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"dimethyltryptamine" poems
Divine Minds Transcend (First experience with N,N-Dimethyltryptamine also known as DMT) Breathe in..Breathe out Suddenly a rushing river of colorful static bounced off my chest instantly a wounded soul I gasped vigorously A count down so unfamiliar I panicked and thrashed unwillingly but there was nothing to hold on to I feared it was to late to deny this life full of fear to accept I was afraid Little did I understand today I was about to see things clear A violent pulsating thunder clapped loud on my left the guides voice rang "It's time to let go now" on my right a gentle voice sang "It's alright, breathe slow" Peace fell on me for I was not alone so I finally let go and opened my minds eye then vanished into the rabbit hole The room fluttered, pulsated then streaked past me A billion nuclear bombs inside my right eye a warm embrace from death in my left My mind and soul began to stretch I was staring into a shattered void A blazing spectacle terrorized with fear stuttering shivers of a twinkling vortex Wrapped in a celestial glow the heavens reflected my thoughts like a mirror I lost all sense of time as new energy began to flow Two alien beings sitting by my side A vast ocean glow bright with radiant illumination all thoughts transfigured Godlike creatures basking in creation Melting clusters of a constructed lie mesmerized by the universe light then life like a new born star flickers in the imagination and dies Looking inward, turning inside out a darkened soul stands in place The illuminated seed is planted now but I will never be the same I land gently inside my body time to close the circle and pray Grinning and smiling at my companions I wave goodbye to the rabbit hole and see the world with clarity
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Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 5:24 AM UTC
The Rabbit Hole
Divine Minds Transcend (First experience with N,N-Dimethyltryptamine also known as DMT) Breathe in..Breathe out Suddenly a rushing river of colorful static bounced off my chest instantly a wounded soul I gasped vigorously A count down so unfamiliar I panicked and thrashed unwillingly but there was nothing to hold on to I feared it was to late to deny this life full of fear to accept I was afraid Little did I understand today I was about to see things clear A violent pulsating thunder clapped loud on my left the guides voice rang "It's time to let go now" on my right a gentle voice sang "It's alright, breathe slow" Peace fell on me for I was not alone so I finally let go and opened my minds eye then vanished into the rabbit hole The room fluttered, pulsated then streaked past me A billion nuclear bombs inside my right eye a warm embrace from death in my left My mind and soul began to stretch I was staring into a shattered void A blazing spectacle terrorized with fear stuttering shivers of a twinkling vortex Wrapped in a celestial glow the heavens reflected my thoughts like a mirror I lost all sense of time as new energy began to flow Two alien beings sitting by my side A vast ocean glow bright with radiant illumination all thoughts transfigured Godlike creatures basking in creation Melting clusters of a constructed lie mesmerized by the universe light then life like a new born star flickers in the imagination and dies Looking inward, turning inside out a darkened soul stands in place The illuminated seed is planted now but I will never be the same I land gently inside my body time to close the circle and pray Grinning and smiling at my companions I wave goodbye to the rabbit hole and see the world with clarity
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an octagon tent wide enough that chucking rollies to the sand made impossible sprawled layers you turned to quote Dali told me how pale blue washed with lucy shimmered skyline into dimension acryllic-smeared sass drips canvas into murmurs circling dilation dimethyltryptamine stains painting dreams on my eyelids with flowerbrushes and silk, mushroom dust gathers in discarded hues on your pallet, where the colors of your irises dry into a nebula of night-blooming jasmine the scent of how you move when you sleep and sleeping is never so sweet as dancing through lucidity with you as my sheets. and i've traced your thumbprint so often i'm sure if it were stretched around a marble like buffalo skin on spirit-caller drums, a globe would be seen in which Greenland is finally proportionate-- the map on my wall always bothers you, but I do too, and everyone does, urging me under the geography etched into the sea of your surface by the crucible of your purpose and working me into empty behind your right below the 22 between i'ching and the forty two names of god clasping your fore in silver copper wound around my finger hamstrings woven like wire kambaba jasper, two to share you hang Tibetan tektites to elevate space meteorite fragments lodged in your helix, stardust blood, mandala sand from your mother, and our tendons wrappe by dexterous carpals make such a pretty pendant of my heart, for synesthesia mistakes not and my addiction to the pen has eased for you breathe murals and syllables never could match brushtrokes of carbon dioxide.
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Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 1:13 PM UTC
an epic (past due)
an octagon tent wide enough that chucking rollies to the sand made impossible sprawled layers you turned to quote Dali told me how pale blue washed with lucy shimmered skyline into dimension acryllic-smeared sass drips canvas into murmurs circling dilation dimethyltryptamine stains painting dreams on my eyelids with flowerbrushes and silk, mushroom dust gathers in discarded hues on your pallet, where the colors of your irises dry into a nebula of night-blooming jasmine the scent of how you move when you sleep and sleeping is never so sweet as dancing through lucidity with you as my sheets. and i've traced your thumbprint so often i'm sure if it were stretched around a marble like buffalo skin on spirit-caller drums, a globe would be seen in which Greenland is finally proportionate-- the map on my wall always bothers you, but I do too, and everyone does, urging me under the geography etched into the sea of your surface by the crucible of your purpose and working me into empty behind your right below the 22 between i'ching and the forty two names of god clasping your fore in silver copper wound around my finger hamstrings woven like wire kambaba jasper, two to share you hang Tibetan tektites to elevate space meteorite fragments lodged in your helix, stardust blood, mandala sand from your mother, and our tendons wrappe by dexterous carpals make such a pretty pendant of my heart, for synesthesia mistakes not and my addiction to the pen has eased for you breathe murals and syllables never could match brushtrokes of carbon dioxide.
