#psilocybin
🅿ortals bloom in the fractures of thought,
🆂pirits whisper where logic is caught.
🅸llusions melt into spirals of bone,
🅻abyrinths forming where seeds were sown.
🅾bsidian dreams drip slow like rain,
🅲olors reshaping the edges of pain.
🆈earning minds slip past the skin,
🅱reath becoming a silent hymn.
🅸n the mind’s cathedral, shadows spin..
🅽othing is lost, only awakened within.
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 6:51 AM UTC
There is magic
strewn through the mind,
but instead
we stare at screens
believing in artificial light,
supporting distorted needs
only to give up
before we ever try
So I will become a one man army
charging into
silent darkness
asking the forbidden questions
allowed,
“why are we completely remiss?
So imbued in
tranquil doubt
to the point of mass
ignorance?”
“Is there underlying reason
why we are hollow?”
It is hard to retain meaning
in this war without
illuminated arrows,
guiding a way to the finish line
of our self-corrupted
sanities
A mushroom acts
as the only beacon,
showing mercy within chaos,
symbolizing an
unspoken promise
of serenity to be found
if we stop rejecting the world
and listen,
instead of sitting around
expecting everyone else
to make a difference
Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 3:24 AM UTC
An inkling of
something authentic
laced in Psilocybin
decides to reminisce-
she stood there once again
brown eyed and secret filled,
a testament of time
and how it can’t heal the ill
Thought I was spent,
but it’s those days of my youth
when nothing needed
to make sense
where I traced the message
as it connects:
an answer undesirable,
still honesty none the less
Hope straightens its back
as I attempt to settle the past
and grasp at the present,
assuring that ego will learn
how to just let things happen
How to ride the
unknowable wave,
and sense these gentle
reminders
that there is no escape
because we are
simply messengers
conscious for reasons
understood
only when in symbiosis
with Mother Earth
Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 1:59 AM UTC
When the sky is blue
And the day is open
The vibes are good
Waiting to be chosen
A long hike ahead
It might be
Or just another day
Chilling under the tree
Whatever it is
I chose today
I'll pop a cap
A fly away.
Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 11:51 AM UTC
Take me away to that secret place
Where consciousness transcends all time and space
Somewhere over the rainbow?
Well, that I really don't know
However
That doesn't much matter
Although it's without a doubt within the realm of the mad hatter
Color is candy and music is air
And everything you see has just a little more flare
Light me up and help me to see
That everything in my life is ultimately a reflection of me
Love is not an action but a state of being
The birther and seed of all other feeling
Divine by default
No need for redemption
My spirit has never known such peace as this
Being embraced by the source of all there is
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 1:43 PM UTC
I see
swirling colors
all around me,
they are moving
to quickly for me
to focus my gaze.
I am
in another dimension,
following fractals
through space and time.
I feel
the world around me
moving slower,
speaking to me
through patterns and colors.
I am
lost in fields
of iridescent flowers,
following the path
of my ancestors
to the holy
tree of knowledge.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC
Hello Mr Shroom man
I ask you how things are
Hello Mr Shroom man
I ask how things should be
You return to me with, 'Look,
Inside yourself you're shook
It's a reflection of the state
Said shaking's shall negate
The atrocity around...'
sound
'...How you choose to engage
Your emphasis on form
I'm sorry that's ok'
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 8:07 AM UTC
The earth was grounded
Everything was grounded
And for that matter
It was a matter of colour
And perception
Which had helped me
Search for the connection
I cried in joy at all
And the sounds of all
Which had brought me closer
To the peak of which I had came
My head was a river
And the burning tears came
Within the joyous excitement
I was ecstasy as they were
Creatures of purpose
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
Immersed so deep
Questioning the way of the sheep
Sheep who conform to this reality
Without so much as a peep
They might begin to realize
Just what they're missing
If they saw the world through my eyes
I wish I could share this vision
With more than just words
This reality is derision
This mockery for the birds
Some may call it escape
Looking at the world through open eyes
But when your pupils begin to gape
You can see through the lies
So partake and open yourself
To a world of beauty and wonder
These are my trippin' bawls
I hope they make you ponder
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
there's nothing a clock can tell you that you don't already know. but me? i can tell you anything.
just ask.
there's no reason why you shouldn't be able to see the teeth you have on the outside. those ones that make others hurt on the inside?
let's just go back to that reality we agreed on as a species, ok? maybe then we'd be able to move along...
...we could, but someone always gets hurt.
put those teeth away.
and you? you think that solving a problem will make things better?
you're forgetting someone.
you're forgetting something.
you don't have all the answers, you just make **** up you ******* liar.
but it's not lying to you, is it? no object is lying to you?
but it's not lying to you, is it? you don't consider this a lie?
it's OK, because you convinced yourself of your lie. you made it true and shared the core "knowledge" so others believed you. that's a lie.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC