I've got nothing to say and I’ve got nothing to mention.
Something today may seem to be quenching my thirst
for the best and the worst.
For better or worse,
blessings fall down to my feet where they're cursed,

but I want you to know that I would sing you a song
of everything in peace and nothing gone wrong,
and I'd sing it all aloud from a soft cloud of melody
drifting through my head as it led me and fell on me,
so convict me of a felony,
I sang it all wrong.
The clouds of my song opened up and rain fell on me
from waiting for the sun for too long, which finally came,
but I had to take a call as my telephone rang
and left you drying out in the heat of a drought,
leaving you with only your song to think about,
the very thing I wanted to sing about.

Nothing today and there's no new invention.
Something today may seem to be quenching a fire
of flames that burst in my blood.
Water came in and the worst of me flood out,

but I want you to know about the way I would play you a tune
of the end of all waiting and right now coming soon,
and I'd play it all as one in the hot sun that fell on me
and burned right through my head as it shined down to tell on me
and convict me of my felony
of singing the song,
knowing it can only be played all wrong
while fading from waiting too long for the sun and the song which finally came
as the telephone rang
and left me dying out in the heat of a drought
with some rain left in my brain to flood me out,
the very thing they wanted to bring about.

My penalty, my reward.
It's just.
My blessing, my curse.
It just could not get much better or worse,
but it could and also isn't,
something's missing.

So as I sit here unconvinced of anything,
my mind leaving behind so many things
I don't want to consider anymore,
I'm still not sure of needing to be sure about anything anymore.
Chopped down to size until I'm hardly anything anymore,
but surely too big, quiet giant until I fall.
A whole tree that's just a twig where to grow up would be defiant
in all but a forest, where the surest bet would be to get shaded
by a seemingly unrelated canopy.
How's that gonna make a man of me?

How much dust and heat did you just leave sitting in that seat where you just sat?
What is your judgment of our judgment of that?

What do you do when you're feeling offended
or feel your actions need to be defended?
Offend up to me and we leave you undefended.
What do you receive and do you believe what is sent?
Do you fail to straighten it all out if it comes about to you all backwards and bent?
Do you return unto them as was done unto you the last time it ended?
Will you rethink about it the other way all again because of who you befriended?

Can we make you take a back seat and turn yourself back around
and how well do you dodge or dislodge when you're captured, bounded, fractured, or hounded?
How did you see and look for the cookbook that you founded that I hid?
The one from where you seemed to have taken the recipe from me and been baking to have your cake and eat it too and then
throw it all up and back out of you
at you again.

So we'll do it again,
and send you to and fro.
I'll say stop,
and I'll say when to go.

And we just want to know

do you look to hear a sound or are you blinded by your deafness?
Do you reach for an answer when you don't yet understand the question?
Do you turn around to teach when you don't even know the lesson?
Are you cleaning up a mess, or are you making all the messing
up in your mind in some way?
Are you hitting the play, fast forward, stop, rewind too much today by our say?

Should we stop you where we found you and should we bring you back around to bring you down?
Should we turn that maniacal pointed triangle smile upside down to a disappointed frown for a while
for your own good?
Back from a mile to the ground back to where you once stood.
All in one piece
in peace
knock on wood.


Is there a misunderstanding that they want me to have?
Are they doing all my learning on my behalf?
Are they trying to preserve my youth for me,
hide what's true to see, or hide me from the truth?
Do they want to put me down or want to give me a boost?

I know I wouldn't be talking to it like it's mine
if everything wasn't tight and got screwed on too loose.
Everything is fine.
Hidden in a shadow to watch you shine.

Too dark today and too sunny tomorrow.
Sun gets in your eyes and then you cannot follow the ball.

Oh.

I don't know if I know or if I get it
or stole it.
There's something in the bowl but I don't know if I lit it
or pulled it in.
I don't even know if I made a good deed or a sin,
and I won't go and let them make me question it again.



Keep on sleeping while you think you have awoke,
making this into a joke
when it's serious and solemn.
Put something that is not so delirious in the column
of the paper
if you're true, and really higher, not a hater.
Even if we haven't really given it to you, from you we will require it for later,
and inquire if we can put on all the finishing touches,
take off the parts we don't like and replace them with other things such as
our brand.
And if not we'll take it all as ours, arrange and change and call it a brand new thing, with originality in reality and everything
like the fountain head.
Leave you crying out loud alone on the mountain till dead with a broken head, instead.
How would you like that for all this $#@% that you just said?

Hello there,
back there,
back to it,
back to where and to which I'm not blind
to getting attacked from behind.
Do you mind?

And I'm backing way the #%©$ up,
not forwards, but back towards to you behind
to try to explain or prove a grain of truth to the minds
of who I know won't move an inch
away from the booth in the hole from which they lynch
and try to bury me too.

