Each step along our individual paths changes us. Some experiences grow body, mind, and soul. Other experiences cause those same parts of us to shrink and ache endlessly. The trick is to let each step teach you even if it pains you. When you dedicate yourself to a task with little hope of recognition or monetary gain, many steps on the path are painful. No matter how much you give or how many you touch, there are still more in need. We live in a harsh world. My hat/cancer bandana off to anyone on the path to healing themselves and/or helping a loved one get relief in the most natural way possible. It takes a lot of courage and resolve to reach the end of the modern medicine road and only be left with options you may be logically against (such as chemo). It’s just as difficult to dutifully stand by and genuinely unconditionally love someone whose body is in decline.
As difficult as those decisions are, being public about them makes those choices even harder, but the stories we tell and leave behind in this time when cannabis legality is in its infancy of revival are a testament to the plant, it healing and transformative powers, and the lives of those left searching for comfort when modern medicine can’t offer it. Each of us who has chosen to tell our tale in the public forum of our day (the internet, or public eye in general) is living history. My endless gratitude to all those out there playing nurse to a loved one so limited in physical ability. Watching the cannabis world work to change from prohibition to test markets for medical use to states defying the federal government to decriminalize for adult use has been a heart twisting journey every step of the road. Please don’t forget the chronically ill folks and their caregivers for each recreational bowl you enjoy or sell legally. We still have a long way to go to honor the people who put their entire lives and health on the line in order to create change. Let’s begin by more and more programs to help the low income patients among us.
After many years of dedication to the cause of cannabis education and healing, This is the greatest need I see in the movement today: Just too many folks with too little resources and too much pain while the price of cannabis remains a burden to their largely ssi/ssd funded existences while pounds of useable cannabis are grown in the name of someone suffering and sold elsewhere by their “caregiver” for a profit. We must do better by the low income legal cannabis patient if we ever hope to legalize cannabis for medicinal or recreational use across the board. But as an individual, I can only offer individual mercy. Lately I’ve been giving free oil to individuals legal in Colorado and to cannabis charities such as Greenfaith Ministries. We need to see more of this kind of mercy.
Feel free to wander around Kiefair.com, wish the site a happy anniversary, comment on and share your favorite articles from years past. Also feel free to comment on this post for any improvements or changes you would like to see to the site. Moving forward, I have a project to preserve samples of products I make and products available in the market for future research. I imagine a time when we are looking back at this period in our shared history as the dawn of cannabis legalization. I imagine scientists wanting to know exactly what we were using. To preserve this history, the best, the good, the bad, and the ugly, I have procured slides and lab vials to make samples to carry on after us.
My next article covers making your own massage oils. As a preview for those eagerly awaiting the write up on that article, Let us have a look at the history of extracting healing compounds or scent compounds from various plants. This history is essential to understanding the next article from kiefair.com
I invite you to come and visit the site through a sampling of the most read articles. Scroll below the photo for the top read articles according to my site’s stats, 2014 reading statistics. Let’s take a look at what people are reading.
The tale of one of many who has taken information they learned on kiefair.com and had the courage to use that knowledge to treat their own illnesses with it.
This post is not to debate with others about if J.R.R. Tolkien was a stoner or not. This post is for people who have already determined for themselves that he did like to suck on a weed pipe every now and again and who wonder about what is really in Lembas Bread.
Fat Freddy has had a sore on his back for about 3 years and it would not heal! We started putting Rick Simpson Oil on it on November 23, 2011 then the next day we checked it and then checked it every 3 days afterwards, changing the oil and bandage every 3 days as well! I documented the process as long as I was the live in maid/nurse for the patient. (WARNING THIS IS GRAPHIC!)
I do not look like I have a single drop of Mediterranean blood in me, so why do i care about this rare genetic disorder? Because the color of skin is only skin deep. Because despite the pale appearance of my exterior, I have the genetic ancestor from that part of the world who handed me this recessive trait. Because I have this disease and have to live with it…
A set of videos in Tribute to the writing of Hannah Hurnard, “Hind’s Feet on High Places” to Art of Breezy Kiefair i just put music and art to a book that has been a favorite since childhood… my mother used to read me that book…. call it a tribute to her and an introduction of the book to an audience that may otherwise remain unaware of it. I recommend it for anyone with anxiety or PTSD
Ronnie Lee Smith, aka Roland A Duby made much of Kiefair.com possible. In April 2014, he lost his battle with Leukemia after being falsely imprisoned by Yavapai county in Arizona. We got Ronnie out of jail, but only in time for him to die with a pipe in his hands. While Ronnie was alive, he tasked me to keep his oil making method alive. I have done my best to ensure I keep this task entrusted to me by making his method freely available to anyone willing to learn.
