Yes,
Days like these
Speak calming words
Unto my unsettled spirit.
Dictation addresses
Soundlessness,
Heard only,
Felt internally,
Inside pure rawness
Of Me.
And there,
Exposed,
Lie my wounds.
Aggravated periodically
By suckers of blood
Looking for a feed.
But,
Its days like these
That mend my traumas,
Partake of darling
Holy Smoke.
Indeed,
I do intake.
Subtle relaxation
Far from troubles,
Free of needs,
want for nothing.
Melting, solely,
With high
Cerebral burning.
Locating comfort like none.
Here ,
Strength subdues
As I willfully embrace.
Belle
puff puff give.... [smiley=smoking.gif]
Parse the wire [smiley=smoking.gif]
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With high
Cerebral burning.
Locating comfort like none
I have found a creature
from with in me
It live in the dark breathing smoke
crouling with desire
of the green magical plan
For it unflustered it
making it at peace
at the edge of insanity
in what it seems hours an end
And as the dream ends
the rides strats to come to a conclusion
it rest for it knows it will
be nourish in its time
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give me some of that stuff your smoking ................thats some good stuff. I wish i could come up with stuff like that.
Rob-just let the creative juices flow!
Ride the wings of creativity,
See their flight towards our destiny!
And puff puff give!
Belle
QuoteRob-just let the creative juices flow!
Ride the wings of creativity,
See their flight towards our destiny!
And puff puff give!
Belle
Belle my juices do flow, but not like that.
I cant do that.
Don't think so much, just let your self be don't imagen, don't think....
JUST BE...
JUST BE...