Gator Uncaged

Missbud has been swamped with family and work
She really does not want to fill you with hurt
Her spirits, soul and vibes are here
As well as the mission, to make it clear
That you, friend will never be forgotten
My absence is really making my stomach rotten:sorry:







:circle-of-love::cheer::Namaste::circle-of-love::love::love:
 
For two days, I had no internet access. I frantically considered alternate, expensive options.
Now all is well again, except my presumptions of independance.

I am free to emotionally express myself only here on 420, but who or what am I?
My words, passions, and friends who are peers. Funny identity?

In my neighborhood, I walk and talk like a man but don't speak poetically.
Here I am honored with poetic creations by member/friends.

Warming a reptiles heart is a hot trick, and it feels good :thanks:
 
For two days, I had no internet access. I frantically considered alternate, expensive options.
Now all is well again, except my presumptions of independance.

I am free to emotionally express myself only here on 420, but who or what am I?
My words, passions, and friends who are peers. Funny identity?

In my neighborhood, I walk and talk like a man but don't speak poetically.
Here I am honored with poetic creations by member/friends.

Warming a reptiles heart is a hot trick, and it feels good :thanks:

Very well said brother...it would seem things aren't always what you'd expect around here on 420 Magazine.

I wish I were able to compose something as wonderful as I've read here... Unfortunately whenever I try, I either end up with something that sounds like an Andrew Dice Clay bit, or starts with "Mary had a little lamb..." and ends with something banned in most countries. Alas, I fear it is I that possesses the reptile brain.

It's okay though, we don't need to be artists to appreciate the beauty of the artwork. :adore:

:Namaste:
 
I once knew a lass, who smoked a bale of grass,
and stumbled into a gator cage,
She sparked a Cheech and Chong paper, passed it the wise Propa Gator,
Then, he got the munchies and ate her.
GT
 
I once knew a lass, who smoked a bale of grass,
and stumbled into a gator cage,
She sparked a Cheech and Chong paper, passed it the wise Propa Gator,
Then, he got the munchies and ate her.
GT

Great last stoner moment at the zoo: "Gee, let's get cozy with that nice, proper gator"

Should have just kept her Snicker-smelling butt outside the cage
when I commenced beguiling her with baloney belches.
 
Sorry I'm late I couldn't find the damn place...then parking was hell...I'm here now though....SUBBED! Just finished going through the Gator Cage that was epic brother!!
 
I am kinda mad at your bro. How many times have I asked you to send me a link to your grow operations once you decide to post a journal? Luckly I found it and I am now subbed.
Show us how its done Gator,
I'll check back later.
I am not very good with rhymes lol, so I stopped. Thank you for this journal bro. I am looking forward to learn what you know about growing with coir.
 
Haiku for you

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Frosty windowsill
I take a draw from my vape -
and it warms my soul




:Namaste:

Edit: Hope this isn't hijacking your thread - I was caught in the spirit of things. I am a closeted poetry fanatic.
 
I am kinda mad at your bro. How many times have I asked you to send me a link to your grow operations once you decide to post a journal? Luckly I found it and I am now subbed.
Show us how its done Gator,
I'll check back later.
I am not very good with rhymes lol, so I stopped. Thank you for this journal bro. I am looking forward to learn what you know about growing with coir.
My apologies sincerely, Mr Smith. PMs aren't my 'goto', they get me in trouble.
Being a reclusive hermit in the Big City Zoo takes imagination and creates habits.

Art and outreach is different for each and everybody.
I merely contrive word use. Your grow journals are poetic inspiration :adore:
 
I will tell where I got the idea that poetry can impact with complicated effect:
46 years ago in high school, I was exposed to, innoculated by T. S. Eliot's The Hollow Men.
Have a fatty on hand to read this, one may need help forgetting.

Philosophy and art are propa places for complexity. Growing medicine is not.
Coco coir DTW lets me grow good weed without worries, nor wondering.
10 mils A, 15 mils B per gallon plus 2 of Bloom Booster simply works.
2nd guessing formula content is not my job; it's Cory's :)

I'll have to re-read this journal to be sure of when these flipped,
but I believe it was between two and three weeks. Fun is done,
now is to hope as always that they fill & frost a lot. How much? More
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