“I am a ramrod of reason.”

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Poems written in an acute, focused style highlighting the literary and social legitimacy of Cannabis Hemp’s natural resource capability.

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Here’s a taste:

“Penetrating”

This is fight and flight poetry,
I’m still on the run;
Where there’s fraternity
There ain’t yet a one.

Can’t fathom the truthfulness,
Can’t play the fairway,
As torture is to torture-
Snake oil fuels the flames.

Knowing numbers are one,
Spark the internal combustion;
Wall’s masonry falls to love,
Like a seduction.

The cavalry charge comes thundering,
The cornerstone ever of truth;
Praying on power’s plant
And down comes the roof.

‘Cause riding in a Hearst reality,
Living dead are so resistant to change;
It’s still 1937
When the future was betrayed.

And they all shuffle along-
These dandies today;
There’s no heart in the politics,
Because for a short time, crime really does pay.

My mind is focused fission,
And justice, Aye, my root’s escape;
As time is just motion,
The future is ingrained.

As if you don’t know this,
This is not a power play;
When you stand on those parallel tracks,
You will get hit by the train.

Who poisoned the water?
Who poisoned the soul?
Who poisoned the poetry?
That witch needs to be rolled!

She needs a strong seed
To create a new home;
Penetrating the bush,
Giving the dog a bone.

‘Cause I am ramrod of reason
And a fuck full of hope;
Pushing it to the limits,
Bringing it back home.•

“My mind is focused fission.”

“Now”

To rolling a boulder,-
The sun’s revolution a spinning game;
And words are just words,
In lessons of rain.

The fire is a mystery,-
Sky stands with forever height;
The polarity of sunshine,
Is being in the light.

One’s wheat is like the weather,
Still leaves feed the hunger of man;
Will the will of nature,
Times seed to the land.

A swirling sun swinging,
Has a symbol gone astray?
To realize the one,
Is reaping the hay.

I believe the dream now,
Is just a stone’s throw away;
The history of greed now,
Has outlived it’s day.

With one seed now-
Turn night into day;
It’s the land of the free now,
But where is the faith?•

“When the winds are wicked, fly Franklin’s hemp kite.”

“Lightning Strike”

We’ve learned to live,
We’ve learned to kill;
Yet naturally laugh,
And need our fill.

Love could be the precision
That focuses our will;
Battles are lost
When they’re fought uphill.

Olympus is high ground
Like fish need gills;
To find the money in oil
You need a drill.

Drill it in,
Snug and tight;
A fit is a fit,
And a fight is a fight.

Darkness shadow crumbles,
The source is the light;
Some things seem like they change,
Almost overnight.

And learning is learning,
As wisdom is might;
Our history might learn now to-
-Lightning Strike-

When the winds are wicked,
Fly Franklin’s hemp kite;
To illuminate the world,
21st century nights.•