Sep 11      Sep 12

Make me one with emptiness
Boundless time in timeless space
Patterns in motion thoughts motionless
Empty mind filled with joy and blissfulness
And blissful is the nature of one's mindfulness

Oct 2

Take control,
On this journey to soothe the soul
Into the Unknown, to a world you call your own
Where have you been?
To a place only I could have seen

#soul   #trip   #lsd  

everything is anything.
morphing, moving, & merging together.
falling deep into flow.
deep into know.
breathing & bleeding energies & essences,
from every spectrum of the rainbow.
discovering & diving into new, unexplainable realms of creation.
so much to think about.
so much to feel for.
it's easy to get swept up in the magic.

#love   #poetry   #life   #passion   #drugs   #colour   #energy   #acid   #lsd   #fusion  
MDMA and LSD were walking down the street
Elie Harfouch

MDMA and LSD were walking down the street
They saw a girl dressed in green
They approched her and asked about her name
She replied saying it was THC
They invited her to come along for the walk
She said yes feeling like she belongs
The three had fallen in love
They would never leave one alone
Since the day MDMA and LSD had met THC
They became inseperable to me

Words Of Harfouchism

Just bored i
#thc   #lsd   #mdma  
I ate an lsd apple
John Lenmesin

no sleep in weeks
no justice no peace
minutes lie, dream eyes
pen scribbles
rise is to realize
parka as a pillow
AM to PM to AM
rest subway car.
Alone by the guy
with a knife.
He gaze icy
I threw my brass knucks
over the Brooklyn Bridge.
So I Butthead chuckled
Started cockadoodle doing
Went talking to myself and to him
about how I gave all my money
to a Quadriplegic turned muscleman
in sharp black suit
He inched away.

I kissed the ad over his head.

I was on Broadway.
I sang all through the C train
smelling like shit.
Waving my hands and swung the poles.
People looked down or away
A woman said, "uh huh honey."
tipped my imaginary hat
Bid them adieu.
The subway people
The people
I love you
I just always wanted to
tell you.
Blown kisses,
Still smelling like shit
when was the last time
I showered at a sink?

Canyon voice gathering at the Square
I ate an lsd apple
Jesus was walking
and talking with me there.
Cars beeped
and children floated from the street
to the sidewalks,
lamppost surveillance
Considered same on the list.
We tried to sleep
at a Harry Potter book signing line.
Two girls were following us
asking so many questions
Vibes I seized.
They were in secret sneezing
to an announcer with news microphone,
his cameraman propped up like,
a bouncer.

How long had I
a dead phone?

Looking wreck pathetic
New clear telepathic.

What then next?

The lady in the Met booth
I threw myself at her wisdom.

Mario, my father. Eve, my mother.
Son is a basket case.
This was my most dramatic
Kabuki performance,
away from paint.
Infamous new mind transformation
34th & 7th
the curly dark haired angel
with umbrella, divine light and
ambient electronic church
like "Hymn 23"
Watershed sounds
when she pointed steel tip
at subway duct.
Your God thought it beautiful.
I got up.

She went up the stairs.

"Did you hear what she did?"
"See what? Hear what?"

A brush with a woman in white
whispered," I'm going to her."
Just as she too disappeared.
The man looked at me blankly.
Just what I had feared.

I cried hysterically following.
Asking people in the station
"Did you see the woman in the ribbon hat
The lady divine with the umbrella
encapsulating time?"

Their faces grinned and grew
into sentinel iBorgs
with fraternal reptile smiles,
I was shit deep in the white.
I was one too, Jesus God, I looked at my reflection in a revolving door.
I kept my head phones
off and everyone was a cop.
Crying, slapped a pay phone.

I knew though, that I had a home.

Fucking apple was wild.

#poem   #angel   #apple   #holy   #nyc   #lsd   #guardian  

In the sickness of you
I'm just a white blood cell
Fighting like hell for you

Oh, I'm just a crack wirh no intent or stash
Apr 10, 2012

Brother don't leave me now,
Come down this way with me.
If you go out on your own
You'll never return saf-ely.

Faces morphing
Colors changing
Hearts convulsing
Ceilings spazzing
Hands shaking
Reality vanishing





Very controversial topic, yet, art at its highest peak.
Kaleena Sue Morgan
Oct 13, 2013

I had a big stage.
Set to the grizzly backdrop of rural Stephen King.
Posts for streets and persecution for people.

But I've seen the suns light bend to the curvature
of the sky's massive hands.
And share the illumination like they were
gifts from no one in particular.
So, bright and light yet pregnant with inspiration
that the ideas refracted off the green grass
and stretched out for the rest of my life
and yours.
The people grew branches
and bloomed blossoms and
smelled of crisp forgiveness.
And you were there, and you and you.

I feel my pupils,
My legs become,
A nimble stalk of grass
Blowing in the breeze

Everything is fucking awesome,
The hand of God Himself could not bring me down
From this man made chemical high

I struggle to pull a cigarette,
From a freshly opened pack
Because I can't quite feel my finger tips
Damn you, Marlboro..

Leaves shake involuntarily,
On the trees before my eyes
The little piece of square paper,
That rests upon my tongue,
Brings me harmony

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