LSD Addiction

Madness boils in my veins,

howling at the moon.

Thousand sounds in my brain,

still can't name the tune.

Living in the realm of night,

it beacons me to come.

Look with eyes of second sight,

make yourself go numb.

If you don't, then know fear.

No peace, no freedom,

find that you are shedding tears.

Nothing will stop them,

try to laugh, just try,

comes out a cackle.

This world makes me cry,

too tough to tackle.

So i go to another realm,

eat a bit of paper,

though it's just another hell,

some how it's safer.

So turn me on Mr. Rainbow,

make my muse dance,

so i may look through other eyes,

dream of romance.

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Nite

Nite, my brother, i welcome

thee into me.

The flames i light are for thee.

Draw their warmth and lite

into thyself.

Consume them, drink them,

make of them a magick.

Nite, my brother, i beckon

thee into me.

Hide me, calm me, soothe me,

as you soothe us all.

Blanket us with your

solitude and joy.

Nay, we do not fear thee

any longer.

For though some claimest

thou conquered.

We know thee, feel thine

strength course through us,

and are strong.

In the course of time lo,

these centuries,

we have feared, yea even

despised thee.

Ignorance can oft breed spite,

even in the noblest of souls.

I, we, have come to know better.

To the nite then,

now my brother.

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Ganja Man

Since i am a Ganja Man,

establishment at war with me.

So i always fight them,

in ways they cannot see.

But since i am a dead head,

i must try to be kind.

Babylonians don't know love,

We're so sorry they're blind.

My brothers and my sisters,

we walk in the light.

Sometimes it's really harsh,

to know wrong from right.

So a word for the faithful,

we shall inherit the earth.

Light the chalice for meekness,

know your destiny from birth.

Peace and love are ideals,

for which we strive and work,

though it seems impossible,

and yet we do not shirk.

We shall overcome and

smoke out in the open,

so Rastafari bless us all,

we always will be tokin'.

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