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 Jul 2013 drew maidment
Auroleus
I defecate in forms of riches
In the pockets of you *******;
Strangle egos with my hold,
Suffocate the young and old;
Thanks to man I'll never perish,
As long as something's there to cherish;
I have everything you need--
I'll swallow you, for I am greed.
Sometime, we should drink together.
whether shots or a glass or beer.
Not too much, but also not too little;
Life is there to be lived.

Bring forth thy favorite bottles,
I'll bring thee hence mine.
We can compare and contrast;
tell tales of times past:

Drink of it and be merry,
though tread lightly, lest it drink of you;
for the Shadow of Dionysus
will drag One thence unto Doom.

We should drink together;
whether shots or a glass or beer.
We should toast to Life; to whatever;
to the Music of Reality! Here, here!

Bring forth thy favorite Bottles,
and I'll bring thee hence mine.
It truly isn't a matter of
"Cider, Cocktails, Brew, Liquor, or Wine?"

just bring forth thy favorite Bottles
and I'll bring thee hence mine,
and I'm confident that we all
can have a **** smashing time.
 Jul 2013 drew maidment
Ugo
99 cent wars, rooftops, Gibraltar Screaming "god bless the fabulous" Christs;

In the eyes of years
Man is king only over that which breathes,
So let's throw hugs in the air,
sit on flowers and vanish to Cook stones on the hips of Cleopatra
with all of December's left footed children

For through the cried ***** tears of furry German banana caskets,
Eternity awaits
In the failures of our greatest triumphs,

So let's dance

After all, Psychological Wednesday societies
Are only good for curing Xbox manifestos and Tuesday sanities

And if we died one day,
it sure won't be yesterday.
Gone and passed is the gold of day,
And the evening’s brown and blue:
Silenced the shepherd’s tender flute
And the evening’s brown and blue
Gone and passed as is the gold of day.
You try to come off as Mature and in command
but it seems that you are little more
than a Child in Adult clothing;

Age may not seem to be relevant,
and in some cases it truly isn't;
but as you acquire more of it, you shall bear witness to the effects of it's absence:

It is not necessary to "grow up" they way they say to,
but it is necessary to become greater than you have been;
Otherwise, you're infantile, at best; a Child in Adult clothing.
...and not in a good way!
What it is you chose to talk about
is indicative of the ways in which you think.

That isn't to say if you're quiet you don't think,
but when you do speak, your words reflect your thoughts.

Beware the Spells you chose to cast;
they're conjured within.
That said, I feel more need to learn to just shut the **** up and think
rather than regurgitating the first things that come to mind.
Psychedelics abstract One's viewpoint
and thus give One an opportunity
to learn about things in a new light
including and especially Oneself;

It makes good sense that certain schools of thought
would seek to stamp them out.
It also makes sense that certain people
wouldn't be able to work them out;

They open many doors and windows
not all of which are desirable; many are scary,
but many are valuable if only One figures out
how One can learn from them.
 Jul 2013 drew maidment
mads
Hippie song circles,
Twist and turn your fate
Show me what's beyond the eye
Taste the absinth and watch the illusions.
Mold me to this earth
And soak me in,
I want to be whole,
I want to be whole again.
Close your eyes and we'll place daisies
In your unbrushed, long blonde hair
LSD, LSD, oh, sweet drugs
Drink my soul and breathe me out as smoke
Dellusions, illusions
Take me back in time
I don't feel right.
Keep me in these guitar kissed
Hippie song circles forever.

— The End —