*****Note, I have not updated the review page in quite some time. Some of the dispensaries I have reviewed may no longer be in business. The quality at the locations I have reviewed may have changed due to a change in ownership, grower or extraction agreements. Nearly all of my reviews are of MEDICAL locations, so please check to see if they have a retail location before using any of these reviews for a vacation guide.
Do you use Kiefair.com? Do you support me giving out info on cannabis oil creation for free? Do you support my free oil program with the colorado cannabis charity known as Greenfaith Ministry? Well, you may be unaware that one little lady pays for all costs associated with KiefAir.com. The way the site stays afloat with its mini library of cannabis related reference information is through sales of art and books. Each year, I must make $300 in PROFITS from the art at my etsy store and my poetry book sales on amazon.com.
Have a look at some samples from my portfolio, all of these images may be purchased to support kiefair.com
Please remember I only make pennies per art print I sell, so I need to sell a lot of pieces each year. I was very worried about keeping the site open for 2015. The holiday season left me with not one sale. But People pulled together, and We are all set to keep the site open through February 2016!
This is the tale of how I kept the site open this time… previous years, the money had come from my medication budget. This year was different… this happened because a long time patron gifted me $100 to bring the hosting fee bar a little lower, but he was a special case, my first patron ever who seems to still want to pay more for some ceramic figures I did when I was about 14. He always sends me some cash during the winter holidays and on my birthday. In truth this anonymous donor has been more of a father to me than my own. One of the few positive male role models i have had in mu life. The rule is to spend it on something for myself. I misbehaved this year and give the gift to you. This year I’m put it towards continuing to give the gift of information via kiefair.com . Pebbles Trippet, a prominent writer for Skunk Magazine bought a clutch of 4×6 limited edition Maya Angelou memorial prints. Other patrons got posters or 8×10 prints and we made our goal to keep the site open! My thanks to all Patrons!
Each year, I allow you, the reader/viewer to decide if kiefair.com stays alive. If I get sales, all profit (save my usual tithe if 10% of all profits) will go to saving KiefAir.com. I hope we can do better on those sales and keep the site alive. Remember the power is yours to make it live or let the library die. Any image from my please bogart my art page is for sale except the maya portrait.
Portrait of Toni Fox by: Breezy Kiefiar Toni Commissioned me to turn one of her favorite digital images of herself into a canvas painting. Toni said she was so pleased with it that she has it displayed in her home office.
details: 1. Make your selection at the following link: https://www.facebook.com/kiefyart
2. Complete your transaction here and let the artist know what image you desire. Ms. Breezy will ship you a print in the size you desire right away!
If you buy a new print edition of this book (or purchased one in the past), you can buy the Kindle edition for only $0.99(Save 90%). Print edition purchase must be sold by Amazon.Learn more.
A poetry book centered on pot written by cannabis activist and artist under the influence, Breezy Kiefair. “Of Pain, poetry, and pot.” Is a collection of cannabis centered poetry in a neobeatnik style. It includes updated versions of Allen Allen Ginsberg – Howls “howl” and “america”, along with an update on “to whom it may concern” by Adrian Mitchell , a cannabis parody of Rifleman’s Creed and many other poems that are all my own.
This review is from: Of Pain, Poetry and Pot (Kindle Edition)
Would You Like To Pick Breezy’s Brain? This wonderful book is a chance to witness the creative process at work; author Breezy Kiefair (aka Breedheen O’Rilley) is the real deal, a gifted poet/journalist/activist on the forefront of the battle for medical marijuana patients’ rights and for truth in media. And speaking of truth, emotional truth is exactly what you’ll get here. Breezy isn’t afraid to take an open-eyed, unsparing look at society, at herself, at her illnesses, at the lies we tell ourselves and each other — and at the scintillating, breathtaking beauty which is more real and more powerful than all else. Highly recommended.
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This review is from: Of Pain, Poetry and Pot (Kindle Edition)
Written by someone very intimate with pain on many different levels. Beautiful and honest. I can’t wait to find out more about this amazing young woman. I originally borrowed this book. I have now read it twice and I have to own it. It must become a part of my permanent collection, along with anything else I can find which flows from this beautiful author.
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The poems and rhythm that comes from the author’s feelings show you that she uses her medical cannabis passion and even frustrations to put her concerns into words we can understand. You can feel her pain – you can feel her pride. The transposed songs were a great touch.
