Edgar Bummer

poem by Edgar Bummer

Mind in a haze, Always be blazing. The ganja is strong, it got me rung. Lost myself in the smoke. What have I become. D.A.R.E taught me better, don't touch the green; it ain't what it seems. Get you high in the begin... Read more

poem by Edgar Bummer

Is there really a holy spirit, or do I just need something to believe in? May the Lord protect my body and soul; I fear I'm getting old. As my skim wrinkles, I start to question the Lord's miracles. Prayers sun up to sun down... Read more

poem by Edgar Bummer

Mother of sin. Mother of pain. A mother who I probably won't see again. The house is quiet, their's nobody their except my little brothers carcus. She burde... Read more