Dear Miss Jane

Dear Miss Jane,

The attraction I feel towards you is undeniable
And always has been since our first kiss.
That intimate puckering of the lips
And sensual intake of your warm breath
That has uplifted so many before me
Much like it will after.
Whenever we touch, my fingers stick to you.
And for a moment I can feel like a worker bee,
Swimming in your ever so sweet honey.

Your pungent smell intoxicates me,
Filling my nose with natural aromas,
And Your herbal fragrance drives me wild
A skunky odor I've always craved.
Your emerald hue comes in so many shades,
Every tint from fluorescent lime to deep forest,
And each pigment leaves me entranced,
Timelessly gazing upon your form.
The lavish diamond jewelry you don,
Proudly sparkling in the light,
Lays gently upon your entire mass.
Like the first snow on natures hair.
Even the dreadlocks you often model
Come in a variety of dyes.
The bold reds, fierce purples, and subtle oranges
Serve to accent your jade figure.

Since the beginning of our romance
You've brought back genuine joy to my smile,
Returned imagination to my mind
And restored the authenticity in my laugh.
You bring a pleasant dimmer to my scrutiny
Of the world
And a new appreciation for flavor
As well as insightful enhancements
To the nuances of euphonious melodies.
You massage away the worries between my ears,
Unlike anything I've ever had before,
Until my burden simply melts off my shoulders.
And for that, I thank you.

Unfortunately, our audacious relationship
Must now be put on hold,
For despite the many delights I gleam
From our tumultuous love affair,
The fact of the matter is:
I can't lean on you.

Feelings of melancholy
Overwhelm me when I consider
A cessation of our forbidden liaisons
Yet, it is that very sensation
That has caused me to review
The viability of our affiliation.
Though you willingly cleanse my mind
Of fearful preoccupations,
My self concept requires clarity.
The distinctiveness of my psyche
Has been fogged for too long
By my consistent entanglement
In you.
And I must runaway now
Before I can no longer see the mirror
Through the smoke.


One day
We will be able to resume our fine partnership,
And rekindle the persistent flame
To regain the familiarity we once knew.
And when that dawn comes
I will fall into your caress without hesitation,

But until that fateful morning
I must extinguish my flame
And sleep alone.

Always Yours,
D

Down the Rabbit Hole

Tumble down the rabbit hole.
Search through Wonderland,
The cavern of the unreal,
Falling deep into the colorful darkness,
A bottomless crevice,
Overflowing with the entropy
Of minds.
Formerly static structures flow smooth
As water in a river,
Swinging with the jazz,
And shape shifting in the wind.
Chilling auditory tones
Melt over waiting tongues,
And caress the gentle skin
That protects delicate convictions.

Even the constructs of time,
Bound by fundamentals of arithmetics and physics,
As mathematically consistent and dependable
As the simplest equation,
Lose order.
Reason is thrown
Into a purgatory of contradiction,
Leaving Unadulterated emotions
In alienation
To decode external stimuli.

Empty rooms fill with shadows,
Causing those who entered foolishly
To abandon hope
That the world will right itself,
That consistency will return,
And the universe will once again adhere
To the laws that once brought to it
Coherence.

Self induced psychedelic psychosis.
Sanity slips from the ledge
It was precariously settled upon,
Dazed by the senseless hysteria,
And swiftly spirals back upon itself;
Leaving in its wake
An enigma of meaningful moments
And answerless questions.

What is illusion
When minds eye
Effortlessly turns ideas into reality,
Filling mental vacancy with suppressed images?

Silhouettes of painted warriors from centuries past,
Fiendishly wielding their iron tools of war,
Fall into a trance,
And sinisterly cavort to the vibration
Of modern pulses.
Subconscious images cloud the senses
Creating a psychological fog of war
Just as questions
Of the variability of being
And cerebral lucidity
Curse the sighted with a veil
Of ambiguity.

Who am I
If my paradigms shift,
Mindsets alter effortlessly,
Core life tenants become forgotten creeds
And concepts of identity become situational?

While mirrors may reflect
The physical image of self
The glass can only feature
An external guise.
Deaf, Dumb, and Blind
To the viscera of character.
The once crisp visage of self,
Forged through years of action
And conscious inaction,
Shatters.
Causing the aloof and intrinsically rich
To seek an altar,
Beyond the reflective pool of pride,
Before he drowns in the treacherous waters
Of self worship.

What is real
When pure perception
And sensory information
Can meld with the subconscious
Into a blend of the tangible and the abstract,
The conceptual and physical
Until the two are indistinguishable?

Formless demons materialize from freed minds,
Dancing, taunting, and teasing.
Prodding the unsuspecting into eccentricity
And mania.
Night Stars shine bright enough to be heard by ears.
The sky's gentle bells conspicuously ringing
And mobile heavenly bodies bring with them
A chorus of screams,
Asking,

Why?

Why venture down the rabbit hole?
Why the red pill?
Why the rejection of yesterdays blissful ignorance?
Free from chaos.
Bound by tradition.
Predetermined by history.

Ordered.

Finally emerge from the prison of cognition,
Both burdened and uplifted
By the experience of melting realities,
And the knowledge of unstable existence,
And begin eternally cross-examining
The self prescription to go
Down the rabbit hole.

Afflicted

My soul affliction
Is an herbal addiction
Psychologically bound
To inhaling
Unlike Clinton

Cause Sobriety causes Insomnia
And part time mania
But grass
Makes me couch sink
Like Lusitania

Countless dubs and zips
Hotboxed in our whips
And THC clouds
Slowly escape
From fat nigga lips

Always blowing Os
Smoke coming out my nose
Chilling with my stoners,
My potheads,
Reefer hos

It curses me and gifts me
Knocks me down and lifts me
The chain that binds
And the wings
That free me

Flicking bics like weezy
And if outside gets breezy
We'll relocate
to the bathroom
So we can sesh easy

Now towel that door
Pack some more
Overflow that bowl
And keep lighting that shit
Til our lungs get sore