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This multi-talented artist and writer amazed me with her insightful and sometimes heartbreaking poetry. Her artwork is not only beautiful, but different from any I have seen. I have actually ordered several individual prints off her website to give as gifts this Christmas. I highly recommend this book.
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As an activist,a woman and a HUMAN BEING,, I could feel the pain in Ms. O’Rilley’s poetry. Yet I could also feel the triumph. A must for all “pot’ lovers, I got it for 2.99 for my Kindle and it was MORE than worth it. I’ve read these poems over and over, you will too.
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This is an excellent book written by a very gifted, unique woman Breezy Keifair. I loved the whole book and have read it a couple of times so far. She is an artist that does her work under the influence of pot for the pain she is in and you can feel that pain with her words. I could really relate to that and a lot of other things in the book. I highly recommend this book. She is also a very gifted artist besides being a good poet and writer.
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Cover Volume 10 Issue 1 Skunk Magazine (click to visit the skunk store where you can order back issues of skunk!)
Rest in meter, rest in rhyme rest poet laureate we are grateful for what time we were allowed to share with you words linger on inspiring and blue ~Breezy Kiefair art by Please Bogart my art
How to win 1. Share this image to your wall ( https://www.facebook.com/kiefyart/photos/gm.270664323138358/822571831086866/?type=1 ) 2. Buy a copy of skunk volume 10 issue 1 (check your local Barnes and Noble or 7/11 or order from Skunk Magazine’s website 3. Take a selfie holding the magazine 4. Email selfie to breezy.kiefair@facebook.com, pm to Please Bogart My Art, or you may email the photograph of yourself with the magazine to btokeefer@gmail.con The first person to show me proof of pages WINS A FREE 16×20 inch poster of the image honoring Maya Angelou. Second place is an 8×10 inch print of the same image. Invite your friends and keep your eyes peeled for skunk especially in barnes and nobles and 7/11s Full rules for winning located at event page on facebook: https://www.facebook.com/events/270664136471710/
I began publicizing this contest when I got word that the magazines had been shipped from Canada to the distributors in the USA around July 18th. Readers Rushed to the racks only to find them strangely void of skunk magazine. Again and again from different parts of the country it was the same story… either the store carried the magazine but only had the best of volume 9 or the store didn’t seem to know what magazine the customer was speaking about. Here is an example and some answers from Pebbles Trippet of Skunk Magazine
I have not had any entries yet from any location to win the 16×20 poster (first prize) or the 8×10 (second prize) in my contest WIN a 16x 20 Poster or 8×10 print of the Skunk Mag Maya Angelou image. My portrait of Maya Angelou appears in an article by Pebbles Trippet in SKUNK Magazine volume 10 issue 1 (page 24)
People seem to be having trouble finding the magazine… so everyone has an equal chance of winning the prints.
Finally got to lay eyes on the magazine with my art in it! Thanks to Toni Fox and Pebbles Trippet for making sure that I got a couple of copies in my hands. Thanks for the honor of letting my art honor Maya Angelou
I have not had any entries yet from any location to win the 16×20 poster (first prize) or the 8×10 (second prize) in my contest WIN a 16x 20 Poster or 8×10 print of the Skunk Mag Maya Angelou image. My portrait of Maya Angelou appears in an article by Pebbles Trippet in SKUNK Magazine volume 10 issue 1 (page 24)
People seem to be having trouble finding the magazine… so everyone has an equal chance of winning the prints.
Breezy KiefairThat’s what I’m hearing again and again. Its real sad these retail outlets make deals with magazine companies and do not make the magazines themselves available to customers. I guess we as customers just need to keep bugging them…. maybe we need to start writing barnes and noble and 7/11’s customer service emails???
Nina Cooper EmersonThe guy I asked said..”They just bring them when they bring them.” I wonder who distributes for 7-11….hmmm.
Pebbles TrippetThat is a good question. And there’s a distinction between franchise and non-franchise. Please find out what you can so we can make Skunk more available in this country..
Pebbles TrippetWe have permission from Skunk editor, John Vergados, to make the entire Maya Angelou Tribute, artwork and cover available for reading the text. Open the floodgates, Breezy.
Nina Cooper EmersonThe weekly magazines are up front….the guy said that every 7-11 gets them on different days…like one will get on a Tues….another on Wed…etc. But for the monthly/quarterly magazines, it isn’t as clear as to when they come. He didn’t know much more than that… I’ll try to get to Barnes and Noble this weekend.
