ok i will only submit 3 entries a day to make it fair to others lol

great stuff so far, to all.

by me:

oh what we might see, but to escape this plane
all the answers are in me, says the wise old man

but there's only one of me, confined to this life
and experience is key, to knowing wrong and right, right?

but his smile lends a trust, and i accept the wooden piece
inhaling with closed eyes, the taste of berries, teas & trees

it's enough to make me laugh, almost enough to make me cry
at the scarcity of pleasure and of freedom in our lives

and how i wish to share it all, with the ones i know and love
i've found an answer here inside, they've been looking up above

and now many walk among us, woke up from ceasar's plan
listening to advice, from a wise old man

The day has started, skies are clear,
waters calm, which way to steer?
Starboard's safe, boring , mundane,
while port is feral, and must be tamed.
Port side ho! Into uncharted depths,
searching for harbor with much baited breath,
Tired and wanting, sailing for days,
but on the horizon, a curious haze.

Into the fog, what lies ahead?
The path cannot be certain,
Taking deep breathes, clearing the head,
Feeling the lift of my burden.
Dead ahead, a solace lies,
A land of "crooks" and "fiends",
But to that I chuckle and give a sigh,
A sailor on the sea of green.



Boosh! I hope you like it! I could use that pen! LoL

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Everything I say is a lie or stolen from the internet, trust me...

thanx 4 da edits fdd im using my mobile so im limited to what i can do cheers

Weed is green
Hash is brown
So smoke some of each
and get rid of that frown.

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Chiceh
Peace, Love & Weed

I like ganja best of all
Winter, summer, spring, or fall
Every morning when I awake
I rollitup and soon am baked.

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e2 to e4

As i clasp the thin fibre between my finger and thumb. I put in some herb, tear some cardboard then done. Ready for me to to make into a spear. My ritual almost done we're very near. I call upon the mighty dragon to ignite. To flame my spear to set it alight. As i kiss the burning spear it fills me with power. I get so much from a special flower.

Equality and the eye of wisdom.

in this ocean's midmost depths,
waves unborn,
Farmers channel water to the lands,
Freeing our brothers and sisters
- With silver green smoke.

All the same in a sea of green.

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everything i say is a lie. im just norml

i step into light
my eyes are so blinded
takes time to adjust
my plants i will mind them

feed them and grow them
from seed into harvest
i break the best nugs
the ones that are largest

it goes to my head
a clear and a calming
now i can relax
for being done with all farming

next season will come
along with the same process
a love for growing bud
and a love for my harvest.

good one.