the
Rekkid.
Nod your Nut.
Then
Non-violently
Shake your booty side to side like your
Jabba the slut.

Cut and Scratch the imagination with
a configuration
Like,
Blowing over the whirled inside a Syrian ruebot
constructed of hope flavored
Sepharic
light particles.

Sing 13 Moon invitations
to my Sun sister and heal yourself.
S/he runs between the legs of Nuit
to the beat
of acknowledgement.
Like a sun star satellite
You shine
All Nuit.
Sun of RAMMZISS, awaken.

Blowing Stellar regions through your Reedles requires
no needles.
Only a stylus psalm.

I am the sun star groove rider.
A Passion flower-powered Goddess of balance.

Precession-guided weapons of love
dissolve your empire of terror.
Pharomba made of a substance beyond a dream
Shimmer you,
and who’s army?
Onward
to the end of the beginning.

Lift the curse from your pursuance with
Ancient sounds.
Hey Wallis Budge over!
Let jimmy take over with,
Acid jewels of love juice.

Gods and dogs talk of
Emerald bullets of pure love.
My tongue spits spackled round Jazz speak like
Cool Daddy
cool.
Rewind for the unwind.

Love Supreme Council of
Egyptian Infinity
listen up!
Cosmic ambient sounds are sacred sentences miles beyond this one.
Trane your self.
Re-aim yourself for the Transition.

Take a Holiday to Cairo.
Take a Joplin to Geezer.
Take it easy Giza
Easy Star!
Hum-Allah.

Hawass KA A.A!
Indialivia Elvin Joanzin
Elevation.
Pyramids been capped as we
Approach the witching hour of
Transformation.

United we can Break
any calendrical spell.
Dreamcasting wisdom through music we
become the traveler in soundspirit.

Diplo-matic crack heads of state,
why do you tempt fate with hate
when there is Love in us all?
Jesus Christ, hung
on a gate with rusty nails even fails
to stop this spate of date rape.

Escape the ape body
and head for the stars.
Where Jukeboxes play many of Sun-Ras
Tunes.
Rejoice.

(Whispering)
Hush Bush now baby,
Love will find a way.
Hush Bush new baby,
Don’t you cry?
It’s just a meme’s to an end.

I boldly meditate upon a
Heliopolitan Coke-Nine cartel.
I smell powder supreme.
Meanwhile,
Thrift store Pharmacia service for your people?
Its Bloody Luna-sea.

I am Dj Eye Rock.
Eye Rack up Stargate co-ordinates with
Seals and Leaks, then I
Piss on Christ’s leg.
Through a Time Crack.
I am a jolly ocean Pissmass song.
Drink IZIPHO ZAM!

Ground probing machines upon
Oil not feeling very wells,
shaft Gaia. Drill her
in broad daylight.
Stop. thief.
Stop Chief.
Stop. Look. Rape.
Cold dark bloody Murder!
Awakening!

Hey sweet mama
I hear a new World Coming from
a far off land.
In the Beginning was the Bird of the Nile,
and the Bird was made Flesh.
Just around the Mid-Knight Ultra Horus.
Love found a way,
to save our Children.

The Western Lands…
And takes off skyward.
Ascending.
Christ at the Controls,
In a ship made of plywood.

Magdalene sits peacefully
at the edge of the world.
S/he bleeds blue applesauce.
Her blood sews seeds,
which take geometric forms inside the wind of Reedles in Orphic
Horns.

Sonic army’s of moonchild Arkestra’s
Spill out from Jupiter’s moon like
gods on a safari.
If I die before I wake remember,
this is a remix.
Europe is a fiction.
Empire is a meme.
Hemp is an Urb and
Bush is a dope.
As for A pope?
You know you know what love is!
Clear out of this world.

Europa’s my melody line
Say it.
Tonight has a thousand eyes
like end-to-end burners singing rainbow songs.

I soar upon wings of Kamapa
Yes,
I flew into the world wide web of life.
Through portals and WindTao’s.
Our earthship conquests
the Irrational
Mindfield.

I am spore.
The spore of the words.
Folded and imploded gusts of Trane wrecking havoc.
This ship’s shredding time,
like Dali.
Compassionately,
I weave Illbient Jungle techno
through a space-time plug whole the size of a dream.

Baby oil is exchanged for stocks in
Baby flesh.
Pound for Pound.
“Yes the price, the price, we think is worth it.”
Preaches Mad Lynne Alldark.

Tiny lotus sky church gods speak to me in Enochian Jabberwocky.
Next year on April 10th you will see
The Trilogy.
The Profits told me so.

The Bird-headed flaming one
becomes
A Dark Star Maker of a Staple diet
Proclaiming:
”It’s just a remix of the RAW son”

Therefore,
LAM Chioops and
Mirror/leaks lead to visions of,
medium rare texts by crooks n spooks.
I contemplate a lotus foot upon an Irish stream of consciousness
like a lost blue, sonic, fusion between
The Dukes of Hazard Opus and
ethnopharmacognosy
I am outlaw.

