Now and then  

With a cascade of euphoria to our receptors

The brain in a state of bliss

The feeling you get from smoking a joint

Too good for too many to miss

We are free to choose what substances we use

Cannabis provides a wealth of good news

Smoke this weed, until your eyes bleed,

Satisfied with now, not some future need

A lady who can make you high,

laugh so much you want to cry

Night turns to day as time slips by

A smiley face, a happy sigh

Called Marijuana, Santa Maria , Mary-Jane,

Soft and gentle, also releases pain

Hemp is the male, grows fast and firm

Provides for mankind needs, with fuel left to burn

The evidence is overwhelming, explore and see

A plant, our saviour, even more than coffee, nicotine, alcohol and tea

Provides food and clothing, building materials and fuel

As a medicine, a healer, even healthy nutrition too..

Hemp offers a very real and immediate solution

To deforestation and Industries pollution

It cleans the topsoil of contaminated oil

Needing itself little water nor toil

When our World was at War, World War 2

*Henry Ford* made a car with an organic brew    

A composite car comprising 80% hemp

Much stronger than steel though of a natural bent

Hemp for Victory, the US Government then shouted

The evidence provided, no one then doubted

We can grow our cars, the cry went out

Why import what we can do without

With their once in a billion year rape of the Worlds resources

America then had to provide for themselves in mid-course,

With few imports possible, they had to adapt

And decided on Hemp, to help avoid a collapse

A weed that grows freely everywhere

Cannabis its correct Latin name

Its benefits to mankind THEN miraculous

NOW reaps derision and blame

What on earth is going on

When something so right is said to be wrong

Up has become down, left has become right

The truth remains, firmly out of sight

No corporate profits from weed is its only misdeed

So again our rulers act for corporate greed

To profit from chemicals, plastic, pharmaceuticals and oil

While heaping abuse on a plant grown in soil

Users become voters, change our fate

Take responsibility for the current state,

Create a groundswell of the environmentally committed

Would anyone whose read this far remain seated.

What on Earth

Our Prime Minister, a sad faced clown,

No matter the evidence, his face, a frown,

Reared from the stock of God fearing Presbyterians

Water to Wine; HIS mind expanding experience

Unwilling to debate the issue that matter

The main concern; that corporate backers get fatter

unable to communicate policies through

Issues reduced to a sentence of spin, or two.

Since we can ask no questions,

We are told no lies

Able to deceive

No debate to analyse.

War against drugs, no light for the blind,

War in his head, war on his mind

War is no answer, death is no game,

Leaders solve problems, yet cause even more pain

The type of dealer his policies produce

Will provide a range for even more use

No Mary-Jane – then something else for the brain,

Our kids can expect only more of the same

The trend is down in Cannabis use

Making illegal excites rebellion in youth

Others on the increase, marijuana use is down

A coherent policy would suggest the other way round

As the sky turns black and the air grows thicker,

Governments continue their ineffective bicker

At the very heart of global industry,

Serving corporate masters, creating a community of misery.

America , again, calling the tune

Creating dissention, harmony in ruin

A policy devoid of any sane logic

But personal wealth and corporate profit

This free gift of nature, this plant divine

Has benefited all, in past and recent times

It is not for everyone, but what is

Do not inhale if you dislike getting blitzed

For our own mental health, accept the inevitable

If we cannot change things, make them acceptable

Only worry about things we can change

Starting up close, within growing range

Keep life simple, keep life sweet

Get closer to Nature, choose with your feet

Create heaven on earth, don’t pretend its’ in space

Mother Nature provides for the whole human race

A Tue Story (Poetic) 

Snowing steadily since London , I had not come far,

Driving very carefully, no more than 90 an hour,

It was a bright starry night though the snow now light

And even Belgium under a blanket looked a pretty sight

Looking ahead at the road, I thought I saw stars

Shining up from the ground, they were not so far

In a flash, I realised I was looking at a reflection

While floating on ice, in totally the wrong direction

Steer into the turn and keep your feet off the brake

Shit, shit, shit, not in control of my fate

Steer into the turn and keep your feet off the brake

Shit, shit, shit, still not in control of my fate

The offside front bumper was sliding along the central reservation

And I was having doubts about my personal preservation

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck what now

Just as the road was reaching the brow

As luck would have it, I stayed on the road

Truckers not believing what their eyes had been told

Shaking a little I set off again slowly

Into the unknown but not quite so boldly

Little did I realise that within a few hours

the pol-ice not the ice would put me behind bars

By Utrecht , the ice melted, it offered no fear

But like black ice from nowhere a motorcycle cop would appear

Arrested for admitting to smoking weed

earlier with a coffee in a layby near Breeda

Since my Doctor confirms I am a medical user

The police can be considered legal abusers

At the station I was also charged for speeding

Fresh charges from nowhere later appearing

No choice but some blood and what I was peeing

And a cell does not help much that Xmas feeling

Charged with t.h.c. in my blood

Driving so they say a little faster than I should

My license withdrawn, my driving suspended

My plans for Xmas totally up-ended

 The samples later suggested a low level of t.h.c

Little effect to an experienced user like me

It affects my enjoyment but not my attention

Driving more slowly my honest intention

The Police in Utrecht 20 years earlier did their research

And recent neurophysialogical evidence adds to the work

Pot slows you down, you modify your behaviour

For experienced users, a long distance Saviour

Booze makes you think you can fly

Over the top rather than round the sides

Pot slows you down and tends to send

the experienced user slowly around the bend

A year ago, a year later, the Prosecution presented

Incorrect information as to the charges intended

The Judge asked if I had anything briefly to say

My big chance, my big day , my say.

Since the evidence against me was a farce

I replied the Prosecution was talking out of their arse

Little realising the effect this would cause

A Court of official females in total uproar

The power of words to shock was intended,

The facts of the case had been ignored, reality suspended

My licence withdrawn and a hefty fine too  

I said I appealed with this crazy ass view

Please excuse my rudeness that caused a sensation

Perhaps poetic licence was lost in translation

All proceeding in Dutch, I was up at the front

My legal translator in the Courts rump

I am always genuinely sorry for causing offence

But the court had decided no matter my defence

Over 2 years late, another Court Date

Santa Maria continues a mate

It is not me that’s on trial,

but Mother Natures intended

The Court represents the corporate defence

who will help Nature  get defended

No profit from weed is its corporate misdeed

So again our Government acts for corporate greed

To profit from petro-chemicals, plastic, dirty coal and oil

While heaping abuse on a plant grown in soil

 in a cell of his own making

 wondering, staring, waiting

The truth will come out

Sanity willt prevail

in the land of the free

home of the brave

justice for those

 with money saved

the rich, are they happy?

my bill, make it snappy

they suffer from stress, aliens at best

last orders early, still dressed to  impress  

off to India for sun and adventure

and maybe inexpensive work to my dentures

It has to be naturally true

Nature is legal too

When times are hard, it calls for special measures

Nature can help provide for life’s little pleasures

,                                                    

Money does not grow on trees

Unless of course your growing weeds

If you need to put food on the table

What is wrong with a few plants in the stable

Richard Jakubowski