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Premium Member The Stoned Pen - Humor

I feel privileged.

I have been chosen by the Government 
as part of a group testing something called 
Edible Clinical Marijuana.

Honestly I half expected it to look like a Burrito 
because the name sounds sort of Mexican. 

It actually looks more like a brownie. 
I’m am about to take a bite so hold on.

Yum,

tasty!

So here is the point 
I am suppose to consume
one half of a brownie
then fill out this sheet 
giving them my feedback. 

Hold on 
I am going to have a few more bites. 

Okay, 
no wait,
milk would go great
with these babies.

I’ll be back.

(after a long while)

OK, sew sorry I was gonna while

I was staring inside my fridge\

for a while'

tying to remember 
I think I wanted a glass of ink%

aktiually I’m dinking from the bodle@ 

I am eating my forth brownie 
as I was instructured to do; 

Did they say four or? ate 
cause these. are tasty

And/

aaaahhhhhhh,,

tasty^ 

tayysstee^ 

hahahahahahahahaha""

a program on my compuwhatyoucallit
keeps underlyning my words 
with read squiggles=

hahahahahahahahaha

but it diidn’t underline squiggle#

hahahahahahahahaha

wel dats stoopid 
squiggle isa perfect lee 
good underlying word* 

stoopid Bill Gated^

hahahahahahaha?haha

sorry I ment Will Gated~

so watt was I saying ]

oh yeah+ 

fill the sheet)

hahahahahahahahaha

I don wanna sheet,

 tha is gaross[

heeres a pen

quesshun= Sex 

easy!

ansir; yes- please)

hahahahahahahahaha 

?why m i bein so polite

hahahahahahahahaha 

queshun! 

oh wow Blues Brothers on my TV

what was I spose? to do 

oh yeah watch tv 

why am i so angry hahahahahah++

hahahahahahahahaha

i mean hungary 

haahahahahah

h u n g r y

dere hungry>

hey look

brownies?

those look good 

hahahahahahahahaha

i con't tipe with mai mouth 
full dats rood/rood

i'll get bak too dis later..

sew as they say

hahahahahahahahaha

two bee contitnude

Premium Member Greeny

I went a searchen for da green eyed monster
Yet da big fella was nowhere in site
They'd said he was really quite fearsum
He'd often appear on a saderday night

I went out wit my little woman
That sweet gal o mine lookin so fine
If ya asked me to give er a ratin
She'd be a ten or at least a nine

Da more dat I got inta ma drinkin
Ma senses dey became super fine
I noticed sum good lookin fella
Eyen dat special woman o mine

The vessels in ma neck started poppin
My eyes began glowin a sickly green
I got up frum ma chair started screamin
Dats right I started makin a scene

Ma little woman she was sum embarrassed 
That yung fella smashed me in da face
Tank goodness she came to ma rescue
It's a good ting she had a can a mace

It seems I'd been mad about nutin
Dat young fella had been on a date
Ma wife told me dat I'd bin right silly
She was quite sure dat his date's name was Nate

Tankfully dos green eyes dey turned back ta blue
Da colour now is gone wit out a trace
except for da red and da black an blue
dat now is coverin dis here old face


For Verlena Walker's Green Eyed Monster contest

The Nightmare (Suicidal Thoughts)

Sometimes I feel like i wanna die
I'm gettin tired of living and dats no lie
So go get a casket, some flowers, and a shovel
So I can go to hell and come face to face with the devil
I'm going to tell him he's a coward to his face
Then tell him move aside so I can take his place
And if he tries to swing, I'll break his window
Then send 64 at him like I'm playing Nintendo
Or better yet send me up to the skies
So I can see the Lord with my own eyes
See if angels really fly with wings
And if they do I'll get a pair of those things
Maybe I can see my firends John and Tashawn
Reminisce about playing football on the school lawn
And I'll go talk to my aunt Te-Te
To ask her where she put that Christmas CD
I'm no longer alive in body, I'm just a spirit
I'm calling peoples names but I doubt that they can hear it
I'm merely a body of air wandering the earth
I'll never have sex again, and I can't pretend that it don't hurt
They say money can't come with you when you die
I tried to bring it anyway but it wasn't worth the try
There isn't anything up there you can buy
There are no cars, no problem, I can just...glide
Or just fly so opposite of low
There is no better feeling than that you know
I notice that I never ever ever get sleepy
I can't get hurt, so you can't stab or shoot me
Blessed with the ability to walk through bodies
Went through a fat man and I saw beer and salami
Went through a girl who was pregnant with a baby
She had crack and coke in her system, shame on that lady
Then I see a boy who looks like my reflection
The only way to describe his look is perfection
Just before I can say "wait"
That is when I awake.......