Part of the problem is inherent in distribution of a Canadian marijuana magazine in the US where you don’t know the community terrain–such as head shops & hemp stores with literature sections, used bookstores and local liquor stores. So Skunk Mag found an avenue thru Barnes&Noble Books, a national chain, and certain 7/11 markets and local liquor stores that already carry High Times, tatoo & porn mags. Marijuana prohibition plays a part in this lack of access, which is exactly what it’s supposed to do. What about dispensaries? Some are turned off by anything that is not essentially medical in nature (O’Shaughnessy’s is ok because it is based in high-powered cannabinoid science but Skunk is not, because it is broadly speaking cultural in nature with too much skin on display.) Some of the more broadminded dispensaries concerned about their customers’ broader education eagerly stock Skunk Mag, back issues and all. But someone has to be on the lookout & ask someone in charge at these dispensaries if they will carry a high-powered monthly magazine to sell to their patients. It’s about educating those who appreciate intelligent irreverent views, how-to all-organic grow tips from the rev and in depth interviews of go-to women in the international cannabis community. Carry an issue or two with you when you visit these dispensaries and let me know which ones would like to give it a try. Here’s an example – A Mendocino County dispensary takes up an entire row of glass space with a spectrum of back Skunks, each one available for sale. Sugaree came up in conversation and they instantly went to the Oct 2013 back issue for the winner pictured there.
Breezy KiefairI understand pebbles… what I don’t understand is why it took so long to hit outlets like 7/11 (still need to do my due diligence on the local barnes and noble) in a state where its logical more copies could and would be sold. It seems like a poor decision on the part of 7/11 / barnes and nobles. I could see not shipping to areas that they just WON’T sell but in weed states…. its different.
Pebbles TrippetI agree, certainly in CO. It shows how literature, as opposed to product, has taken a back seat in our consciousness across the board in the prohibition scheme. Knowledge has largely been passed underground and publications are hailed if they survive a…See More
Breezy Kiefairperhaps this is a good topic to bring to the skunk higher ups. they need to at least be aware of the issue and working the problem…. what the solution is yet, even i dont see clearly right now, but wheels in my head are turning and the more heads working the problem the better.
Breezy Kiefairi will follow up with a local barnes and noble, more 7/11s, tattered cover… i already talked you up in mile high pipe and tobacco… i usually only buy meds once a month but am looking for a new dispensary close to the new house so will talk skunk up along the way
Pebbles TrippetI told management how unavailable it is in the bustling Bay Area; they were surprised to hear it. That suggests they rely on local distributors. The question is who covers Denver and environs? The plight of print media has forced B&N out of the cities into the suburbs where it is easy to marginalize an already marginalized subject. In both the El Cerrito and Emeryville B&Ns, they had run out early in the month. I left my number, asked the supe to raise the monthly order and to start paying attention to something worthwhile. (ha) Perhaps we need to compile a local list of dispensaries and small businesses interested in adding Skunk Mag to their monthly inventory; then find local existing distributors who want to enhance their repertoire. “If they’re irresponsible we can do better”, we might say. But we do need to know who already exists. Who distributes to Tattered Cover Books? Probably not the same person as distributes to 7/11… Whoever that distributor is may want to step up & carry bulk orders of Skunk at our suggestion, especially if it’s a list we create and vouch for. People don’t know who to trust so they abstain. Here, we’re fulfilling the wish of the voters who approved the importance of access to cannabis which includes credible reliable information. 3D could top that list ordering a year’s worth of monthly Skunk bundles. Her previous free bundle was one time only in appreciation for the interview. The current v10#1 bundle was sent gratis to you, Breezy, %3D one time only for your Angelou artwork, poetry and synthesis. Now we start a new stage, stepping up cannabis consciousness with an improved distribution network of trustworthy outlets where Skunk Mag will be available with cannabis literature unread elsewhere — from Tokin’ Female activists, writers & artists, scientists in organic growing, lawyers who care, editors and publishers who make it happen. And of course the cannakids, who are raising our community in the ways of compassion.
Pebbles TrippetGood work Breezy… they stand out even at the bottom. Tell the manager to get 10 more, they usually have a number they can call on the spot and leave a message for an additional order. What about Denver? Is Tattered Book Covers in Denver? Headshops? Dispensaries?
Breezy Kiefairi’m going to do that foot work later this week. dispensaries tend to expect reviews when i go in… i’ve been trying to reduce my workload but will be on the lookout for a new “home” dispensary anyway giving me the chance to chat up skunk along the way.
Pebbles TrippetYou can release your presumed responsibility by telling them you aren’t doing that anymore, meaning routine reviews. Your health comes first. This doesn’t preclude an occasional special tribute…& so be it.
