http://www.greenpassion.org/ Poetry, stories, and whatever else the muse brings your way. en Sat, 21 Nov 2009 23:05:05 GMT vBulletin 1 http://www.greenpassion.org/images/family/misc/rss.jpg http://www.greenpassion.org/ http://www.greenpassion.org/f28/poem-entitled-no-16970/ Sat, 14 Nov 2009 07:11:53 GMT About thirty years ago, or probably less, the CBC radio had a program on what it means to say no for a woman to a man. The message was clear. I've rewritten this more times than I dare think. My wife has helped. Maybe someone else I've forgotten about has also. I changed it again after finding a version that might be the most recent backup.

Anyway, around the time of that program I took a philosophy course on Immanuel Kant that solidified an understanding I'd been arriving at independently. The radio program gave it flesh and blood.


No, like fog lifting,
Morning giving way,
Bird song breaking silence,
Nothing left to say.

No, once then once again,

so like a wrinkled hand,

shaping a dune from a grain of sand,

No was every now and then.

No, absently pacing,

hiding something to tell,

while sorting out misgivings,

for later, just as well.

No, like the noon sun,

miserly with shade,

Still, meadow life is swaying,

as the pauper's tune is played.

No, like a flower,

so needing rain,

in the evening of summer,

No all the same.

No, like cloudy sunset,

oceans in the sky,

soaring through shipwrecks,

shoring up a lie.

No, all you ever meant,

Cool full moon tonight,

Candles snuffed for later light,

On your way you went.

No, like a new dawn shower,

crackling on the window pane,

waiting for the sunshine,

kept out by the rain.

Slow, one heart is mending,

my other still upset,

Better than three heart beats,
our louder two regret.


peace and pot ]]> Poter Principle http://www.greenpassion.org/f28/poem-entitled-no-16970/ http://www.greenpassion.org/f28/any-lte-writers-here-16969/ Sat, 14 Nov 2009 06:32:21 GMT Hi folks,

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peace and pot ]]> Poter Principle http://www.greenpassion.org/f28/any-lte-writers-here-16969/ http://www.greenpassion.org/f28/k-grade-poem-16940/ Fri, 13 Nov 2009 02:33:10 GMT Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had a wife and couldn't keep her;
He put her in a pumpkin shell,
And there he kept her very well.


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This poem does not give me a very good visual in my mind.
Wonder what the visual is for a 5 year old living the life of a split home?
I've questioned a few elders, they say its traditional.
But the Freudian in me thinks its a significant stimuli for a child. ]]> freetolive http://www.greenpassion.org/f28/k-grade-poem-16940/ http://www.greenpassion.org/f28/bud-nearly-got-away-16381/ Wed, 28 Oct 2009 05:21:20 GMT This is a true story. It happened back in the mid-seventies.

It was a chilly autumn evening. Stan, Bill, Dennis, Donnie and me... Hook, were on our way to Hoopa for harvest. We knew some pot growers through Stan. Stan was half Hoopa Indian and half French Canadian. We lived just north of the California Border somewhere in Southwest Oregon.

Our route took us over the mountains and took several hours off the trip if we stayed on main highways. We took hwy199 south of Cave Junction. We would turn onto Waldo Rd, which turned into Happy Camp Rd. It is a beautiful drive in the mountains and in the seventies part of it was still dirt road. We took this route as well because we had never seen a police car or government official of any kind on this road... not that they didn't ever use it, but we never saw them. We'd see a dozen or so going the long way.

We were going over the mountain to score some killer weed from the Indians. This was going to be quite the field trip. We had a little bit of weed to smoke to make the trip just that much better. It wasn't much but enough for the 4 hour trip. We had some shake that was in the bag and it was plenty to roll two good joints. I was saving the big bud for last.

We were all laughing at stupid stories we would each tell. It was a fun trip. As the sun was going down the sky was beautiful... it was a really cool day. Five stoners in a car in the middle of nowhere with no care in the world.