Severn by Severn
saxophonic ships set sale toward sextet isles of Aum.
Simple soul boats carry the feather
of an Ostrich to
Amon Toadin.
Get the Zero Pints?

Across the hole Galaxy,
Dee
N Eye N
A
Commuted faster than Light.
Frozen spirit of Pan,
With a cup full of sperm seed for y’all,
wee are Astral traveling with a prayer before dawn.

Oh Pharoah speak to us from
beyond the stargate with
memories of J.C.
Beyond the red
Black and green Sand Castles are
mansion worlds,
Pharoah communicates the entire legend.
The creator has a master plan!

Our Symbolic Sibilant’s have born word unto the world.
Dribbling sibling bling’s sacred Earth speak.
Therefore,
Cosmic musical meditations mark
A Transition for mankind
toward Interstellar space.

Oh Lord let me do
No wrong this Equinox,
Speak low with triangles and Tinkle bells.
I guess it’s a Merry Christ’s mess.
And a Heliopolitan know year.

I invoke thee,
Coltrane
The Terrible and Invisible dog,
who dwellest in the void place of the spirit.
Together
We can chant down Babylon
with music.
Sweet sweet music.

FLY
GARCIA FLY.
FLY AGARIC.
CALIF GRAY.
30th November. 2003.

[chronic777]

I wanna get cokeget notes, thenroll'em up andget blowed,
Is there something you dont get, no? I guess im just a scitzo,
Its a sick joke, im on a tight rope tip toed,
Soon as i see sum white lines you know i gottasniff those,
Fuck these dumb hoes likea lil bitch ill run home,
I got a numb nose and a gun in your mums 'hose,
Whatever drugs name 'em and i bet you ive done those,
Nothing to be proud of but i sayit loud with no doubting,
Screaming all day like a child whose stuck on anouting,
"SORRY? WHAT? I cant hear you through all this shouting!?"
"Shut the fuckup you brat! Im telling you for the last time!"
Im as irrational as coke head bout to snort his last line,
I do it as a pastime, cut and smoke down the grass fine,
Im smoking yours of course, saying "fuck will i pass mine!"

[chronic777]

My brains not at all intact, everytime i escape itthis shit calls me back, sick of stalling forall of that, id rather spit raw over all these tracks, instead of sniffing all the balls, in fact, my minds changed, so now this rhymes changed, swervin in my car tryin to find the right lane, snorting more off of a cd case, soon as its gone wish it could be replaced, when will i stop? never, probly, they'll have to come to catch me to stop me!


Damn look at how this shits got me..............

[chronic777]

Acting cocky, dont give a fuck about health or property, I have to quit and have do it properly

[white_lighter]

who's that lady
a true rock star to make you go crazy
you rap
she does to
with dope lines to blow your mind
you like risk take her across state lines
all it takes is one try
and you'll lose hold
all in due time
come on you dont need familyand friends
as long as your paid she'll be there till the end
who cares what you lost
cause with her you always win
now every one wants to know
whos that boy......

lil somthing i wrote real fast kinda like a poem lol

[D.U.M.B]

Hey,
SWIM wrote these

Dependence -

It seems it was money well spent
I've stopped scratching and I'm coherent
I was just starting to lose all hope
But you my faithful dealer and friend you scored dope

Lucky me as I was sobering up with each passing day
I could actually remember what I meant to say
But you my friend you got me high once again
Stoned again like it was the first time way back then

I've scored so no longer do I shake
From deep sleep I was almost about to wake
I almost accidentally returned back to reality
To laugh at nothing I was losing the ability

I can't believe I almost came down
My permanent stoned smile had become frown
But it's all okay because I've smoked and I'm once again high
It's back to floating with the clouds way up in the sky

Fixed For A Quiet Mind -

All this time I swore I'd never believe
That a quiet mind I could achieve
To have self control would be bliss
But I know I'll never have this

I stay but only to alter my perception
Saying I'm okay is my biggest deception
I hide away and find a place to lay
So I can sweat my soul out all day

I tell myself once more won't hurt
As soon I could be residing beneath the earth
I need to stop trying to numb the pain
I know it would be better if I could refrain

My head tells me I need a hit
So I can ease the cravings a bit
But whatever option I decide to take
I know I'll be slowly dying a fake

Mushroom Season -

You show me things I shouldn't see
You reveal my deepest thoughts to me
You make the long cold nights so fun
You keep me awake until the rising of the sun

With words of wisdom you can enlighten
My dark world you can somehow brighten
Your magic has stopped me ending up dead
You've made sure it doesn't all go to my head

You have given me the ability to laugh and smile
Even though it's sometimes only for a short while
You have made nature around me sing and talk
For miles you have made me cheerfully walk

Every October I am happier for one reason
For it's the time of year we call it Mad Season
Like a special treat in a field you often are
One nibble and my mind does go so far

[Trebor]

Alright, brilliant and again alright.

[jesusfreak666er]

nicely done, i like mushrooms season

[Cannavore]

i blow white lines
like not stoppn at stop signs.