#psychedelicpoetry
I felt infinity at a minute past two
and I died with great gig in the sky.
The waves swirling over deep seas of blue,
carried me as I waved earth goodbye.
I floated around beyond the realms of sleep,
lost my tongue on a different plane.
I surrendered to the creatures pulling me deep,
into the depths of my brain.
Where I lost myself among colours and sounds,
never heard nor could ever be seen.
Slowly my self melted into the grounds,
where the most merry among us have been.
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 11:36 AM UTC
.
Wrapping the sky
around shoulders of grief,
prepared shuffles of aimless motion
in time,
a hood of moons
transpire to illuminate,
conveying the dissolution
of reason and rhyme,
as logic takes a bullet and bites the dust
resplendent in a cloak
of transparent darkness swirling,
a veil drops
like the final curtain,
with the august play about to commence,
the actors, forward,
taking a bow of silence,
to an absent audience who do not care,
the arrival at platform zero,
of nowhere,
travelling to nothing on a vacant train,
an instant express to the heart
of the void,
carrying hallucinations
*in a purse
of stars,*
Promise rides a chariot of blessing,
yielding a gift
sugar coated in
images and
words.
© Pagan Paul (11/04/18)
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC
.
Fazzy moams on wivvel crusts
carry jazms on flocked pavs.
Rinkulled witty over sark
unburcoaled plinks of bloo.
Serry nark are they cronking
and fillipas grapples in kloque.
Verx on spappled gurns are they
torting through gattering weems.
Fernol wend the schism klone
Glolling fast in clutty pawk.
Scenty flox drozzle by teas
Nisting on cowt rinnalled dawn.
Yurish casts of nash pigoon
stoz over hinty-hanty bynum.
When in merdeen lemp quimsy
dilly noff flyx and wempwarble.
For loofin under korots mingle
At the imtem tong fallop.
Shoozy bales of cremp deflate
and gwample rooks the plisties.
©Pagan Paul (22/06/16)
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 7:45 PM UTC
My words yearn
to wrap around
those warm bodies
breathing poetry
wandering in their beatnik gypsy mountain time
dancing in the citrine champagne universe
pouring daybreak stardust into hands
getting a buzz from the indigo vibrations
tickling the wild child turquoise flowers
blossoming from their hearts
opening arms
allowing my words
to slide over them
fitting comfortably
like a t-shirt or hoodie.
http://bit.ly/1Re2Ubu
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC
I take deep breaths
And plan a ******
To **** the bird that flew
Over the crow's nest
On a summer night
I feel the warmth
Of the day not yet done
The sound of laughter
Is all around me
This is cool- I say
I find myself lying on a surgery table
Holding an apple in my hand
I throw it against the floor
And landing there
It bursts into a million
Children of my mind
Spreading into every
Country on the planet
I am the new master
As my children grow and grow
Still in rags I speak
And throw my thoughts into a bin
Their work is finished you see
Still the sound of laughter
Carries on around me
Living is easy
With your head
In the clouds
I saw- and still I hear
The giggles and noises
Of delightful romances being
Born
These should be mine
But they are not mine
Such things are little more than
Mist or whispers
Promises not yet realised
My children sympathise
And bringing me a woman
To sit with me in the tall grass
Together we shall
Plan a life instead
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 8:32 AM UTC