As the sky darkened into the night our attention turned to the second joint. We pulled over and smoked it. About the time we finished it, there were lights coming up the road. Since our lights were out we just sat there as it passed. It must have been quite a sight as the other vehicle slowed to check us out 5 young men in their early twenties parked along the side of a road in the middle of nowhere. We thought it a good idea to get moving again, just in case they decided to turn around and check us out closer.

After driving down the road a few miles and we felt confident we weren't being followed we pulled over again to light up that big bud. I had this pipe with a heck of a party bowl on it so I folded over the bud and stuffed it in the pipe and handed it to Bill to light up. As soon as he hit it with the lighter the bud popped and jumped out of the bowl. We all laughed as stoners laugh when sh*t like this happens. Then the laughter began to dissipate to concern when we realized we couldn't find the bud. We all piled out of the car so we could get a better look at the floorboard, which was no easy feat once we realized no one had a flashlight and we were in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night.

All I have to say is, "God bless Bic." After an intense search that took at least two minutes one of the guys spotted it under the front seat on the drivers side of my 1971 ford Maverick. We put it back into the bowl and torched it again. By god, that little bastard jumped out of the bowl again! Again we piled out of the car to look for it. This time though, we were 5 minutes into the search and still no bud. Totally miffed, we began to brain storm... where could a little bud go that we wouldn't see it? One of us got the idea to tear the back seat out and look there, because it could have landed on the seat and when we were piling out of the car it might have fallen in the crack and disappeared behind the seat. That was a very intelligent idea, because that is where we found the bud.

I made Bill drive now, because I wanted to supervise the smoking of the Bud. Bill heads down the road. We are all laughing as we talk about the events that had just taken place. We could laugh now... we had the bud back. I was just getting ready to torch that puppy when out of nowhere, we pass this old house along side of the road. Keep in mind, a road that we all thought was deserted and "in the middle of nowhere. Five idiots in a car in the middle of nowhere could hardly resist investigating an old house, with no lights on.

As we got out of the car, I made sure that I placed my thumb over the bowl so that little bastard couldn't escape again. I didn't think to put the pipe on the dash or anything sane... no... I had to take it with me as we went on our exploration tour. The front door was locked. We peered in the window to see it was definitely uninhabited. Stan yelled, "Someone is coming!" We all ran back to the car in a panic. Then we realized he was talking about another car coming down the road. We could see the glow of the headlights in the distant. We piled back in the car and headed on down the road. The car passed us and all was well.

"OK," Donnie said, "Let's smoke that bud!" I pulled my thumb off the bowl and struck the lighter, and to my horror there was no bud in the pipe!

Panic began to set in. Where is it now? We could not believe it had disappeared again. We pulled over and searched the car and the search turned up nothing. Stan suggested that maybe it fell out back at the house. It seemed like the only possibility. So back to house we go. I never actually got off the pavement. I stood on the road as a couple of guys investigated the house when we checked it out earlier. Stan and I were talking when Stan noticed the car lights. So we kept our search to the road. We backed the car up so the headlights would light up the road. All five of us were on our hands and knees looking for this bud as you would looking for a lost contact lens. After about 15 minutes of searching we counted it as lost and got back in the car and went on our way.

One of the guys had some homegrown (leaf or schwago for those youngsters not familiar with the old lingo for the herb.) So we settled for pulling over and smoking some doobs of homegrown. We rolled one for each of us and I was back to driving. I'm sitting in the driver seat enjoying my dooby. The window is rolled down and I'm leaning against the car door with my back to it so I can chat with the guys. I roll my head back to look up at the stars out the window. It is a spectacular evening and there was not a cloud in the sky on this cool autumn night. I'm wearing a wool shirt with flaps over the pockets. My left elbow is resting on the steering wheel and I begin playing with the flap on my shirt pocket while taking in the sight of the glorious heavens. I felt a lump. Upon investigating the lump I realize it is the big bud we were looking for. Apparently, it had stuck like velcro to the soft fibers of wool. Since it was under the flap no one saw it.

