: DRIFTING : pt #2

DRIFTING – Is a state of mind , conscious or subconscious it can take you anywhere , any place at any time , because these are the imaginations of your mind , I seldom drift on this world today , why is it full of anger greed and dismay , and people putting their ignorance on display .

DRIFTING – As I lay in bed , with 2 pillows under my head , I drift into a world that I will not dread , a world without greed and envy , and no haters that will try to end me , and everyone is compassionate and trying to be the best that they can be , for you and me , an unselfish world is my desire , and no one is jealous just because someone else sit’s a little higher , no Prejudice or the need to control , someone else life mind body and soul .

ORIGINAL POEM by KEITH BARBOUR …

: DRIFTING:

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When I fall back to relax , I like to be comfortable to the max , with a T-shirt and no slacks , boxer shorts is what I sport ,  I throw in one of my favorite movies , and bring the reggi closer to me, now I’m almost ready to stunt , just as soon as I find my chocolate blunt , I set it up and I twisted it , this is some killer ,so I hope I don’t become a statistic , I grabbed the Bic , and give it a flick , pulled real slow and said this is the s*** , and now the movie is in , and I start (DRIFTING) DRIFTING = that I’m far and away , in a strange new place , and all I feel is the sunshine on my face , followed by a cool breeze , with the aromatic scent of spearmint leaves , as gunga buds brush across my knees , I feel at ease , the Earth beneath my feet is soft and warm , I’m used to concrete this is out of the norm , but DRIFTING keeps me movin on , so I’ll follow the path that my eyes have set before me , which looks and sounds like peace and tranquility , the sky is baby blue and the fowl and the fish are in sync to , the river has a peaceful flow and the mountain tops are capped with snow , the temperature has to be a perfect 74 degrees , with low humidity and no dust nor dander or pollen that give you allergies , the flavors of fresh fruits captures my attention , honeydews cantaloupe and mangoes , I must mention. pineapples , pears and plums that are blood – red , watermelon oranges and grapes , all I need now is some steaks , and 5 women that wear clothes like their drapes , draped across their curvy bodies , and from their Silhouettes , you can tell that they are hotties , each one feeding me a part of my favorite dish , which is fish , Seafood of any nature , shark ,bass , crab , hey I won’t rate ya !!! Now I have smoked , ate and I’m ready to go to sleep , with all five women under my sheet , when all of a sudden I hear this familiar beat , my woman ringtone !!! oh snap it’s about to get deep , so I answered the phone and said hey baby , she said I told you I was going to call you earlier but you wasn’t listening , I knew you was falling back and just DRIFTING …

ORIGINAL POEM by

KEITH BARBOUR … © 8/11/17