Long Stoned Poems
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Rays Of Light
Information contextual
never absolute
Naked in isolation
relative and moot
Inspiration celestial
gifted from the throne
Sending rays to light the dark
— truth to stand alone
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Science
One step
forward
two steps back
Look around
you
see the facts
Sky scraped
cities
health care gods
Obese
on drugs
gender fog
Ghetto
masters
children stoned
War
a plaything
religion owned
Information
but a mask
to hide us from the truth
DNA
and quantum theory
— kills the Golden Goose
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Dreamsleep
No words into boxes
all Muses set free
Not quatrain or sonnet
or limerick for me
The feeling’s unleashing
the verse as decreed
Whose words birth inside me
— unspoken in dreams
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Feelings
They come to
me vacant
No plans
to deceive
In silence
they wait
My words
— to conceive
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
I prefer to gaze at my Eden
through this veil of screens.
There, the miracle of sun and bloom
explodes with delight over my stoned edges.
But...ponder me first before venturing
once more unto that breach, for there,
in the bowels of hosta and fern
lurk the humping beetle larvae,
phantom chompers, and
coal ink gorging rot,
all in roiling orgy,
within my manicured lines.
And, were I not a steward of the natural order,
I would Rambo myself into the fray
with bandoleers of bug cannons
and porcupine piss grenades.
Poised like a Spartan at the hot gates.
my doomed, flowing locks fluttering
in the blaze until the carnivorous
Paraná fleas hollow me out from within
and I fall like straw man turned delicately to bed.
cloistered again behind screen and wicker,
very non-Spartan like, relentlessly
resigned to trowel and tribulation
A country girl
the rarest Pearl
extremes
would beat her drum
The Lone Star state
the Golden Gate
her voice cried out
when sung
Her ball and chain
came down on me
my soul
and spirit stoned
To hear that voice
one last rejoice
forever
— then alone
(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)
Holding Fast
Someone who died
is not always dead
Their memory alive
when trapped in your head
The parts that still matter
those parts that hold fast
Inside you forever
— the first to the last
(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)
Only Reflected
Only perfection
endorses perfection
Only itself
intrinsic is known
Only its towering
mount of dominion
Only reflected
— its image is shown
(The New Room: August, 2026)
Poet's Note:
_Written in the Stars_ is inspired by the Arabic tale of Majnun, whose real name was Qais. Driven mad by love for Laila, he was cast out and stoned, yet never stopped searching. This poem connects that ancient grief to the modern song _In the Stars_ — exploring how true love, when denied on earth, finds its home in the sky, in memory, and in eternity.
Written in the Stars
They called me Majnun. "The Mad One."
For love had burned my name away.
Qais was gone. All that remained
Was a man who prayed her name each day.
I first saw Laila —
Sun hiding shy behind the clouds,
A face of diamond, bright and clear,
A smile that scattered stars through crowds.
The desert wind would dance and spin
With golden dust across the plain.
I walked it barefoot, body torn,
Stone-thrown and branded by their shame.
They said "Forget her. She is not yours."
So I learned to speak to skies instead.
For drought could not unmake my bones,
But her absence threatened to leave me dead.
I searched for Laila in the dust
Of broken vows and empty tents.
In eyes of strangers wearing her name,
In every sigh the evening sent.
One glance. That’s all it took, my love —
And my soul left my body with joy.
The world called madness. I called truth.
A fire no tribe could destroy.
We were forbidden here on earth,
So Heaven wrote us up above.
Look up tonight.
Two distant stars
That never touch, but share one love.
That is us.
That is "In the Stars."
A love that death could not erase —
Only lift to a wider space.
I would to like tell you about the TeeTotaler family
They work and deal in tea
A relaxed and helpful group of people
A warm, mellow, comforting, uplifting family
Chai is the father
Known in town as ‘The King Of Tea’
A kind , giving, quiet man
Though can be a bit spicy
Rosehip is Mumma Tea… Chai’s wife
They call her Rosie
Chai’s beloved childhood sweetheart
Rosie has a fruity nature but can be a somewhat tangy
Chai and Rosie have four children
Twin girls ….. Jasmine and Chamomile
Known as Chammy and Jaz
Lovely, warm ,caring girls…. always seen with a smile
Chammy has a very calm nature
Jazzy is smart with excellent mental clarity
Both are easy going girls
Always laughing and happy
There are three boys in the TeeTotaler family
Ginger known to all as Blue,
Peppermint known as Pepper
And Hemp the oldest …who to his name he is true
Blue is a warm natured boy
Though at times a little cheeky
A kind and gentle little helper
But like his dad can be a wee bit spicy
Peppermint who is known to all as Pepper
Is a focused and clear minded boy
He brings brightness and freshness to all
Popular, confident though sometimes a little coy
Lastly, there is Hemp… the TeeTotalers adult son
Hemp no longer lives at home
A hard worker and strong individual
Who is continually and happily stoned!
Ok here we go you want more
get out on that floor
and move your feet to the beat
now dont be slow ok lets start the show
Life has a special tone
its trapped in cell phone
People liking this and postin that
photo shopping there pics
so they dont look fat
Changing the color of there hair and the color of there skin
trying to make themselves look thin
there out on a limb
Hypnotized by the lies
of someone they idealize
dont act surprised
She could be a he that stands up when they pee
thats messed up cant you see
Getting bullied online
by all of mankind
they can turn it off anytime
They dont have to look
we know there hooked
just delete your freakin Facebook
Watching people screw
come on get a clue
you know this is true
Causing drama in other peoples lives
hitting on other peoples wives
thats not very wise in normal peoples eyes
Don't you wish you had a clone
So you don't feel alone
And you both could get stoned
Instead of always looking at your phone
Unwrapping both a blessing and a curse, extracts
Love’s essence painting souls and framing them abstracts.