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On the distribution issue, our grassroots insistence that all these various outlets carry marijuana publications that speak for the broader community is critical — headshops, dispensaries, used bookstores, community centers, liquor stores, barnes & noble — all these places we frequent should be asked to carry Skunk Mag, because it represents the interests of a budding marijuana community that can no longer be denied. Everyone in their area needs to reach out on this one, let me know which outlets we can add. If there’s no distribution person in the area, the bundles go out from Montreal direct to the outlet.
Skunk Magazine’s purpose is to represent the interests of the broader marijuana community: intellectuals, artists, writers, home cultivators, patients, feminists, cannafamilies, ill children — the cannabis family worldwide. This month’s issue of Tokin’ Female is a tribute to the phenomenal life of Maya Angelou, featuring Breezy Kiefair’s synthesis of art and poetry and Tokin Woman’s My, Oh Maya on Angelou’s marijuana roots. Skunk Mag has provided space and respect.
How to win 1. Share this image to your wall ( https://www.facebook.com/kiefyart/photos/gm.270664323138358/822571831086866/?type=1 ) 2. Buy a copy of skunk volume 10 issue 1 (check your local Barnes and Noble or 7/11 or order from Skunk Magazine’s website 3. Take a selfie holding the magazine 4. Email selfie to breezy.kiefair@facebook.com, pm to Please Bogart My Art, or you may email the photograph of yourself with the magazine to btokeefer@gmail.con The first person to show me proof of pages WINS A FREE 16×20 inch poster of the image honoring Maya Angelou. Second place is an 8×10 inch print of the same image. Invite your friends and keep your eyes peeled for skunk especially in barnes and nobles and 7/11s Full rules for winning located at event page on facebook: https://www.facebook.com/events/270664136471710/
Rest in meter rest in rhyme rest poet laureate we are grateful for what time we were allowed to share with you words linger on inspiring and blue Breezy Kiefair, Of Poetry, Pain and Pot on the death of Maya Angelou
Revered author Maya Angelou, who was the first poet since Robert Frost to read a poem at a Presidential inauguration, writes about her experiences with marijuana in Gather Together, the second installment of her autobiography after the acclaimedI Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. Angelou, who started life as Rita Johnson from Stamps, Arkansas, was raped at the age of 7, and had an illegitimate child in her teens. Working as a waitress to support her son in San Diego, 18-year-old Rita met two lesbian prostitutes who frequented the bar where she worked. One night, the women invited her to their house for dinner. Angelou recounts: “Let’s have a little grifa before dinner.” Johnnie Mae gave an order, not an invitation. She turned to me. “You like grifa?”“Yes. I smoke.” The truth was I had smoked cigarettes for over a year, but never marijuana….I was prepared to refuse anything else they offered me, so I didn’t feel I could very well refuse the pot….I inhaled the smoke as casually as if the small brown cigarette I held were the conventional commercial kind.“No. No. Don’t waste the grifa. Hand it here….try it like this…” I opened my throat and kept my tongue flat so that the smoke found no obstacle in its passage from my lips to my throat….The food was the best I’d ever tasted. Every morsel was an experience of sheer delight. I lost myself in a haze of sensual pleasure, enjoying not only the tastes but the feel of the food in my mouth, the smells, and the sound of my jaws chewing. “She’s got a buzz. That’s her third helping.” …I decided to dance for my hostesses. The music dipped and swayed, pulling and pushing. I let my body rest on the sound and turned and bowed in the tiny room. The shapes and forms melted until I felt I was in a charcoal sketch, or a sepia watercolor. (pp. 52-55) By the end of the evening Rita had arranged to rent the women’s house, putting them to work for her as prostitutes, with her barganing for their services with cab drivers and taking a cut. Meanwhile, she read Dostoevsky and studied dance. Soon the arrangement turned sour and she had to flee back to Stamps, where drinking Sloe gin “numbed my brain” and she had to make herself sick to get rid of the poison.
