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

[Jazique]

Wow that nice. Wouldn't have never thought of that. Very descriptive and all. Well done it was really creative.