Too brazen into Jung’s collective we were when,
Our fists were punching holes up through the floors of Heaven.
We knew the fools from those among the wise who cherish,
But that denying harlot Fate, had to be selfish.
Now under burden of this heavy and cruel loss,
Pain’s pressing pitch to blacken the abandoned cross.
Among the broken pieces that will fall this way.
The mausoleums that will be cap stoned today.
In paper coffins lay the letters of their last,
To reconcile this day, or others from the past.
Possessions that become departing gifts to friends.
A rotting, cold corpse they will be, when passed again.
Those stalking zombies out of reach and courting hate
Caressing defense of an unforgiving state.
Must they forget the lover’s pages bled in ink.
Escape in substance high, and falling drunk in drink.
As desperation quickly fills their beds with drones.
The futile chains attempts, when weakness is alone.
To look again to see the gift from ending’s split.
A testimony of a truth embracing it.
For what this life has taken, in return, it gave.
Event Horizons welcome us beyond the grave.
Some morsels kept out of the ruins of our dreams.
A loving Christ’s hands will to heal and stitching seams.
His wisdom and his patience walking me still slower.
His ways are guiding me, in these, the years to over.
Rainbow nation
It rained and rained, fine rain but persistent
mountains dissolved, and rocks turned into sand
When the rain stopped, a smooth landscape
of peace and camel dung
Before the deluge, people who had sinned were
stoned to death since this was no longer
possible the sinner had to eat a kilo of carrots
until they turned orange and
were not invited to dinner
or supervised at the supermarket
The authorities thought this was a good idea and
made a color program,
to better classify
left-wingers
and radicals, making them eat cabbage till they
turned green and could not hide their socialist
tendency and forbidden to enter posh restaurants
The government liked this so much that they decided to
classify all classes, beetroots for the royals
deep yellow for the middle class and potato peel
for the working class and pink for artists
Alas, people fall in love across the color barrier
their children looked like rainbows and were impossible to classify
Therefore, the government declared everyone s
equals, but instead build bigger prisons
How precious life is…
When the old rocker rocks in his wheelchair…
ACDC heavy precious metal ‘like a wheel spinning’
‘Highway to hell…on my way to the promised land’
‘Where have all the flowers gone’ merges mellow into
Guns and Roses, let us hope the latter on the ladder
of Zeppelins and friendly tunes of ‘Stairway to Heaven’
Thomas has no doubt because Saturday is visit time…
No Black Sabbath and not Bad Company today
not stoned any longer where Black had been Black
but Deep Purple floating the beat in fading memories
a Sweet Child in Time ‘line between good and bad’
Uriah Heep’s Sunrise and ‘new day is breaking through’
The ageing blues takes its due…
For ‘Whom the Bell Tolls’ on lemmings’ way Ding Dong
ABC frosted roads searching for Camus’ stranger come
use your remembrance because it won’t last forever when
the sea parts and Odysseus stays in the grave underworld
where Dante’s Inferno meets Mephisto but Satan can wait
A traveller close to the gate of redemption…
he counts his blessings slowly on an ancient dusty abacus
123 he takes lock stock and barrel laughs at the numbers
In his prime he had refused to accept he could not divide
takes out the ruler to conquer his world computes divisions
adds them all up tallies on the wilting spread sheet of time
Inheritance subjected to paper he determines…
not gold no diamonds just a coin here and there
weaves nostalgia to ribbons from a few shoe strings
attached and detached bound closely together as he
holds photographs to his priceless brain caresses
them dearly touches his soul and soothes his mind
When the stroke assaults and takes him home…
he crosses the flow of the Styx and finally recalls how
precious life has been and dies a happy man on his way…
Snakes are crawling behind my eyes,
My tongue is forked in twine lines.
A bleeding alien rues across my skin,
I feel possessed, it's deep within.
My fingers crack as bones revolt,
Crawling through ashes in leaden vault.
The raging heart within me, is not my own.
It's a fake, an intruder, made of stone.
I woke one day with a freezing chest,
Cold ashes lay where breath once slept.
I let something in, late last night.
When stoned by cactus, with claw-like bite.
Yeah, I let it in ....
Yeah, I let it in ....
Now I'm done with it,
I'm really done, done-dust wasted!
I gotta shake this blighter out.
Get it out, get it out!
What I meant to say is scrubbed.
Written over to mean, over-dubbed.
You know that I'd never say that.
It's not me, that's a'wearing the hat!
Eyes still mine, are not true blue.
Can't you see, they're some alien hue.
Can't you see the worms crawling round.
Making them roll and rock, look down.
I'm an empty shell, feeling the break-in!
The thing is squirming under my skin.
Come on! Stab me - with wooden stake!
Gotta' shake this baby out, for heaven's sake!
Yeah, I let it in ....
Yeah, I let it in ....
Now I'm done with it,
I'm really done, done-dust wasted!
I gotta shake this blighter out.
Get it out, get it out!