Poem from the pen

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Welcome to my poetry – it gets inside my brain
I want to show you more of me, and hope something you’ll gain.

This is one way to frame my thoughts – I’m sharing what is true
It’s free to have a look around, I hope it’s fun for you.

Some say that hemp’s the ‘devil’s weed’ – I’ll bet that God’s offended.
We know that it’s the ‘tree of life’ and He’s to be commended.

Freedom to farm all green plants is such a basic right,
Page 1 of every Bible defines it -TWICE – right in the light.

The ‘burning bush’ was very clear for Moses in his sandals,
but Rabbis, Popes and Presidents treat holy herb like vandals.

Thirty-two months locked-in this place – outside the sky is blue.
We wonder how to win this case, what could smart people do?

We call upon our inner genius to guide us through the legal fog
like a blind person walks safely with their trusty seeing-eye dog.

Religious freedom’s part of our defense, we know that it can fly.
The only way the feds can win is keeping-up their lie.

For forty-one years the feds have said that hemp is worse than ‘meth’,
So far all judges go along – what chance they’ll fix this mess?

They say marijuana’s got “no accepted medical use” that they can really see,
but 18 states have legalized, plus Washington, D.C.!

Big pharma wants a secret piece of hemp’s real luscious pie.
They say the plant is of no use, so cut it down and die.

Behind the scenes they’re working hard like busy bees make honey.
We know the cannabinoids they’ll find are worth ton$ and ton$ of money!

What must we do for the change to happen on this Earth?
Billions of hungry people are anxious for the birth.

Every night we hear the news – the dollar keeps on falling
and politicians everywhere are really good at stalling.

Pretending they can’t see this herb – martinis firm in hand
while bankrupsies and foreclosures sweep across the land.

Remember in the ’80’s before the crackdown came?
Cash-flow was really flowing – our state was in the game.

Crime was so much lower – smiles were everywhere,
even all the welfare Moms hardly had a care.

But “Operation Wipe-Out” lived-up to its name.
It reduced the pakaloha – we can prove it was to blame.

Eradication of the herb caused ‘meth’ to take its root,
and ve$ted interests like the cop$ say that “the point is moot”.

The only study ever done to ask what caused meth’s troubles –
was soon suppressed – I wonder why? – and then the troubles doubled.

For ‘black-ops’ coke and heroin the C.I.A.’s on-top.
We’ve given-up on Congress to ever make that stop.

Talk about “conspiracy” … our government’s the best.
They tell the very biggest lies and pretend it’s all in jest.

Making war on “we the people” – our Constitution calls it TREASON;
the war on hemp’s exactly that – a FRAUD pretending to be reason.

Our politicians have it made in no reporter’s spotlight.
They both feed on the charade – even tho’ it’s not right.

Most herb people in the world know hemp is sacrament,
and many of us wonder, where our freedom’s went.

Much more important is to know, “How do we get ’em back?”
because the herb we want to grow to get ourselves on track.

Do you know the juice made fresh with leaves of the ganja tree?
Please watch * LEAF * on the YouTube and healthier you will be.

Fresh, fertile hempseed is the one, the healthiest food of all;
vege protein, aminos and essential oils – have you gotten on the ball?

For ‘burning bush’ and holy oil some ‘fragrant cane’ is needed.
The elixir of vitality’s made with milk and bud that’s seeded.

Just grind ’em up together, strain-out the chewy parts;
then drink it fresh and instantly you will UP your smarts!

For making holy anointing oil the recipe’s available for the masses.
It’s found in Exodus 30:23 – let’s teach it in the classes.

How about calamus root powder – do you know its herbal power?
Just eat a pinch with honey, or smoke with ganja flower.

Green, green gold is so much better than the kind inside the ground;
can harvest every 90 days – a renewable goldmine you have found.

We call it “ganja-nomics – nature’s economic plan”.
It’s the best kind of a ‘stimulus’ to be found across the land.

Imagine all the wealth to be around the world this year?
If only we would stand our ground, the hemp would re-appear.

I followed spirit and my heart to bring me what is new.
I found adventure, romance and politics … all on the ‘isle of view’.

But life’s not at all just what I think – it’s what I feel and find.
I know that I have had it great – it’s really been da kine.

Here I sit, I’ve wondered why this prison is my path;
fortunately I’ve been able to re-do the math!

Now I’m convinced that I have found a way to conquer hate.
I bless most any bummer by saying, “God that’s great!”

It makes me smile and feel I can avoid the beaten road
to re-frame all of my troubles and lighten-up my load.

Lately I’ve found a brand new way to redeem all of my faults.
It proves that gold is really more than just what’s in the vaults.

I confess to all my sins – forgiveness is the grace.
When gratitude and love is had we then can win the race.

No one did we cheat or steal, or shoot or lie or rob.
I am convinced now even more it was an “inside job”.

Yes, ‘they’ say I broke the law that got me on this ride,
but living like I had it made my fall was caused by ‘pride’.

I organized the Ministry – it really was superb.
We helped much more than you could see with TLC and herb.

We did our best to follow bliss; smoked pot and smiled a lot,
but I was loose and having fun and this is what I got.

Now I sit here in this pen just thinking what to do.
I’ve had a surprising education and now it’s time to think of you.

I hope you’re well and feeling fine, best wishes all around.
I’d like to call and hear your voice, and linger with the sound.

I’ve gotta stop with all these words, they’re flowing’ out my brain.
I’m typing fast as I can think – it’s coming down like rain.

Holy Moly, stop me now! – I’m sure you’ve gotta go –
there’s other things we’ve both to do, but now you’re in the know.

I tried to stop – it’s hard to do – your mind needs time to mend.
“Come-on!”, I say, “Put on the brakes!” – this poem has got to end.

It wasn’t then, although I tried to hit the key and send it.
I’m sitting here and ready now – it’s really time to end it.

First roll a joint and pass it ’round like hippies did before.
We still can learn a lot from them – “Make love and don’t make war.”

After all these lines of rhyme, and all the things I see –
The most important of them all? My future’s up to me.

For what is life and who are we in the great big cosmic scheme?
” … merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily … life is but a dream.”

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