Land Of Chocolate

will I dream of you in a land of chocolate, as a sweet confection that I savor. will you melt in my mouth. will you be the cream filled delights that sweeten my journey. swim with me through the milky whey, your hair dripping stars. you would look so nice in a silver foil dress. I would nibble on you as we play in the surf. the heat of our bodies heating the chocolate night into coco. a shake of your hair filling our cups with glowing marshmallows. your heals stirring my soul. your lips on mine melting what our heat could not. melt with me

Dream Stirred Visions

a bitter chill blew on me as I walked, in the distance, a white, fluffy fur swayed. as I touched it, it opened and fell to the ground. the intensity of your smooth sweet body warmed the snow that surrounded us, life filled the land. you called out a secret name and were lifted into the sky on the back of a giant white stallion. your skin glistened in the sun as that was your only covering, power and joy bathed your face, your hair flowing softly, almost weightless, the muscles of your back, flexing and rippling, your hands gripping the reigns, your biceps round with tension, your smile melting the clouds away. 

as my dream stirs visions, warm wind billows fabric of gold, shear against your flesh, sunset lighting you to a lovely glow, your body, candy to mine, pleasure a reward for passion, mist turns to rain, rain cools the sun baked ground, we fall into each others arms and became one, I see you inside, I see your integrity and beauty, the peace you bring others, the need to make love to you and never stop grips me, 

I move behind you, the warmth of our nude bodies touch before we do, my hands move to your front, your breasts fill my hands, you lean forward, your fingers on the wall, legs open as you shift your weight, the scent of your hair, the taste of your back as I kiss you, the divide behind you relaxes, your back arches, my passion moves over your diamond, wetness from our anticipation, slips me inside of you, slowly in a little, wetting me further, out drawing your ambrosia with it, a deeper, thrust and we begin a rhythm, pink flesh circles my cock, wiping and wetting as we move, speed increases, palms on the wall now, your head drops down, then back up, the sound of slapping getting louder, my body lifting you a little more each time, you feel me growing, I feel your muscles tightening, then you fall a little and we cum

Weed Smokers Prayer

I have forgiven the liar
I have forgiven myself
I love my neighbor
I make my world better
I stood up because it is right
God is everything, I'm part of God
Christ is Cannabis so must be God
One love shared by all
I Will Be Powerful!
I Will Be Righteous
I am everyone

"No Church In The Wild" rewrite

Human beings to a moth!
What’s a moth to a king? What’s a king to a God?
What Gods love a non-believer, who believes in everyone?
Will you make it out alive? Bullshits not right, no church but Christ!
Fear in my bedroom alone.
Screams left to die on the floor.
Lies on the lips of a cheat.
Freedom disguised as a stroke.
Toiling in a smokeless lie.
Death is hiding from me, only times got this.
Fractured sight, all shattered like kaleidoscope dreams.
Cannabis craft, knits crystallized brain.
Sweetleaf dealer you charge for this chance.
Is it righteous to ignore the Hebrew word?
Socrates asked “y’all, I drank what?”.
Pull back the vale, seek!
I’m out here calling, I know you read my tweets.
I was a welder, I used to lay beads.
Love is the Holy Ghost, get out of hell be free, preach!

Rage in the morning made me blackout
I call that punch drunk fever
You can not control my aggression
Just roll more weed up until I get some

Don’t form a new religion

No sins as long as there's permission
And deception is the only felony
So never hurt no one without telling me
Starless night and aspirin
My blood pressure was a mad reel
Sun came up, 5 a.m.
I wonder if I died then
Thinking about hateful things
Who was robbing me of honest time
One tattoo on my shoulder not looking back
No other ink I saw to that
That's something that the phony can’t see
That's something that the teacher won’t teach
When we die, the money we can't keep
But we probably spend it all 'cause the pain ain't cheap

Preach

I might be Squachin

Catholic Church sent Christopher Columbus to America, to wipe the non human North American primates off the planet, those strong pyramid building motherfuckers. The primates went underground and deep into and under jungle and forest because of catastrophe, possibly ice comet. These little hairless warm blooded week hole monkeys survived. The stress caused accelerated development that caught the attention of the long extinct species that razed them.  High powered rifles and satellites have made it hard for a monkey to live. Safari is a bitch to out run or dig you dig? A man will fuck a cow, sheep, small horse, medium horse, large horse, baby horse, dead horse well you see my point men, a monkey will fuck a dead brother. King Kong might not be such a stretch. Catastrophe breeds separation. Africa, North Africa, Asia then a Y-separation and a swirl north America-Europe. Catastrophe after catastrophe how long did this take for this many distinct ethnic variables to evolved into us, as a people.

Willy Wonka & Mr. Slugworth

I'm not speaking of candy now. The smoke and mirrors that keep distracting the world are reaching critical mass. Being right makes wrong seem like heaven. I was forced to eat sugar, butter, bread, pork, mushrooms and lies. I love mushrooms. If I gave into addictive substances instead of having a quest for knowledge and understanding I'd be lost. We seek power over the future. Sugar coating the truth gets me nowhere as well as only seeing the bad. Confidence men keep running the game because we are not educating ourselves. Buying what they are selling is our way of passing the buck. We want them to take responsibility for our actions, in a good way with no malice intended. My heart is bleeding over our best hope put in harm's way. Just step back and check your own work with an open mind. "The Con Man's Guide to the Universe" goes on sale soon. Order your advanced copies at.........

Winter

The energy, as in fossil fuels, does not matter at all. The argument is keeping us away from the future survival of the 99%. No matter what we do we will use all the fossil fuel, pollute the atmosphere and water. Then we will make alternate energy a priority. Let me restate the obvious, the 1% will flood the new recourses and squash the people who have been fighting for change all along. Police, military and plain hired thugs will defend the wealthy’s right to survive over the 99%. Eat the rich takes on a whole new meaning then. We are the only things that care at all about the conditions above ground. Terra firma doses not care at all about us, it can wait us out.  "Birds Do It. Bees Do It. Even Educated Fleas Do It" Not forever!