26. You die, that’s it. You stop existing.

The idea of life after death

is like 

an addict

who keeps smoking

until the roach of the joint

is on fire.

He can see the flames dying

and the ashes falling down

but he clings on in hope

it might keep burning

just to get that last high of it.

Life is like a joint

our bodies the roach

some are rolled good

some bad

each with their highs

and lows.

But the joint ends

at the end of the roach

and our legacies remembered

for as long as our highs last

fading with time.

You can either be an addict

and keep clinging on the only joint you have
or
enjoy the trip

or

maybe

write a poem or something

you know.

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25. Freedom

I’m sitting on my terrace
Smoking one more joint
As the sun goes down,
There are things I want to say
And things that I don’t
But I got no friends in this town.

The rent was due yesterday
And there are bills I need to pay
But I got no dime
There are plenty of promises
I’ve made along my way
But there ain’t no time

And I just want to be free
Yes free
From the rules of society
Set me free
Yes free
So I can meet the real me.

Now our star is gone
The distant stars turn on
Cold wind is blowing
Trying to blow my song
Well I guess I have to scream now
And I just want to be free
Yes free
From the rules of society
Set me free
Yes free
Free from the lies of the past
Free from the haunting memories
Set me free

Yes free from everything