Safe Passage

As I rounded the neighborhood on foot with a couple, well, more than a couple of pens for the Pen Pimp in hand and pocket, I gaze as I blaze at the sights, looking for a nice place to sit so that I and my lady might find the opportunity to write, I see the police.

This story can take a couple of dips and turns, as my lady reaches to find her ID to enter a bar later, seeing that they have an outdoor patio in the back and perhaps a well-lit area for us to relax. She cannot find her ID and I know why I try to keep mine, the same reason why my mother got me one when I turned age 16... because I'm a Black man living in Red White & Blue Apartheid.

Perhaps it was my choice not to walk down that street he was parked on, as I continued my way, with my dank cigar filled with Harle-Tsu Cancer Fighting Cannabis to relieve anxiety and an approaching migraine I always try to avoid with herbal help and not merely pharmaceuticals by themselves.
The patrol car makes the slowest turn, as I notice his questioning gaze from his either, Asian or Latino face, it is I who profiles him, and I pierce his soul with my eyes as he is forced to maintain his path to the 163 freeway and drives right on by.  But what could he say as he was looking for trouble and seeing a lovely couple walking with art supplies and a laptop?

I mean, the blunt was nothing close to this big... but I as well as my partner are Black so perhaps that was enough of an alarm for him in this part of town in Hillcrest.  Maybe he recognized my face from my advocacy and outreach back in the days because I have been stopped recently and thanked.
Regardless I have been that spook behind the door, the quiet doorman, the patient waiter as well as the catalyst for change.  While others have chosen a route of less resistance, I have battered down the hatches and remained in the storm, with restraint. I now look for folks to help me expand a business I'd like to begin with some very unique healing strains, it all takes funding so hey I can't complain.

So goes to show family and friends a blog of a different type as I open eyes as mine grow closed with the cannabinoids I allow into my system for healing.  I am a father, writer, poet, cannabis consultant, event planner, advocate for life, advocate against police brutality and a patient that tries his best to make the lives of others a bit better one day, one plant at a time.  Thank you for listening.  Persistence, Purpose, Patience, Prosperity, and Inner-Peace         Poem Below

Trail guides, Safari Guides and Sea Navigators must anchor a unique kind of courage

For who else in the name of fun can tread dead ahead without the uncertainties of the Sun

As Sea serpents and monsters lurk and ancient spirits attach after being both conjured and disturbed

Safe Access Prop 215/sb420 Event Planners see their fair share of sunshine and storms for

Cannabis is ancient and goes hand and hand with the norms as

Patients have learned where doctors have failed… to heal themselves in many forms yet

With the wind and judgments comes a way in which many in pain and suffering will also be scorned

Think of the navigators again, the trail blazers, the pioneers, the ones that separate bravery from faith

When one wants to know exactly where to go and they are the soul that was chosen to show

It takes an immeasurable amount of unseen strength to go on when there might be storms

It takes courage and mountains of faith to deal with the weather and the beasts that await

As lions wait for a lone picture taker to step away to deviate… and

Sharks circle patiently smiling for a honeymooner to fall into the chum-fillled churn once in a while

No one likes to be disturbed when focused on being great… or white these sharks

We can in no way influence wind and tides so 

It takes a bit of faith to know we might come back alive

As we guide others towards perhaps easier sailing or a smooth direction

On roads we also know there might be trouble yet we deal with it headfirst instead

So others might know a better path or know suffering less

This is the type of faith, strength, bravery and courage that we know best yet

We don’t require a palm to read

We just read deep in the books of proverbs and psalms and pray the creator to please calm these seas

When beasts come around we hold our family close, get our weapons, papers, bibles, lawyers and

Naturally like deep roots of an ancient tree that gives shade to those in need

We hold it down!

For all the ways a path has been shown there had to be a strong guiding force 

For no one makes moves alone

Who would dare test the tides alone without a ship to guide or

Who would brave the savannah rough without a truck to ride?

No one attempting a feat to achieve towards a new path to heal must have more than skills

As they navigate and look at their compass as well as the skies they are nothing close to average

Marking their way through history as they ask their higher power for guidance and safe passage

Safe Passage
8-9-2016