The art of common sense

Is long forgotten since

The unfortunate discovery

Of drugs.

Beg for mercy

While the societys' innocence

Is smoked up

And swept away in Angel Dust.

The abusers grew angel wings

And had them clipped at the gates of Hell.

So when your chests swell with that forbidden substance

Remember Death doesn't

Give a second chance.

No second glance

Of your life...

You die.

And your soul will either fly

Or lie below the lowest surface.


I traveled that road.

A cloak of Marijuana smoke

To hide me from my issues.

My skin tissues

Wreaked of the scent

Of a sinner with the intent

To attempt to get higher than Jesus....


I don't mean any harm

Plus Mary's charm

Is unavoidable.

In love with Mother Nature's poison

But no guilt crosses my mind;

No, not at all.

I continued to smoke

Until imagination mixed with reality

And my life's formality

Crumbled into pieces...

What's the thesis

Of my life's story?

Doesn't matter.

I was drug influenced

So I barely graduated among other students.

What would my life be like

If I hadn't been 14 and gullible,

Troubled and Lustful;

Enough to undress Mother Nature

Down to her herbal skin

And breathe in

My last breath of innocence.

Not knowing when to end

Because I had forgotten where it begins....


I mean, i was just a boy in school

Too cool for ordinary

So I wanted to be famous

And someone extraordinary...

In love with my dreams

And infatuated with the girl of my dreams.

I felt destined to fall in love

And drown in her essence,

If time would gift me with her presence..

Even as I speak these words

My mind dances

On a flashback

With our once in sync heartbeats.

She, an Angel.

And I, a sinner.

It was a Forbidden Love.

She disappeared

When I chose to be among my peers

Rather than love her for years.


Realize that that was a past

That broke along with the glass

Of a reflection

That I once thought of as perfection

Just because I knew how to lie to myself...

What if I told you

That I created myself anew

The day I made a bold move

To be a courageous fool

And save myself, and inturn save this world

By saving myself...

A hero to be,

And it was all so simple to me.


Now, I am but a poet on a selfless mission.

A man of many words

And many minds

And when I write on these mini lines

Similes kiss the page so sweetly...

Ideas make love to reality

And combust into metaphors

With words rather poisonous to hear...

But how so?

When the ink bleeds and causes

These pages to come to life...

Similar to the feeling of freedom.

If I could just free many souls

With these words that flow

From the mouth and unfold...

I'd do it with a whisper and a kiss..

And welcome you all to bliss...