Ashes to ashes
I am still a Buddhist
Loving to Love
The love that knows love
The way Love should be loved
Dust to dust
I am still a Buddhist
Chanting to chant
Chanting for Love
Loving to chant
Like smoke I spread
Disappearing I am still all
And everywhere, I rise
And Fall
I am still a Buddhist
The colorless exhale
Once the wind blows
From ashes to dust
Burning yet yearning to exist
Still, I am Buddhist
born, created from ashes
Medical Marijuana is so expensive. And, how dare You try and submit a claim to your insurance company for it?
Legal or Street Marijuana is frowned upon because, as the Nurse or Doctor says, “You just don’t know how much THC is in it.” But, people say it works better!
Unless you’re wealthy enough, stick with the Medical stuff. That’s just an easier way for the controlled establishments to increase their revenues. There’s a consultation fee, a charge for the I.D. card, and a charge for each amount you need. The I.D. card seems to be your saving grace.
Then, you can take your chances on the Street for the product that works best for You. Chances are, depending on your purchase, You may have to pay court fees. Get it? The choice is yours! Or is it?
I am Always, but more when I want to be.
Has God ever told You that your prayers are stupid?
Here lies Procrastination
buried deep in the grave
along with Haste and Despair
Though it may be shallow,
it still has room for Grief
But will it be enough
in remembrance of them all?
She was so happy to receive this plant. Now, her joy will be to see it grow and sustain life.
A Plant can do wonders for a person. Many say, “Oh, I can’t keep anything alive!” I say, “Challenge Yourself!”
With tomato trees growing, papaya plants glowing,
Don’t think You could just walk-in, without ever knowing.
The people I see
want so badly to be
They will conform with the masses
in hope they don’t lose their asses
The people I see
happen to be the worst actors
What a cryin’ shame
considering all the factors
The people I see
won’t be part of society
Fear of being exposed
Yet, not in anonymity
Entering with support
I saw You and knew you were in pain
Even through your mass
You saw me as otherwise
And my day was made
And I knew You were in pain
Yet, everything else You said to me
was by text messages
Finding a way to give praise
while saving the pain above your heart
Getting as close as I could
at least my presence was your company
You would not be alone
I would be sure of that
Both knowing the Hippa Law,
You had your own
and made sure I knew when to exit
You would not be alone
I would be back when all was done
looking forward to hear the sound
of you saying, “I have to rest”
I prayed You would
and called me instead to hear my praise
of You
You won’t be alone
I promise
Let Yesterday remain a Memory.
Live for Today.