So #%©$ you.

And I love me
and everything I ever sought to see
from within these eyes within which I be
from the time I came to the time I leave.

And I believe..
this is all a shrinking
down to this size from which within I'm thinking
everything all at once to try to keep it all there for you
which I don't need, but to be fair to you
your reality can be your magnificent insignificant place
where you pull me down to deface,
belittle, and shrink,
and make me sink and think it too
true,

but I love you.

I’m open.
What are you smoking? Methamphetamine?
Who have you met instead of me?
Readily speeding steadily.
Just listen to my melody.
That happy cat be hissing when pissing is a felony.
Nine eleven when heaven puts the hell in me
and I don’t know what Kevin is telling me.
I ain’t selling out so someone get selling me.
I don’t got habits for gel tabs of jealousy.
Let me empty you of envy.
If you want what I have then remember me.
November be turning Decembery.
I’m the one for you too and member three.
Shiver me timbers Ri,
and Regina Spektor.
In between I inspect her.
Don’t ever expect me to be an expecter.
I best stretch and limber me up
as I linger in the cup.
To the rim I fill up.
It hinders me, yup.
I’m a winner young pup.
What’s for dinner? What’s up?
The sun’s up in me
and we’re not running out of gluttony.
I’m a jerk and I’m working on something, see?
And nothing’s free.
Puffing or bluffing up a muffin tree?
Hey, they are loving me in Coventry,
and all that’s above in the come in me
when I’m loved and there’s no running pee.
Golden showers.
I’m holding flowers.
Old man towers.
The endower.
Sweet or sour?
I have the power.
I boast I’m diagnosed with delusions of grandeur,
and I can purely cure cancer,
so all them ducks can get in a row
and quack for me actually.
I’m not normal normally.
I know the next storm will be me.
Formerly known as a prince
with my own fingerprints.
Full member by December or remain a smoldering ember.
It's okay, I remember.
What temper?
I’m a hazard, see?
If I can rap it faster than I can type it accurately
then I'm one more step toward being true chocolate.
You got it, can’t knock it, cacao nibs for the masses.
Great and straight up your asses.
The emperor wears those clothes.
Case closed.
Face, nose.
On pace with the hoes.
Snitches and foes don’t grow.
Bitches don’t know.
Yo.
I’m of use.
There’s no excuse.
Give me a boost.
Duck, duck, goose and ugly ducklings all flow.
You #u©% me so-so.
I’m a swan, I wanna blow.
When I glow you can’t say no.
I’ll be freed to reap the seeds I sow.
As you read you grow.
The meek can seek and keep it on the down low.
We upload, we download.
On the ground below I found those.
Merrily merry go round, it goes.
I’ll marry my own.
Marijuana?
Ayahuasca to marry me ho, ho, ho.
Who’s higher, who asks ya, and who barely knows?
Fire up the stoves that Jerry chose.
Through wires I bleed gold from my tarried nose.
Cherries and berries doze.
A big twig under hair and clothes.
November, December.
Remember when the emperor rose to be a tree?
Easterners, westerners, Santa’s closed, you see?
North, south, open your mouth.
What’s this about? To what it amounts?
Tell you one thing, don’t doubt.
I’m something, I’m out.


American Life

So Much Things To Say

Ya get me.
Miss Piggy in a frog dress.
I make progress.
If you want me to be honest,
then I think I’m smarter than you
and my heart is so true
while my art gives a view
to you.
You’ll find that I climb who I know.
Designs that can show
new clues,
and who’s who.
#u©% me and I’ll screw you to the wall.
All through you empty my balls
which are all glued
to a witch’s fall brew.
I call you.
It’s all true.
Hit the small too.
Lit the hall for you.
Walk on down
toward the talking sound.
Forward rocking now.
The socket found,
and if you lock it in a town
it will just wait to get out.
The date is about to change.
Home, home on the range,
where the deer and the antelope have mange.
It’s strange,
I know.
My fangs
all glow.
The gangs
will grow.
I’m buzzing.
Got a cousin named Wayne that likes the show.
Know how to stay, but might just go.
Although, I’ll be back
more in tact to know.
The facts of flow.
I’m actual.
It’s factual
to grow.
The tracks all go to a pack of hoes
I will use.
I love and respect them,
don’t confuse me
with those not knowing the blessing.
This burned word salad will have better dressing
when my pain and hurting lessens.
It’s my burdened brain’s lesson.
What a mess and
I clean it up for you.
Now I’m more true.
I’m here to report you to the authorities,
extorting me so importantly.
I’m a horny bee, I’m not snorting the
pile while I smile with superiority.
Near the shore we be.
I am more than free.
It’s been hell where I fell from a boring tree,
but I’m adoring the ladies.
Strange fruit, some loot, and some gravy.
Pray God maybe saves me from making babies.
Or saves them from the scabies,
STD’s, and rabies.
Lay me out.
Make me forget what it’s all about.
And I get that you’re bit in droughts,
but everyone gets peace at my house.
A piece of my shout.
At least love amounts
to something I can make.
One thing I create.
Together we’ll be great.
Better things on plates.
Their cut of the cheddar will have to wait
at the gate
while my system evacuates it’s bowels.
Can I buy a vowel?
Wheel of Fortune, Jeopardy.
Spots can change and leopards see
who is a celebrity
with fluid integrity.
I am human, let me be
in a place with my own kind.
We are all together in this,
I’ll come back and shine
through the mist.
Those I’ll meet.
Those I’ll miss.
What a treat
to get a kiss
from someone who knows me.
So excuse this, she’s nosy.
Her wrists, listen, grow me.
Handcuffs and microphonies.
I’m not out to make bologna.
“Bone me.
Riding on a pony.”
And I’ve shown the way.
You don’t have to be gay,
but be happy
you have me.
I’ll gladly stay,
going sadly,
but you had me.
When they grab me up,
be glad I’m happily cupped
where they’ll have me.
The coffee is badly wanted
after all the battles we’ve flaunted.
My bitch which kept you haunted.
Hope you don’t feel taunted.
We just wanted to share
the velocity of my chair.
At school we see yours truly,
Jer.

