somewhere.pleasant

lifted
 shifted
drifting
far far away where good vibes only residebesides the non high the non sky familiar.
 Not stuck but in front of my reality pushing the limits of this dimension
 the tension of hate itching me but the clouds are so potent my vision is blurry to demons
 simply easing my reason
 of why to get high on the eve of every season.
Hammock laying
brew slaying
knowledge dripping
it's time to settle let the mental handle.
 Dancing in circles w Mary on top of the kitchen mantel.
Free as can be w peace nd weed.
 I'll be the bad guy for taking advantage expanding
my channels my chakras enchanted
third eye in balance w my talents french inhale all of her like fragrance.
This life is ours for the taking embrace it
2 secs flat and it can be wasted by a sure shot from someone who's mind is tasteless.
2 fingers up rebel against the machine.
I wish for better things like love w strangers and burning of green.
 It seems I'm crazy but that's a fact.
I'm intact w my the inner me the soul that's dreams the things better than what seems.
Flying w stars touching galaxies making sure the moon smells my steam.
The nature of me no worldly things can put out what's best for me.
 Only material things I have is the gold my grams left behind bc her constant words was that what's in your mind.
I'm dim but I shine
when I adventure thru this life speaking freedom and love pure like red wine.
Feel my energy it's getting to me
I wanna share it w others the happiness that's been instilled in me.
She whispered cloud nine 4 planes later we were making some type of love at levels x5
one of my higher of highs is when I inhaled a ghost that stretched further than my spine.
Rubbed against my chest then elevated to my mind.
patient tunes and weed live free smoke trees and not to mention thank God it's 4:20