Tangent - "Food for thought"


Tangent – "Food for thought"
By: Matthew Wayne



Be still the hallucination,
a bad trip of your own creation
quiet now the obsession
when you see the profit standing before you
the promises of riches and gold beyond what you knew
A dream all too good to be true
yet you drool, and take it with open arms
falling prey to their villainous charms


“Whispers fill your head,
'I am your lover, take me to your bed'
seducing your every weakness
sealed behind that fatal kiss
'I will grant you anything'
oh how the whispers sing
yet the trickery of the tease
gives them exactly what they please”



Open up your mind, open your third eye
open up your heart, there is no need to cry
enjoy this life for you know it is here
push past your every darkest fear
live for the moment, not the hour
live for the day, theres no time to cower

On clouds up high, above the chaos below
Ants on a mission, to live their existence slow
blinded to the marvels above them, I can no longer just sit and pretend
With a universe built on math, and a society that wants to arrest me for my stash.



              Hypocrisy runs deeper than blood, where a war of ideals has spilled the blood of far more innocent.
Stupidity has crippled our growth, not only industrial but mentally and spiritually. So much unneeded stress and drama form and manifest when there is an easy solution to the cause, staring them in the face, yet would step on the toes of a few highly invested members. The legalization of a plant, As well as any other drug. Allow for the home growth of maturity. Taxes paid, harvest and distribution of such a beneficial herb and again taxes paid. Then industrial fibers will once again take root and give rise to the ever demanding energy crisis. Returning once again to America's heritage, finding agriculture as such demand where large quantities become fruitful within the home growth of our great nation. Feeding ourselves and our children such nutritional properties from the seeds of a plant so versatile. With science at our backs such extravagant meals could be prepared. Millions of people could find work in the plentiful gardens in which a single plant could create.


          No longer arresting simple users, who prefer their relaxation not found in liquid or glass, but the gentle harmony of that which is nature. Our courts and peace officers could then focus on what they really needs addressing, give them the guns to protect themselves and their countrymen, for a murderer without a care needs to be brought to justice and not a simple old man who tries to protect his house and farm. This is what our forefathers fought and died for, so if the war on drugs were to end in a glorious day to be had, a day violence would drop and the black market weakened, There would arise other problems of course but that is the way of the world. The privately owned jails would be vacant for the real criminals who pose harm to others and not themselves.

                   For in this dream, money would be lost the issuing of citations and the court costs of law biding citizens but what they will lose there will be gain, the revenue from taxes and sales, open to any and all who is of age. As versatile as this plant yields, thousands if not millions of jobs created virtually over night, and to treat the drug 'THC' like it were alcohol, I.D. To buy and a license to sell, a permit to grow where a small step towards personal liberties are once again gained. My voice has been spoken, it has been written and now it has been defined, and for those poor souls looking behind the cast iron bars for doing nothing but partaking in nature, pardons should be issued and compensations amended for a prohibition of ignorance and mistrust. Let us once again become great within the eyes of our children, let us lead by example that in a free society Humans and adults have the right to dictate what we consume or where we go and wander with our own minds. So many have suffered far worse at the hands of prohibition than at the vice in which they prohibit. Families torn apart by a government sworn to protect them, Where a plant has kept them going when in a world all seems lost and yet can still smile and laugh with their child, maybe just maybe giving that next line of kin the same out look of hope on life. 
            Most of all give unto me what my father, and his father before him and so on down the line, the same right to peruse my freedom of happiness where as I am doing no harm to others yet at the same time curing my body of societies ills, Scientifically proven beneficial to countless ailments.
I have this life to live, let me find my peace. Plant my garden and live my life for the moment. Let me help the sick and injured, feed and clothe the sick and frail. The fibers from this sacred plant could house the homeless of every nation. While I find my garden of eden. A beautiful vast valley rich with trees and open fields a cliff or two and possibly a passing stream with a lake side view.

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a.griffiths57's picture

Food For Thought:



Your write and argue your case for the legalization of illicit drugs very well. I liked your prose.




Afzal Shauq's picture

like your work and the language you use in soft way... I am also member of postpoems..hope you go through and like it