This gypsy wears her bells, but never shoes, This gypsy plays her drum, but never the blues, This gypsy loves to dance, to techno rhythms and reggae tones, This gypsy listens to the guitar, feeling the vibrations through her bones, This gypsy smokes her ganja, but never dabbles in illicit drugs, this gypsy serves, existence, enlightenment, and joy, this gypsy speaks […]
Read more "This gypsy"Today, I smoked a small joint in the morning, and then a little toke in the afternoon. But not more than an actual joint. And ya know what, I am okay. The world did not end, explode, implode or go to proverbial shit. Its the same, just as shitty as always. I did not get […]
Read more "The day I didn’t smoke weed and the world did not end"I wear it on my sleaves, My skin reflects my adversity, The drum beats show my anger, My distain with what you have done to the land, My chanting echos the crys of my ancestors, No longer will I allow you to cage my nativeness, Silence, no Quiet, no Whisper, no I will drum, I […]
Read more "Human Nativeness"The anticipation is driving me mad, where is the dawn patrol? Those bright big balloons lighting the sky. Beautiful is an understatement. The sky is painted grey with hints of light creeping in. Orange white. Light morning clouds keep the desert cold, alluding to the coming winter. Still no balloons. None, sigh. The child in […]
Read more "99 Balloons.. that never flew"Strange questions No answers, The planes fly closer, Propaganda runs rampant, Paranoid delusions of a world based on lies, Smoking gives me the clarity, I can see through the blinds, Suppressed truths surface, Their minions can’t get in, Into my mind, no, Babylon keeps trying, Yanking at my heartstrings, Pulling down my soul, Screaming for […]
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Violet Lovelena Witt 