Don' Wanna Bee ‘roun Ewe Noh Moh

Don’ wanna bee roun ewe noh moh.
Don’ wanna see da trajuhdee dats heded,
At yah doh.
Ewe wuz vary ahful tah mi,
God’s chile. Eye didden doyah nuttin.
’
Yah ‘sposed,  tah bee ah liter rite?
Butt ya playin’ roun  wit da won,
Whooz comin’ bak leyek ah,
Theef en dah nite.

Win yah ain’t treet mi rite,
Yah naglect’d dah powah uv God.
Cuz onlee wit Him ah wuz,
Ovalookin’ wat ewe wuz doin’,
Ta mi fah da harvest ,
Of God’s chirren bein’ edumacated,
Mi yah outrite hated.

Butt dats awrite God-n-eye,
Gon’ win dis feyght.
Ah wheel hav’ victuree cuz ah,
Choze ta spread luv butt ewe,
Choze ta spread mizuhree.

Don’ wanna bee roun ewe noh moh.
Don’ wanna see da trajuhdee dats heded,
At yah doh.
Ewe ramyned mi uv ol’Pharoah,
Hoo woodn’t lett God’s pipahs goh.
Ah didden wanna fase yah awl dose
Otha daze.

Butt God help’d mi leyek God help’d,
Moses speek up tah ol’Pharoah.
God tole Moses tah lett mah pipahs goh.
God telling mi ta tale yah phake  Pharoah
Tah lett mi chirren’s goh.

Ah noh ah hatta bee roun ewe sum moh.
Butt itell bee worfwile, 
Cuz God wantz freedom,
Fah ebbery chile.
Yah hut mi fah alil wile,
Butt we’ll bee at da prahmased lan’,
An out uv yah Egypt.
Cuz fah awl uv uz ta prospa,
Iz God’s plan.

Ansoon we won’ be roun ewe no moh.
Wheel nat laugh leyek yah didaht mi.
Win trajudee nocks aht yah doh.
Wheel helpyah cuz God, 
Wantz uz awl tah bee free.
Frum dah phake phone’ powah,
Uv da enumee.


wrote 6-27-10

Feeling Abated

I admit these times around i feel highly abated.

I walk around school tired because i lose sleep and i hate it.

I roll onto my back every night losing hours n hours of sleep.

I promise my body i'll rest it, but dats a promise i dnt keep.

I try so hard all the time to stay calm,but I fell dangerously irritated.

I'm irritated get out of my face plz my space is getting invaded!

My will power is starting to fail, succumb,deplete, diminish.

I'm on a breath-taking journey to live my life, but i can't help feeling that I won't finish.

Being a man means admitting that you need help and u need it fast.

I'm feeling abated can't u see it's not long that I can even last.

Watching my friend die I felt so enraged I wish me and Him{Almighty} could fight.

I confided my father w/ this, he thought me wrong, I thought me right.

Do sins catch up 2 u to da point you applaud yourself every morning you awake?

Or am I coming to grips w/ my alter-ego that religion is fake?

Let's not get carried away before u say or do something you'll regret.

You think you feel abated, u only 17, u aint seen nothin yet.

It's all good, because I survive by keeping a higher hunger.

Like Kanye said: "What doesn't kill me can only make me stronger."

Street Language

Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Street Language 
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: March/2014


Yo 
What-up?
Mah

Um
Ain't Hip

Real Talk

Got Dat Papah
Shorty

Rich *****!
Benjamin's 

Bro
You tripp'n

Fo Real

Jus Fun'n
Wit Choo
Mommy

Floss'n
Fo Show
Check It

Dats Dope

Ice
(Bling)
Yeah

Straight Up
Sweet

Hit Me Up
My Digits
Cool

Hollah Back
Don't Trip
Shout Out!

