The Hasheesh, 1854
The Hasheesh Leading up to the civil war, another war was brewing… The war between cannabis and cotton… In this poem before the war in 1854, you can feel the war brewing… The Hasheesh Of all the orient lands Read More …
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The Hasheesh Leading up to the civil war, another war was brewing… The war between cannabis and cotton… In this poem before the war in 1854, you can feel the war brewing… The Hasheesh Of all the orient lands Read More …
“Hemp seed to sow, this is the course we take, the acres lengthwise and across we dress.” -Confucius, Book of Odes Classic of Poetry, aka Book of Songs, Book of Odes, Shijing, Shih-ching or the She-king Book of Odes Read More …
Piping Down the Valleys Wild Piping down the valleys wild Piping songs of pleasant glee On a cloud I saw a child. And he laughing said to me. Pipe a song about a Lamb; So I piped with merry chear, Read More …
“loving a haze of hasheesh for making the brain go wrong” -Damon Runyon Alfred ‘Damon Runyon’ ROSES OF A DREAM Many songwriters have woven there love of cannabis into their art. But before Guthrie and Dylan there was Damon Runyon. Read More …
To Earthward Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things, The flow of—was it musk From hidden grapevine springs Downhill Read More …
“There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the Read More …
Light-winged Smoke! Icarian bird, Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight; Lark without song, and messenger of dawn, Circling above the hamlets as thy nest; Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts; By Read More …
The grand tradition of the wake and bake. Something magical occurs breathing in the sweet lingering smoke with the light drizzling into the cracks while still comprehending the day ahead. While I’m not sure if anyone can trace the origins Read More …