When I found it, I declared that we were going to smoke it right now before it gets away again. So I throw it in the bowl and that damn thing tried to jump out of the bowl again... but I was ready for it this time. I smashed it back in the bowl and we smoked it down.

The funny thing about it, that bud was under that shirt flap the whole time I was on my hands and knees in the middle of the road, in the middle of nowhere... We had quite a laugh about that too. ]]> HookerRoad http://www.greenpassion.org/f28/bud-nearly-got-away-16381/ http://www.greenpassion.org/f28/little-ditty-called-rescue-me-16377/ Wed, 28 Oct 2009 03:35:23 GMT It always starts with the same brain jarring noise of the alert pager going off: alerting us to someone in peril. On this particular night, it was a call to assist law enforcement. These calls most often are kind of a joke. The subject involved smarted off and got popped in the kisser by one of the officers and now he's got a fat lip. All he wants is an icepack. And his f-ing lawyer. OR she's so drunk she cannot stand up and was found asleep in her Chrysler Sebring. She's vomited in the back of the cop's cruiser. Am I there for the cop or the sorority chick? OR homeslice kicked someone's butt to feel better about himSELF, was still fired up when the po-po arrived and ended up pepper sprayed. I spend the next thirty minutes rinsing eyes. Often, I spend a great deal of time helping people minimize their embarrassing encounters with the law. But on this night, I had the rare opportunity to truly help someone out. You see, I work in a VERY conservative county. You DO NOT want to be caught in this county even FARTING in the wrong direction. On this particular night, the subject in question was driving home from work. He manages a bar in the downtown area of where I live. At night, a main road on the way to this poor sap's house is torn up and under construction with cones in confusing patterns. The guy was tired, and he turned in the wrong section of pylons right under a cop's nose. Well, the cop of course pulled him over. And of course, the cop found some lame a$$ excuse to search the guy's car. And of course they find a small glass pipe in the console: devoid of any real smokable product but nonetheless wreaking of the devil's lettuce. This guy was really in trouble in a big way. He was so petrified he had thrown up on the curb. You simply don't want to be caught with anything ganga related in the county I work for: trust me on that! The cops practically had set up a cross for crucifiction when we started evaluating him. The subject had no complaints, but I could see this was not going to end well for him, and sometimes we get lucky..... I told the guy, "Hey, you know the cops will not likely accompany us to the hospital. So here's what's up: I'm gonna ask you if you want to go the hospital with me. And you are going to say yes, and I will get you out of a night in jail. And dude? In the future you gotta leave the implement at home, my friend. They will truly hang you out for that s%*t up here. So, you want to go to the hospital with me?" The guy says yes without hesitation and adds a quiet "Thank you". The cops do not follow us to the hospital, but they do tell him they are issuing a warrant if he doesn't turn himself in on Monday, the bastards.
Sometimes, when those tones go off in the middle of the night, the images that ensue are disturbing. Sometimes, people are dying. Sometimes, they just need a bandage and an ice pack. But on this night, and on several others in my career, I rescued someone from the persecution that belongs to those of us who enjoy Miss MaryJane. I take great pride in these rescues. I live for the opportunity to take the needless arrest away from the officer who seems so hungry to look like a success.
Coppa coppa? Gimme a break already! Based on what I have seen in my profession, I know if you REALLY did your job, you have WAY bigger fish to fry than this poor dude with the tragically empty pipe. ]]> Farmgirlmedic http://www.greenpassion.org/f28/little-ditty-called-rescue-me-16377/ http://www.greenpassion.org/f28/until-i-am-16264/ Sat, 24 Oct 2009 10:07:26 GMT A nebula takes shape, sprouting energy. The type only a listener, the observer in central park, mesmorized by the passing of electric flowing fast and fueled by wrist watches. I look into the round scope with all the knowledge of Myan beleif. Death to create life. A dying star, a star loud enouph to announce its departure, birthing millions in its blast. Last night i set the scope, i can see miles with this. West i mumbled, as memories of love fueled by covered lungs, and a clip to enjoy for later. Last night i looked west, i only needed my eyes as a slow but lonely star took me, not just my eyes, not even just my body. The star slowly drifted past me, almost to say its presence was merley for my own, the amusment that came next words will not justify. But the sadness, as the horrizon beating east took on westward light, the star faded. I looked up and up, i looked in circles to see if what i had seen was meer imagination. How could a star, travel so slow, almost like it said hello, then in seconds, fade off into this universe. A universe only the open minded create, and the close minded forget ever existed.
Sadness filled my heart, as memories of passed loves and love lost took shape. Soon tears filled my eyes. Before i knew it, these eyes i thought could stare through diamonds flooded the earth. With a sudden urge i grabbed my telescope and dismounted it from its angle. West i thought, as i prepare my shaken, tear swollen head for the night. Wow.
I got myself togeather to reflect, i'm now the rock i'm so made out to be again. The man who cared just a little more than all the rest, but could never show it. West is happiness, its change, its love, its you. Its me, its future, my sister, radiant and beautiful as dreams can only shape. Suddenly a love i never felt before, maybe it was more a of a realization, or just a cheap way to compare the two. My nebula arrived, profound, and with both eyes i saw it. Emotionally drained me, then put me back on my feet.