They want to have me make history
like Kathy Bates in Misery.
What a mystery.
That's not so sisterly,
but I got more wizardry.
The gist of it missed by the consistory.
I linger with fingers so blistery.
I once blew a whistle in Sicily.
Better ancestors are missing me.
Came and then gone like synchronicity.
Back again with delivery.
What are they giving me? So much for chivalry.
One touch I give her be
one shot that givers be hot and got productivity.
They make pizza that eats ya in Italy.
Set my little fiddle free.
Answer me that and riddle me.
We dance in the middle.
We can’t take a $=|+ or pee without it meaning something.
Give the food and eat on nothing.
Live to be rude and I’m loving.
I’m not bluffing, I’ll give her stuffing.
Thanksgiving turkey in the oven.
I look for more and your doors are shutting.
I ignore the cutting.
You’re all sluts and liars.
I am something higher,
and I’m on fire when I’m puffing.
Earned some burning of desire.
Learned the turning of the tires.
It’s concerning all the wires running.
I feel burdened with the pliers.
Can’t give it fixes it requires.
Discussion.
So I get high to reply to the repliers.
I leap higher than all the qualifiers.
I’m tall and yawl’s balls need magnifiers cousin.
Tag it for the buyers coming.
In the bag it expires. Shelf life acquired dusting.
Get hired and fired on the same day inspired to work for nothing.
You’re all such jerks in your attire, shirts, and gloves and
when you got the wrong job, it hurts when sucking.
Hasten pace and chase the skirts.
Put your face in the dirt and blow.
That’s all you know.
I call you low.
Smoke with fire, high on snow.
To ash and then we melt what grows.
Getting past what I felt below.
Fell on ass, was dealt some blows.
Felon, grass, then sell one show.
On the highway I hide away the flow.
What’s sent is not meant to fall so slow.
This is what you also know.
Jerry wishes for a Ho Ho Ho.
Merry Christmas for sure.
Freed seeds and a hoe.
Pardoners in garden rows.
Harder when starting below.
“We know.
It might be the starter Sico.
No mention of the engine being illegal.
Your balls all bald eagle.
Not looking so feeble.
All you need is love from The Beatles."

Teaching.
Rehabilitating the waiting, but not just preaching.
Who am I reaching?
Each to their leaching.
That's just cheating.
Worthlessly purpose defeating.
Turn this into leading.
Again you reading.
I got a blood clot or too much bleeding.
Having a spasm with aspirin eating.
Laughing at chasms and asking for beatings.
Adding to a surplus we must be deleting.
Out of this house where there's not enough heating.
Believing.
Away in the day and out in the evening.
Leave her fevers for the thieving.
I'm not grieving,
but leaving.
Part of me is old and part of me is teething.
Teeth of gold need cleaning.
Which way do I fall, is it the way that I'm leaning?
Atom weening.
Up and at ‘em, convening.
In the winter we're intervening.
The printer screening.
Just paper and ink or meaning?
Team scheming.
I'm just dreaming.
It seems I'm redeeming.
We all need green and bleed red.
It's part of the art of being.
It's hot though, it's not so demeaning.
I really feel it's revealing what's appealing to be seeing,
and it's freeing.
Some don't know and some agreeing,
but I'm not fleeing.
What once was is not what we in.
I got my key in.
The lock is relieved and
all achieved, we win.
Some perceive the unperceived and
breathe.
What a tangled web of disease we weave.
I need weed and a reprieve.
I reap the benefits of the apple from Eve.
I eat it with Adam's teeth.
The snake can rake leaves.
Less than a queef I bid on a fake chief.
I want cheese.
And bread to go with my beef.
I want bees
to make honey to coat my teeth.
It's sunny with some belief
so I'll give you relief and make this brief.
Have a seat.

