Marijuana

Penned on July 17 2008

While his corpse doped for a ephemeral bliss,
The pall enshrouded on his face.
Now counting the beads on his bed,
He journeyed the land myriads away.

Twirling his fingers in gamut of smoke,
he discoursed with the silhoutte of hope.
He passed his verdict as if king of this realm,
But still he is pauper in his own destiny.

A sudden shimmer of light on his cones,
A array of roll to whom he is mere pawn.
In his bedlam he lighted another delusion, 
and descended the Green Goddess, 
to accompany him in his eternal dream.

Reviews

[☯]

Very beautifully written and the words are also chosen delicately. I especially loved the line:
"But still he is pauper in his own destiny."
Very true, and lovely. I loved it, keep it up :)

[Aidz]

kewl write

[Alicia Hirshey]

awesome

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

awesome and very true!

[Layla J Omorose]

This is a very good poem. I really enjoyed the imagery and the feeling that you put into the poem. Not only is this true of Marijuana but also in other aspects in life as well...good job I really enjoyed it.

[Lily Mae]

I love this and so true..x

[Tasha]

This was very creative, I liked a lot.

[roy mccarthy]

nice poem!

[Sukriti Suki]

This is good. The rhythm in this piece is nice. Green Goddess..some nice words in this piece.