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 Apr 2015
Third Eye Candy
much like a day is long
when a wink is an act of violence.
as a world is a woman
when a man is a stone and silent.
much like a moon is wrong
when a star is an actual copilot.
how the earth is a pillow
where your head conspires to
annihilate
a dream.

but different.

to the light we shadow.
like immigrants

to a home,
 Apr 2015
Third Eye Candy
in my waking i slept heavily
and marched into the spiral
severing the path
from my step
as only an angel
may deny you .

there, my eyes were feet.
 Apr 2015
Third Eye Candy
you will outlive your usefulness.

you will find a toy that will **** you if you let it.

you will indulge in small games
and win nothing.

you will sink into the earth and be rid of the sky.

you will love someone and that will be unbearable.

you will lose your mind and that will save you.

you will curl around a blow-fish
and whisper in it's ear
the word " relax "

you will never know the reason
you had any wisdom.

you will suffer for your art.
 Apr 2015
Third Eye Candy
pray for blue lemons and you'll discover
the limits of your religion.
dance in a viper's den
and your wounds
will not remember the steps.
or the fool.
 Apr 2015
Third Eye Candy
there
is no revenge
in heaven.
only apple cores
and gospels.

no wine,
only blood
you cannot
bleed.

and clouds.
 Apr 2015
Third Eye Candy
the heat
of your frigid beak
in the spark that froze you -
blasting the center mass
of a pearl of wisdom.

you shudder to think -
because stillness; distracts you.
you are samurai.

if the cherry blossom is a wandering stranger -
with a bounty. as well as your Emperor.

and the Crane, a loon.
 Apr 2015
Third Eye Candy
keep your steam
in an irish mouth missing teeth
or the nostrils of a grey wolf.
keep your steam
in the the pit of an eye
bloodshot with green glints of blue
or in the red vein
that spiders the white flesh
of a soul's room,
like a bolt of blood lightning
in a window.
"It's not about seeing the fractals, it's about being the fractals."
Something a good friend of mine said, wide-eyed and full of wonder.
I knew right away that he was right. The others must be informed.

Tonight vaguely reminds me of Hunter S. Thompson. I can say no more.
'How not to'
preceeds
'How to'
preceeds
'How about both?'
 Apr 2015
Mydriasis Aletheia
Listen to us, immersed in life:
Feel sensation (wipe away strife),
Know experience (and never desensitize).

Let the breeze amble by
touching clothes, flowing robes drifting over
soft air so quiet. Hold it there.

In the name of the wind
that brushes against our face,
Close contact on delicate skin, so
boldly tempting fate;
The words remained traced in the air:

-ALL ALPHA ALBEITT ACE.

Emulsified by dark days,
I used the memories to stay awake.
Keep it clean they say,
But my soul had been stained;
The senses had strayed too far away.

Bent to the will of the chems
they had been rendered slaves;
Surreality does slyly misbehave.

Draw simple oxygen into your being
as an empyreal tidal wave rises again;
The air around me speaks psychedelic zen.
Refresh
 Apr 2015
Mydriasis Aletheia
To boldly go where no mind has gone before.

We are soul-sailors,
Navigators of the spirit.

In altered states of awareness
we will explore consciousness
to the limits of our understanding
and beyond.
We know not
What we might find.

Were existence a sandbox
and the psyche, our playground.

We charter the ever-renewing realms of mind
in our perpetual journey
to define this phenomenal life. The true psychonaut
can weather Absurdus, accept it
and venture on.

Life is chemical;
Welcome to The Entheon:

In transcendention we become
champions of the empyrean.
Our purpose is entheos,
For in our very being
the greatest of discoveries will be made.

We would travel to the hallowed temples of beyond,
A metaphysical pilgrimage (some with use of the compounds).
Our places of worship have no words, we name them:
The Empathion,
The Psychedelion
;
We pray to them, with them, in them.
They are processes, places within which we can comprehend,
A modulation of mental activity, configurations of mind.

Please remember these two things: choice and ceremony.
Dedicated to Shura & Alice Borodin.
 Apr 2015
Mydriasis Aletheia
Ten-thousand mics under the sea
and the stage was an island, stranded
on another planet's horizon.

By Saturn's rings
I saw a tiger.

Bittersweet, I miss that;
The longing, the madness.
I ask: is context all that ever is?
Yes, but there's more to life than it.

Living in Progress, the purpose subaqueous
like waves lapping on temporal sand.
Keep an adaptable mind at hand.

This is more than a dance, humans in motion
react differently. Like sheets of silk, smooth yet trippy.

Acid burn,
Liquid trance
.
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