I love me, i love a lot of things in this world, why shouldn't one of them be me? With pride, and a sense of self worth more grand than most of my days, west it will be. To destroy the old, and create new, with radiance and beauty, as my star, as my love, guided my eyes - so did my mind, guide my heart, and my heart guide my body to a slumber i will chase until i am. Until i AM. ]]> PdonTheory http://www.greenpassion.org/f28/until-i-am-16264/ http://www.greenpassion.org/f28/nidas-new-book-teens-16233/ Fri, 23 Oct 2009 10:41:00 GMT The National Institute on Drug Addiction were kind enough to publish a new book for teens recently. It's about drugs in general. Here is what they have to say about medical marijuana....( i think they forgot a few things)

Q: Is marijuana sometimes used as a medicine?

A: There has been much talk about the possible medical use of marijuana. Under U.S. law since 1970, marijuana has been a Schedule I controlled substance. This means that the drug, at least in its smoked form, has no commonly accepted medical use.

THC, the active chemical in marijuana, is manufactured into a pill available by prescription that can be used to treat the nausea and vomiting that occur with certain cancer treatments and to help AIDS patients eat more to keep up their weight. Scientists are studying whether THC, and related chemicals in marijuana (called cannabinoids) may have other medical uses. Because of the adverse effects of smoking marijuana, research on other cannabinoids appears more promising for the development of new medications

Q: Can people become addicted to marijuana?

A: Yes. Long-term marijuana use leads to addiction in some people. That is, they cannot control their urges to seek out and use marijuana, even though it negatively affects their family relationships, school performance, and recreational activities (9). According to one study, marijuana use by teenagers who have prior antisocial problems can quickly lead to addiction (3). In addition, some frequent, heavy marijuana users develop “tolerance” to its effects. This means they need larger and larger amounts of marijuana to get the same desired effects as they used to get from smaller amounts.

Q: What if a person wants to quit using the drug?

A: In 2004, over 298,000 people entering drug treatment programs reported marijuana as their primary drug of abuse. However, up until a few years ago, it was hard to find treatment programs specifically for marijuana users.

Now researchers are testing different ways to help marijuana users abstain from drug use. There are currently no medications for treating marijuana addiction. Treatment programs focus on counseling and group support systems. There are also a number of programs designed especially to help teenagers who are abusers. Family doctors can be a good source for information and help when dealing with marijuana problems.

(the best part is when you check their provided references. Some were dated back to 95') ]]> http://www.greenpassion.org/f28/nidas-new-book-teens-16233/