Rita went back to the West Coast and tried joining the Army in San Francisco, but was turned down because the The California Labor school, where she’d studied dance and drama, was deemed a Communist organization. So she started waitressing again, and smoking pot. Smoking grass eased the strain for me. I made a connection at a restaurant nearby. People called it Mary Jane, hash, grass, gauge, weed, pot, and I had absolutely no fear of using it. In the black ghetto of the forties, marijuana, cocaine, hop (opium) and heroin were only a little harder to obtain than rationed whiskey. Although my mother didn’t use anything but Scotch (Black & White), she often sang a song popular in the thirties that at its worst didn’t condemn grass, and at its best extolled its virtues.“Dream about a reefer five foot longVitamin [sic] but not too strongYou’ll be high but not for longIf you’re a viper…”From a natural stiffness I melted into a grinning tolerance. Walking on the streets became high adventure, eating my mother’s huge dinners an opulent entertainment, and playing with my son was side-cracking hilarity. For the first time, life amused me. …I disciplined myself. One joint on Sunday and one on the morning of my day off. The weed always had an intense and immediate effect. Before the cigarette was smoked down to roach length, I had to smother my giggles. Just to see the falling folds of the curtains or the sway of a chair was enough to bring me to audible laughter. After an hour the hysteria of the high would abate and I could trust myself in public. (p. 154). After a brief stint dancing professionally, she met a married man who told her her, “It’s gauge that’s breaking my marriage….My silly dilly wife stopped letting me have any and she goes around laughing and giggling all the time.” She flushed her pot for him and soon let him lead her into prostitution herself, where she was told if she was good she’d be given some “white girl” (cocaine) but, “They won’t let you smoke hemp, though. They say it makes a ‘ho too frisky. ‘Hos get their heads bad and forget about tending to business.” At the close of the book, another man named Troubador shows her how he shot heroin, and makes her promise to keep her innocence. He gives her his clothes to sell so that she can escape and head back to her Mother’s house. In the following autobiographical installment, Singin’ and Swingin’ and Gettin’ Merry Like Christmas, Rita is discovered while dancing at a strip club in San Francisco and develops a Calypso singing act, changing her name and eventually finding her way to activism with Martin Luther King andMalcolm X, as well as writing with the encouragement of James Baldwin and others. Angelou received over 50 honorary degrees and three Grammys. She was awarded the Presidential Medal of Arts in 2000 and the Lincoln Medal in 2008. PS: Angelou isn’t the only revered US poet to sing the praises of pot. In his book of Haiku She Was Just 17, former poet laureate (2001-2003) Billy Collins wrote: So many nicknames for you But none as lovely as marijuana
People say I’m crazy doing what I’m doing,
Well they give me all kinds of warnings to save me from ruin,
When I say that I’m o.k. they look at me kind of strange,
Surely your not happy now you no longer play the game,
People say I’m lazy toking my life away,
Well they give me all kinds of advice designed to strengthen the light in me,
When I tell that I’m doing Fine watching smoke play on the wall,
Don’t you miss the big time girl you best get on the ball!
I’m just sitting here watching the stats go up and up,
They really love to read my words,
I tell them all the things the money hounds,
dont want the people to know,
People asking questions lost in confusion,
Well I warn them when i know of a problem,
Offering solutions,
Well they shake their heads and they look at me as if I’ve lost my mind,
I tell them there’s no hurry…
I’m just sitting here smokin kind,
Of Pain, poetry, and pot.” Is a collection of cannabis centered poetry in a neobeatnik style. It includes updated versions of Allen Ginsberg – Howls “howl” and “america”, along with an update on “to whom it may concern” by Adrian Mitchell , a cannabis parody of Rifleman’s Creed and many other poems that are all my own. I hope ya grab your free download while it is available and be sure to lend it to your friends (I have enabled book lending on this piece). The next day to download it for free is December 21
Of Pain, Poetry and Pot is a poetry book centered on pot written by cannabis activist and artist under the influence of cannabis , Breezy Kiefair. “Of Pain, poetry, and pot.” Is a collection of cannabis centered poetry in a neobeatnik style. It includes updated versions of Allen Ginsberg – Howl and “america”, along with an update on “to whom it may concern” by Adrian Mitchell , a cannabis parody of Rifleman’s Creed and many other poems that are all my own.
I just published a poetry book with amazon.com…..this is the book cover. It is called “Of Pain, Poetry and Pot”
Of Pin, Poetry and Pot cover
the electronic edition is still free for one more day folks! Please distribute the following link for people to get their free copy http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00FGF8WUY
“Of Pain, poetry, and pot.” Is a collection of cannabis centered poetry in a neobeatnik style. It includes updated versions of Allen Allen Ginsberg – Howls “howl” and “america”, along with an update on “to whom it may concern” by Adrian Mitchell , a cannabis parody of Rifleman’s Creed and many other poems that are all my own. I hope ya grab your free download while it is available and be sure to lend it to your friends (I have enabled book lending on this piece). Yes, I am aware of the odd format in the table of contents. I assure you that is semi-intentional. and please! Share these links around so the pot poetry can be read easily.
another link for the paperback http://www.amazon.com/dp/1492830399/ref=cm_sw_r_fa_dp_47gssb1B996P0K2N
This review is from: Of Pain, Poetry and Pot (Paperback)
This multi-talented artist and writer amazed me with her insightful and sometimes heartbreaking poetry. Her artwork is not only beautiful, but different from any I have seen. I have actually ordered several individual prints off her website to give as gifts this Christmas. I highly recommend this book.
