Dreams are weird.

I am scared of MYSELF…..wierd huh? well actually not…

Struggles of the Stoner.

Some laws made in Canada that have no reason that I know of.

A crazy poem.

A way to tell someone that they’re not making any sense.

A poem I wrote for my love.

Just a free flowing poem. Might try more, some may be better or worse. Every one has their own ways of interpreting, so let it be as it is to you. Maybe make a comment or two? Let me know what kind of perspective you have!

Can you handle it?

This poem is protected by law. Plagiarism is a fatal federal offense.