gotta b lit

Gotta be lit, gotta be stoned,
Gotta haze it to the bone,
Movement wise, toke inside,
Never gonna die; just get boned

To Inertia from the smoke,
Take another toke, choke?
Or just swallow whole?
Take another bowl to the Soul

Yet the soul is not the Dome,
Just another Tree Grown
Down below, high above,
We just swinging with de glove

Rastafari
Who is I?
I is RastafarI
What now, lit up the High

Green planet dome home
Choke to another seed sown
Not a perc, just percolating
To another place, demonstrating

The flow Wild, not a Child
Or a Son, just wandering among
The grass that moves the song
For hear me now, I’m Retired

Down the hatch, it is gonna go
Then we take a blast, to the flow
Then the light, takes the drow
into tomorrow

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About up2quark

I rest with silence and awareness; believing in hope for a brighter future, I feel compelled to write any words that excite me in the spontaneous moments in life! So this is my work; hope you enjoy my musings.
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