I have happiness in my heart and a thorn in my soul

Why are ignorant people usually the loudest?

Why are there always people running around telling other people how they should be living their lives? It’s so easy to be negative, to find the bad in everything, finding the positive is often harder so I guess this is why they avoid it.

I just came across a person harping on about prohibition and how marijuana is the worst thing ever blah blah blah, they tried to partake in some big argument with me but I’m not fussed to be honest. The kind of person who believes in 2014 that prohibition is a good idea is the kind of person you don’t want to waste your time on, how can you oppose sheer ignorance? Why bother trying to change a mind that is void of coherent thought and forward thinking.

I’m not saying throw caution to the wind and let’s all do heroin. Have sex with random strangers at train stations and drive while drunk, but for goodness sakes, live your life and let others live theirs. I’m sick of hearing that it’s wrong to be gay, to be stoned, to be anything other than a valuable sober member of society. Sure, pot can be used by people excessively and I believe when it’s used to negate dealing with issues it’s not the best, but I also believe it can be used sporadically and or socially and has all but no ill effects. But there are people out there saying that it will destroy your life, uhmm – it can’t and doesn’t. You can have a mental health issue that can ‘destroy’ your life and that may go hand in hand with the use of drugs but the drugs are just a symptom of what’s going on, not usually the root cause. Yes, there are drugs out there that can stop a person living life as a normal functional being, but pot is not one of them unless the person has other things going on. And denying that it has ANY medicinal value is blatantly ignorant.

Basically, I think people should be kind, free to express themselves and figure out what works for them. I don’t like it when people run around trying to assert their views onto everyone else and limit others right to experiment and explore. If we spent a little more time listening to each other and less time preaching and trying to control others then life would be a little nicer for us all.


Her crippled heart

She prepares her tools, her nerves are shot

The drug will shortly hit the spot

She feels the sting and hits the vein

Seconds later, she feels no pain

Hey eyelids heavy, breathing shallow

She’s heavenly, but also mellow

Finally she’s at peace, up above the clouds

Even high above it all she knows she’ll soon be down

But for now she’s cheated pain

Happiness is here again

See the curse to not earning your joy

Is that the drug’s just a brief decoy

And once it’s sweet release passes

You’re much lower than when you started

A catalogue of pills she’ll use

Her child’s ADD meds she’ll abuse

Anything to make her feel

Something other than what is real

Inside she is empty, life left her so low

And healing’s a place she dare not go

So on and on she’ll try

To score her next great high

Days run into months, she can’t tell them apart

I wish she could see a need, to mend that crippled heart