Word!

Homie
Keep It Real
100

My Boo
Say What
Gon Bounce

Real Talk
Deuce's
© Ken Jordan  Create an image from this poem.


Drew Threw

Drew Brees threw with ease
For Who-Dats to please
But never encroach
Upon the head coach
In spite of their pleas

Love-Win

That kinda morning
Just outta bed and yawning
Had a cold night that got me snoring 
It really seemed interesting
Got down on my kneels and 
yea dats me praying

Walking out to the field for my morning jogging
Caught this dishy dude, somewhere behind me staring
Came up to me, 
And like hey girl how’re you doing
Ignored him like I don’t care 
And was just minding my doing

Hours later I caught myself up drooling
Not knowing what was happening, 
I heard my heart pounding
What have you done to me doodie,
cos of ya I’m going crazy

Come save me boy, 
cos of u I’m curled up shaking
So caught up in ur love, 
hey see me here drowning

I’m going head over heels
And do u know what that feels
Dude lets make a real deal
I’ll sure seal up all ur ideals 
I’ll show you v got the right skills
Then u’ll know I ain’t need no drills

Cos I got much love
Inherited from above
Ama show you here I’m the boss 
Hell no u can’t kill my runs
and if u try, u r gonna run at loss

   {can go on n on, but hey i hope u feel my rap::: just playing around with words}

Keep Trying

Im Building my own teepee made from straw Logz 
I try n keep up with my cats but how can I when I cant even trust my own dogz 
I know I have a hard tyme trying to get a simple regular low paying job 
but I shall overcome, I shall rise against all my past tattz and all my ****ing oddz
 I used to be down with the evil d, now Im down with the holy G yeah dats God 
I used to give you nothing Lord now its tyme I start to giving you nodz 
I used to be all about talk, but now cuz of you Lord Im all about walk 
I spit words while I walk through gates locked either bottom or top I still rize till I drop
 I dont stop I shoot guns at fake cops tryna steal my patnaz freedom socks 
but this my life now homie I cant end up lying in chalk 
I walk my talk while I talk my walk through unknown clocks ticking away like my times tock...
 
I running past bumps while Im jumping over dead pits 
I struggle like many, a life of addiction I know its hard to quit 
I just had my first kid....it still hard tryna rize above the past shyt i did....
 I done placed my rez life betz...I done already placed my lifetyme bid 
I cant lie I still smoke n drink but the alcohol from my life rite now like many I struggle to rid
 I try n cover up shyt but how can I cover up tattoos Lord they come without a lid
 everymorn it feels as if I awake to a life full of crap leaving me lil tyme to give a shyt
 but thats life Lord I know now thats how we deal n what we MAKE OF IT

Her Fan-Ta-Sy

Yo check it…
Dis classy lady she been cruizin’ da lanes
Just chillin on da road tryin ta ease her pains
Yeah mmm… mmm… mmm
Yeah
Tryin ta ease her pains
When befoe da eyes such a sight came to be
Da most beauteous car in his-to-ry
Yeah dats it
In history
It sent her mind outta control  creatin’ thoughts
Her fan-ta-sy
Mm… hmmm her fantasy
Check it
Dis is what she saw-
Midnight blue wit purple bling
sparkles so fine it make her sing
ah ah ah… nah… uh uh uh
She want it bad
Yeah
She want it bad
Her fan-ta-sy to be complete
Need a man to make her scream
Yeah mmm… mmm… mmm
Make her scream
He tall, and dark and oh so wild
Recitin’ da poems like in her dream
An in her hand going down da road
She hold her love
Dat sweet ice cream
Yeah mmm… mmm… mmm
Dat sweet ice cream

Premium Member Steam Cleaned

I wrote in honor of my friend and 
lovely lady Mystic Rose
"Thanks for the inspiration"

STEAMED CLEANED   by JTCurtis


Mike, Finn and McGee
Thought a day in the sauna would be
like heavenly bliss
To hear that steam hiss
And detoxing oneself, it's the key