Test.

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Hi been lurking around for ages, not fully a member, I grow san pedro, cannabis, salvia divinorum, p.viridis. I've enjoyed various mushrooms and truffles, great mdma and LSD as well as peyote, salvia divinorum which i'm keen to extract as I've grown a shopping bag of it recently. I have some DMT jungle spice I did not extract myself and access to 5-MEO DMT when the time is right. Also a small stash of AL-LAD and 1P-LSD yet to try. Liberty caps are very abundant in Scotland I grew up with them. Would be good to be able to talk more about cultivation of psychedelic plants, upload some pics and share etc. Share experiences. unfortunately my pics can't upload just img text instead.

I can see your pictures. Not sure why you posted them in this thread, but welcome back-

Safe travels!

You're a total bro, look forward to my future posts

Several lines in your work touched me. I adore prose and rhyme, and the large majority of what I've read here is top-fucking-notch! Excuse the language.

Keep it up! I might share some of my poetry in the near future, though most of it is rather depressing

Tried and tested, it’s classic.
Broadcasting. Podcasting.
Broads last and they’re forecasting.
Contrasting.
The notion of scripture with motion picture casting.
Got big, pigged out and then did some fasting.
So I’m asking.
In the sun’s glow go basking,
frolic in the grass and do acid.
Sip it, do whippits, take B12 and Folic Acid.
They say I’m not big when I’m flaccid,
and that it wasn’t very long lasting.
Is it an act to amass the everlasting?
It’s amassing passion and the raps keep adapting.
Was gold as a sapling, turned the crap into rapping.
On the door I was tapping.
My way out I’m mapping.
Knocking on heaven’s door, who’s the captain?
Is he fapping? Does he need closed caption?
If he’s deaf then why is he clapping?
Milk, silk, and satin sheets are out of fashion?
Why would a man wear a hat in Manhattan?
Why would a man have no hands and be catching?
The magic is tragic but it’s matching the assassin.
A$$, a$$, in, fastened.
Between baskets and caskets there should be some action.
I might be part latin, part anglo-saxon.
I give all my gifts with my rations crashing.
Imagine surpassing Aladdin
because you woke up at dawn and played John Madden.
Nothing icy when I see my attraction.
Try and taste it.
I’ve been arrested by people who napping and waste it.
Tried and tested, now what’s gonna happen to the basics?

What are you taking?
Something Jamaican?
Are you really swallowing or hollow and faking?
Is there something you're drinking or something you're baking?
Just had to get some ink in, you know that I'm taken.
Let the bride ride, ring bells, and bring the cake in.
Tail's wagging but I'm not begging.
Let them sevens in heaven, they got a leg in.
The 9 is mine, her name is Megan.
Rain in my brain but I'm sane and she's a pagan.
It's been rough for Puff The Magic Dragon.
Post Traumatic Marriage Disorder on a wagon.
Not the greatest bandwagon,
and man’s quaking.
Gotta bring home the bacon.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NfefzLWy6Yo

There’s this guy that’s gonna get paid for talking to himself
but no one’s impressed.
No money, the best.
Yo Honey, come rest.
I’ve dealt with a lot of pests.
They were so small but called me less.
What a mess.
I passed the test.
Make a nest in my chest.
Rose in the east and set for the west.
Roses and treats but get to the rest.
I mean just be my guest.
I was stressed and hard-pressed.
Naked or dressed I’m so bless’d.
Didn’t know the address on the quest for your breasts.
Just knew how to express.
I confess I’m not the leader of the Reader’s Digest.
But I digress.
Maybe I’ll live more and die less.
Whatever, I can’t hide this.
I can’t get away from what’s inside this.
It’s only me. You wanna ride this?
I’d be loyal to a real royal highness,
cause I’m the highest.
Does that in itself make me biased?
The highest is a sharp point. Smart to try it.


The Midnite Wrickta Scale

The high pie.
Not just a piece of peace.
A pizza of peace.
I get to meet ya at least.
We’d have a feast.
People can cease.
Equal to beasts.
People Iz what cheats.
With greed it’s not need,
it’s heat in the streets picking up the diseased with no eats.
Under arrest for having treats with no receipts.
Like a $3 box of cereal would be stealing from elites.
Might need dollars for Reeboks and see real good revealing of keys.
Ri bawks, I mean Jeez.
Say cheese. People Iz pleased.
Sheeple is so freezed.
Them police.
Window breeze.
Frozen.
Chosen.
Those bees.
Stung.
I’m #1 with this gun.
Come with the sun Hon.
Some People Iz hung.