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Would You Like To Pick Breezy’s Brain? This wonderful book is a chance to witness the creative process at work; author Breezy Kiefair (aka Breedheen O’Rilley) is the real deal, a gifted poet/journalist/activist on the forefront of the battle for medical marijuana patients’ rights and for truth in media. And speaking of truth, emotional truth is exactly what you’ll get here. Breezy isn’t afraid to take an open-eyed, unsparing look at society, at herself, at her illnesses, at the lies we tell ourselves and each other — and at the scintillating, breathtaking beauty which is more real and more powerful than all else. Highly recommended.
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To Whom It May Concern I was run over by the truth one day. Ever since the diagnosis I have been this way So burn my body with radiation Tell me lies about cancer.
Heard the alarm clock screaming with pain, Couldn’t find myself so I went back to sleep again So fill my veins with Chemo burn my body with radiation Tell me lies about cancer. Every time I shut my eyes, all I see is pain. Made a little ribbon to remember all the names So empty out my bank account fill my veins with chemo burn my body with radiation Tell me lies about cancer. I hear they are thinking surgery, hope it’s not my brains. They’re only gutting fishes for their own personal gain. So numb my brain with Morphine empty out my bank account fill my veins with chemo burn my body with radiation Tell me lies about cancer. Where were you at the time of the crime? Ripping up the Hippocratic oath, just to make a dime? So chain my Life with hopelessness numb my brain with Morphine empty out my bank account fill my veins with chemo burn my body with radiation Tell me lies about cancer
You put your doctors in, they take their conscience out, They take the human being and they twist it all about So take my world away chain my Life with hopelessness numb my brain with Morphine empty out my bank account fill my veins with chemo burn my body with radiation Tell me lies about cancer–
America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing. America seventeen dollars and forty two cents October 28, 2011. I can’t stand my own mind. America when will we end the human war?
go fuck yourself with your atom bomb, homeland security and martial law. Go fuck yourself with your patriot act oppressing true patriots. I don’t feel good don’t bother me. I won’t write my poem till my muse gives me the words. America when will you return and be angelic? This world I live in is like a twilight zone episode of America’s greatness of yore When will you take the wool off of your eyes? When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you open your eyes to the sick and dying? When will you see that we have value too? When will you correct the stress that kills disabled and working class alike? When will you be worthy of your 99% America why are your libraries full of tears? America when will you transform your spending from defense of oil to your peoples survival? I’m sick of your insane demands. When can I go into the dispensaries and get the effective medication I chose over narcotic poison with the same money Uncle Sam is happy to spend on things that make me more ill & could kill me? America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world. Your machinery is too much for me.
Your human histories made me want to be a saint. There must be some other way to settle this argument. My husband has gone underground I don’t think he’ll come back it’s sinister. Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke? I’m trying to come to the point. I refuse to give up my obsession. America stop pushing I know what I’m doing. America the wild horses let me in their circle, seems horses understand me better than people. I haven’t read the newspapers for months, I can’t afford the subscriptions and everyday somebody goes on trial for murder. It just reminds me of my murdered kid and justice miscarried.. America I feel sentimental about wildlife and national parks. America I used to be an nerd when I was a kid and I’m not sorry. I smoke marijuana every chance I get. I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet. While reading the free library that is the internet and sharing it with the world. When I go to town I get supplies and never get laid. My mind is made up there’s going to be trouble. You should have seen me eating libraries. My psychoanalyst thought my logic is perfectly sound and advised me to trust it. I WILL say whatever prayer I feel like wherever I feel like saying it. Cannabis IS a religious sacrament and a valid use of my first amendment freedom of speech and religion America the constitution is beautiful with a built in process of beautiful change. I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations. I am not ashamed. America I still haven’t told you what you did to Grandpa John after he came home from ‘Nam
I’m addressing you. Are you going to let our emotional life be run by the mainstream media? I’m obsessed by the mainstream media. I read it every day. Its pages stare at me every time I open my computer to get some human connection. I read it in the homeless shelters, in the basement of the Tattered Cover Bookstore,
in the basement of the NYC Greyhound station,
in social clubs for the insane in Maine,
In the greyhound station of Cleveland,
in Michigan Libraries
and on back to Denver,
to Union Station.
And I read it still out here in the wild.
Surrounded by nature at the roof of the world where I feel a bit more safe.. It’s always telling me about responsibility. Bankers are serious. Businessmen are serious. Lobbyists are serious. Movie producers are serious. Comedians are serious. Everybody’s serious but me. It occurs to me that I am America. I am talking to myself again.