Soon,  there sat all three boys
Then up popped a sudden wee noise
Mike said "Dat'd me phone"
"Yea, bot I  know dat ringtone"
Finn said while knocked off his poise

Then came a very loud sound
with such force, it knocked McGee down
Finn said "You old sods, 
Dats just me I Pod"
Said Mike " Yea, I've heard dem around"

Then suddenly there came a loud boom
"It's your tablet McGee we assume"
"You boys now relax
It's just me old fax"
And that's when the boys cleared the room

I Rep Who I Am,

I rep who I am cus I am everything 
thats in me 
U wouldnt understand dats y u cant 
understand me in sayin dat come 
correct when u talkin to me or 
expect aucun reponse quand tu 
parle a moi G .. I'm born in Quebec 
none the less  Jamaicas in me pops 
was a G but shoutout mi papi put a 
lil gangsta in me help me become 
me.. Raised in chattown wasnt for 
me born in the city 19 returned 
quickly & now there's no turning 
back .. 21 moms praying, money's 
makin know all my sins will be 
forgiven plus all my classes I'm 
attending 
Lifes good I feel great & I've learned 
from my mistakes he's my only 
regret.. I want u bck though u 
couldn't stay u say won't come bck 
cus why we separate I think it'd all 
be for the better & I'm stickin to the 
plan with or without you regardless 
if I adore u wish nun but the best 
for u I can only do me hopin u come 
find me u complete me It's too deep 
I'd loose sleep tryna figure out ways 
to explain the love & the pain for 
now I hold on in vain as u jus slip 
away like Mariah say & pray my 
butterfly returns someday 
Since I was 15 thought about the 
day u'd wanna marry me way bfor 
your dream knew it was meant to be 
it's clear to me gotta put pride aside 
I still wouldn't give a fk
what anyone says to me despite the 
celibacy I want u inside of me

Baby-Talk Learning To Climb

da big puppee wun away twees                                                                                        ma ma get foe mee peese                                                                                               we no do that baby go bye bye                                                                                  hims bad bo-bo dats gweezwy                                                                                   dada whaauh maa maa say no doggie wiee                                                              where him go dolly dat wayee                                                                                   waite hunnie hunnie nooowaa                                                                                       mawmie wiee daddie in twee
© John Beam  Create an image from this poem.

Bright Lights, Big City

I wawnt ta tel yu sthomthin bowt mee
I has a lithsp an sthomtime I git teesthed
  
 kant sthpel vary goood, thisth ith my phlaw
 Sthcool isth fer dumys sesth mye paw
  
 I dosth da lawndrey an da chors
 Paw sthays dats justh wat ime phor
  
 Butt I ghot biger planths dan dat
 I no paw isth a lyin rat
  
I sthaved mee dayng neer tin buksths
Awff ta vegasths, wisth mee luk!
© Judy Bonin  Create an image from this poem.

Chi-Town's Cry {pt. 1}

Ppl aroun my age disgust me
All dey kno is $, guns, appearance & Frontin
Fightin, wolfn & cussn
Outside w/no house trainin like dey mama aint tawt em nun
Dey jus show dey butts 2 c who lookin
& neva think bout da outcome, dats y so many lives r tooken
Ppl aroundmy age luv frontn
talkn bout dey getn $ & dey got haters wen dey aint got nun
not even that lil piece of hope (a diploma) 2 allow dey self 2 b sumn
but naw dey wana hang wit dey "buddies"
wen 1/2 gon be buried 3ft deep on top of sumbody
and tha otha 1/2 gon b sumbody's punk (evrybody dont get lucky)
Ppl aroun my age always wonder y
Y dey cant have dis n dat like da next guy
Failin 2 realize u gotta try
Nothin is givn less ya work 4 it while ya knees 2 da dirt
fingertips 2 ya chin n ya eyes 2 da sky
Ima give tha world my heart b4 i die
I want a change so it starts w/me
I cant do it alone so Ima need u 2 b like twitter n follow me
I want u 2 kno wat goin on nside
I want da world 2 hear Chi-town's Cry

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