Cannabis & Psychedelics

Cannabis is just a flower. Yet our stars nature it showers. For the meek it does empower! It has many ways to be used. A light so sacred don’t abuse. It knows the truth of what we choose. This sacred herb does love to teach. Into our hearts it tends to reach. Sol’s true, pure souls can hear its speech. When we listen there’s much we learn. For its aroma we do yearn. Toward the true spirit we do turn. Cannabis is not just a plant. Those who think so are just ants. Some love to listen, some do rant. We don't take cannabis lightly! Sol does know his plants thoroughly. Each one has personality.

All things that ever were & will, do live within the suns sight still. For this power much blood did spill. Sol is the heart of Cannabis. Our star’s natural state is pure bliss. To make a point he does not miss! Sol’s humble, yet he’s also great! To cannabis he does relate. He’s the sun & loves to create! Like cannabis we start as a seed. Like human beings we need to breed. If uncontrolled pollen is freed! Each plant is a person & more. From one seed a linage can pour. These little sprouts Sol does adore. To see us grow is Sol’s pure joy! When we are grown we’re like his toys. For his bright sunlight we’re employed.

Our different strains have different tastes. Some do refine & concentrate. Our sun controls how they mutate. Through our star we’re one family. In Sol's sight we’re a melody. With his strength survive tragedy. Sol controls time & the weather, predicting the patterns of nature he’s wise with his use of water. For sacred herb much we extend. Sol’s herb is best none can contend. Our sun’s great work we do defend! Some seeds will become living gold. We possess grand treasures untold. We are for gifts not to be sold.

Mankind does yearn to free their mind. Life’s illusions can leave us blind. Breakthrough means we leave chains behind. All life’s a type of mental trip. Dying feels like a morphing drip. Your brain & body loses grip. Brains produce their own natural drugs. Sometimes their function's filled with bugs. Every brain on each other tugs. Nature has many remedies. Laughter can heal through comedies. Life monitors its energies. Peyote creates mescaline. Its triggers brain oxytocin. Sol’s main drug is men masculine.

There’s value to psychedelics. Some people see bright angelics! Try some hallucinogenics. It will transform our point of view. Our perspective will be brand new. We’ll likely want to strip & screw! Through others we learn ourselves. More is seen, deeper our mind delves. Around Sol a vortex revolves. When you feel your light is fading. Sol will lure you with soul baiting. We're on cloud-9 & done waiting! You’ll learn your life’s just a fractal, a small cell in a galactal. With love your life’s effectual. You must move towards Sol’s cosmic light. You'll become pure within his sight. Within Sol’s light, life becomes bright! Cannabis helps mellow us out. It frees us of fear & our doubt. Towards Sol’s pure light it shows the route.

We also like trippy mushrooms. They brighten our lives & lift glooms. Our minds ring, & pulse with rich booms! Colors will brighten, drip & mix. When mind's darkened it needs a fix. They also tend to harden dicks! Love always knows what is enough. Some need it soft, some want it rough. Taking some heat, shows that we’re tough. We also like clean acid sheets. With a rush we feel like elites! With flaming visuals life completes. Sense, vibes, learn to trust & receive. With new vision we can perceive. To love’s voice trust & believe!