My country is rising against me. I haven’t got a unemployed person’s chance. I’d better consider my national resources. My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of minds an unpublishable private literature that goes 1400 miles and hour and 99%’ers occupying my the ground. I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underprivileged who live in my flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns. I have abolished the medicines that don’t work for me, and the GMO foods are next to go.. My ambition is to contribute to society despite the doctors saying I’m too sick for anything..
America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood? I will continue like Henry Ford my thoughts are as individual as his automobiles more so if we planted hemp and made hemp oil returning to his original engine design we could stop worrying about oil. America I will sell you all that I have just to survive. America free Marc Emery America save the Medical Marijuana Community & legalize America we execute innocent too often they must not die. America I am the 99%. America you don’t really want to go to war. America it’s them bad terrorists Them terrorists them terrorists and them North Koreans. And them Terrorists. The al Queda wants to eat us alive. The Al Queda‘s power mad. They wants to take our cars from out our garages.
Oh my precious oil, must protect the precious oil…
when we can grow an oil far better on the land that is ours & should be so free.
They wants to squash Denver. They needs a edu-ma-cation. Ther wants our auto plants to go to Siberia. Him big bureaucracy running our fillingstations. That no good. Ugh.. Uncle Sam need big strong workmen at a wage guaranteed to make you weak.. Hah. Them make us all work massive overtime with no overtime pay as I watched my friend get laid off today. Help. America this is quite serious. America this is the impression I get from looking at the net and social media posts of your people. America is this correct? I’d better get right down to the job. It’s true I don’t want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts in factories,
I tried factory work already, I’m nearsighted,chronically ill and psychologically unstable anyway. America I’m putting my bisexual artists research obsessed shoulder to the wheel.
America
Allen Ginsberg
America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing. America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956. I can’t stand my own mind. America when will we end the human war? Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb I don’t feel good don’t bother me. I won’t write my poem till I’m in my right mind. America when will you be angelic? When will you take off your clothes? When will you look at yourself through the grave? When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites? America why are your libraries full of tears? America when will you send your eggs to India? I’m sick of your insane demands. When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks? America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world. Your machinery is too much for me. You made me want to be a saint. There must be some other way to settle this argument. Burroughs is in Tangiers I don’t think he’ll come back it’s sinister. Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke? I’m trying to come to the point. I refuse to give up my obsession. America stop pushing I know what I’m doing. America the plum blossoms are falling. I haven’t read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for murder. America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies. America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I’m not sorry. I smoke marijuana every chance I get. I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet. When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid. My mind is made up there’s going to be trouble. You should have seen me reading Marx. My psychoanalyst thinks I’m perfectly right. I won’t say the Lord’s Prayer. I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations. America I still haven’t told you what you did to Uncle Max after he came over from Russia.
I’m addressing you. Are you going to let our emotional life be run by Time Magazine? I’m obsessed by Time Magazine. I read it every week. Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner candystore. I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library. It’s always telling me about responsibility. Businessmen are serious. Movie producers are serious. Everybody’s serious but me. It occurs to me that I am America. I am talking to myself again.
Asia is rising against me. I haven’t got a chinaman’s chance. I’d better consider my national resources. My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of genitals an unpublishable private literature that goes 1400 miles and hour and twentyfivethousand mental institutions. I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underpriviliged who live in my flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns. I have abolished the whorehouses of France, Tangiers is the next to go. My ambition is to be President despite the fact that I’m a Catholic.
America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood? I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as individual as his automobiles more so they’re all different sexes America I will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500 down on your old strophe America free Tom Mooney America save the Spanish Loyalists America Sacco & Vanzetti must not die America I am the Scottsboro boys. America when I was seven momma took me to Communist Cell meetings they sold us garbanzos a handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about the workers it was all so sincere you have no idea what a good thing the party was in 1835 Scott Nearing was a grand old man a real mensch Mother Bloor made me cry I once saw Israel Amter plain. Everybody must have been a spy. America you don’re really want to go to war. America it’s them bad Russians. Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. And them Russians. The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia’s power mad. She wants to take our cars from out our garages. Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Reader’s Digest. her wants our auto plants in Siberia. Him big bureaucracy running our fillingstations. That no good. Ugh. Him makes Indians learn read. Him need big black niggers. Hah. Her make us all work sixteen hours a day. Help. America this is quite serious. America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set. America is this correct? I’d better get right down to the job. It’s true I don’t want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts factories, I’m nearsighted and psychopathic anyway. America I’m putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.
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