I may be hooked on kush
my body bruised and worn
wandering the streets of Freetown
but I’m a Sierra Leonean too.
I may not pay my taxes
can’t even clean a gutter
but this land is still my home
I’m a Sierra Leonean too.
I may not make decisions to sell state companies
or pass laws for pregnant girls in school
but I carry this country’s name
I’m a Sierra Leonean too.
So if I don’t snatch your phone
don’t break the locks to your home
reach for me, teach me to see
there’s more to life than kush alone.
Categories:
kush, 12th grade, home, identity,
Form: Free verse
They are shadows of a forgotten world
Drifting through the remnants of life
Eyes clouded by the haze of Kush
Skin and teeth, a canvas of decay and despair.
Shoulders slump beneath tattered rags
Swollen limbs move with a sluggish grace
Their steps, slow and aimless
As if searching for a heartbeat lost in the dark.
No warmth lingers in their voices
Only the echo of an early death
Yet in their endless wandering through Freetown’s streets
They carry the weight of what they once were—
Fragments of humanity, broken and scattered
In a world that no longer remembers their name.
Categories:
kush, 12th grade,
Form: Narrative
Kush is both a lover and a monster
Capturing the hearts of our youth.
Its eyes, as deep as the night and bright as stars
Hold secrets of passion and unspoken truths.
With a touch that sends shivers down the spine
It suffocates the soul into delirium.
Its voice, a haunting melody
Whispers promises and fears alike—a lullaby of sweet agony.
Draped in a velvet cloak of desire
It prowls the landscapes of dreams
Leaving traces of warmth and damage
And claw marks of yearning on Sierra Leonean youth.
This creature, born from the wild storms of the heart
Is a keeper of boundless affection
A distributor of heartache
A beast of love that devours our youth.
Categories:
kush, 12th grade, abuse,
Form: Free verse
"If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe," ... Carl Sagan
Subtle crafts soundly, using euphemisms,
yet cluelessness dealt a sheltered abyss.
When one confront internal mechanisms,
whatchamacallit ... orphaned hit-or-miss.
A conundrum conspires an endowed soul,
behooves postmortem liken achievement.
Where'er wits helix baptism, buried hole,
an urchin crawlspace, be I foundling sent.
Newborn bid birthright a pardoned envoy,
of mature absence deemed as uncharted.
Internals blueprint designed, bad employ,
indeed, tunnels end--will be lights outed.
Rare conscientiousness temper unknown,
infiltrate hallmark translates as dethrone.
Categories:
kush, allusion, analogy, conflict, confusion,
Form: Sonnet
Flower Child
fields of hemp flowers
smokey green horizon clouds~
luscious femme fatale
Categories:
kush, child, childhood, cool, flower,
Form: Haiku
No need for Weed, Kush or Coke to alter my mind
when I have the spirit of God to get me high.
Why smoke a Black N Mild?
When the world is already wild.
I stay free from drugs because I know there's better out there for me.
How can I be what God has called me to be if I'm always getting drunk and wasted?
No need for that in my life, it's so overrated.
I have a big calling on my life,
so I'm not going let nothing stop me.
I'm not judging you if you smoke or drink,
but it's not for me.
I don't want no substance influencing me how to think.
You may say I'm corny for not choosing Hennessey or Mary Jane,
but I'm staying in my own lane.
I can still have fun without the pain.
Categories:
kush, dedication, destiny, drug,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
The gateway of Kush learned while seducing the world over the last a hundred centuries
What’s crazy is I feel like I’m just getting started right now, where and
What I see myself doing
A couple years from now excites me more than any girl ever has
I can’t wait to bring you even more of this life-changing information
To bring you this guide below, I travelled continents, risked arrest
And even had pitchers of brews poured over my favourite regalia by jealous females
Every minute has been worth it, and I burning with intimacy wish the same for you.
Categories:
kush, africa, allegory,
Form: Narrative
Tangible ****
Monetary Mush
Naturally Grown
Monetary Mush
And Now You Say
Money Matters?
Or You Fear
To Whom It Flatters?
Material Meltdown
What Is This Life?
To Be Identified
By Symbolical Strife
You Think We Need
Financial Lust?
All That Matters
Is Coconut Kush
Categories:
kush, culture, dedication, earth, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
There, with RPG, from high on a mountain ridge
He follows the snaking movement of a convoy
Here, in the Hindu Kush, penned the “back and beyond”
By Kipling past, the roads, literally mean life
Carved through steep ravines and over raging rivers
They provide badly needed stores to villages
With no electricity or running water
They are ancient nineteenth century terraced farms
As the dust faded trucks move closer, he prepares
He will do what his tribe has done for centuries
From the great Alexander to the British raj
Defend tribal territory from invaders
The Warlord aims his weapon and fires
© Copyrights G. Jones 2008
Categories:
kush, political,
Form: Free verse