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It is year two thousand and fourteen Reformatting my brain I’m dripping Dimethyltryptamine Revelations is now here for I had a vision I had seen. So many experiences now under my belt Unexplainable sights overcoming I had seen Smelling something like moth ***** is all I smelt. I’m setting the stage, I am setting the scene. Actions with matching words having ultimate precision Three times is truly the lucky charm Traveling to a brave new unseen world Is this heaven, is this hell Or am I stuck somewhere in-between? Stepping outside myself I now watch and see Confusing images revealing, turning me inside out Suffocating my mind how is this happening to me? High pitched frequency dialing in my ears are now ringing Disconnected words lost why is he now not singing? Honing on each and every instrument in his band Everything that is happening to me is because I had again awaking my pineal gland. (SirCARSr. 1-8-14)
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
Ctrl-alt-delete
Opening my heart, opening my mind; I inhaled without regret and watched the world unwind. Comfortable in my non-proverbial sling-shot, I was catapulted from this Earth, out of my body and into Hyperspace: a sight of radiant splendor. Streams of bright, neon color soaked through my vision, illuminating the blanketed brilliance of the experience. This eternal round-about spun in wide circles around my being, rapidly gaining speed, taking flight. Time broke apart; it's pieces: fractured, severed and split into the expanse that lay all around me. The walls glistened; scintillating with fervent sparkle, a shimmering twinkle of prismatic grandeur. Breathing deep, I felt my spirit begin to return. With limbs outstretched I grasped for the reality I had just barley touched with ****** fingertips. Eyes opening back to the shadowbox of this existence, a singular tear escaped. Reappearing, I wept.
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 2:28 PM UTC
Dimethyltryptamine
www.soundcloud.com/nethersky/crimson-red Just hold my hand and let me walk you into destiny, with every beat, you hear keep dancing as the speaker bleeds. Look inside my eyes and see the magic energy, for I have come to earth to find the master of the keys. (chorus) Bright lights from the sky falling down, hear me cry, I am ready to go. Hold tight as we fight for our lives, stand your ground, as we defend our home. Do not run away, do not be afraid, the real enemy is fear in the brain. We come to earth to remove the pain, we fear you all have gone insane. Surrender, sacrifice, sing-along, dance to the music, everybody 'work it' Dimethyltryptamine, the green people step out of the curtains. You open up your third eye, let your brain reset, re-circuit. Journey through the nether sky and join us as we dance and worship. (chorus) Bright lights from the sky falling down, hear me cry, I am ready to go. Hold tight as we fight for our lives, stand your ground, as we defend our home. It is easy to be afraid of things you do not know, the monster in the imagination always seems to grow, bigger than the monsters in the world we all well know. Deep in outer space, a beacon sends a signal, bright lights fall like a million flaming thrones, people run in fear and hide their children in their homes. Leaders of the world launch military drones, to eliminate the threat, now you know the world is a war zone. Thunder, until the sky is bleeding, until the rivers of the world are running crimson red, crimson red. (chorus) Bright lights from the sky falling down, hear me cry, I am ready to go. Hold tight as we fight for our lives, stand your ground, as we defend our home.
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Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 5:36 AM UTC
Crimson Red
www.soundcloud.com/nethersky/crimson-red Just hold my hand and let me walk you into destiny, with every beat, you hear keep dancing as the speaker bleeds. Look inside my eyes and see the magic energy, for I have come to earth to find the master of the keys. (chorus) Bright lights from the sky falling down, hear me cry, I am ready to go. Hold tight as we fight for our lives, stand your ground, as we defend our home. Do not run away, do not be afraid, the real enemy is fear in the brain. We come to earth to remove the pain, we fear you all have gone insane. Surrender, sacrifice, sing-along, dance to the music, everybody 'work it' Dimethyltryptamine, the green people step out of the curtains. You open up your third eye, let your brain reset, re-circuit. Journey through the nether sky and join us as we dance and worship. (chorus) Bright lights from the sky falling down, hear me cry, I am ready to go. Hold tight as we fight for our lives, stand your ground, as we defend our home. It is easy to be afraid of things you do not know, the monster in the imagination always seems to grow, bigger than the monsters in the world we all well know. Deep in outer space, a beacon sends a signal, bright lights fall like a million flaming thrones, people run in fear and hide their children in their homes. Leaders of the world launch military drones, to eliminate the threat, now you know the world is a war zone. Thunder, until the sky is bleeding, until the rivers of the world are running crimson red, crimson red. (chorus) Bright lights from the sky falling down, hear me cry, I am ready to go. Hold tight as we fight for our lives, stand your ground, as we defend our home.
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she gets you always a rattle before she strikes vitality immortality in vitro wisdom intrinsic are you starting to get it? Gaian getting high in something not in short supply the serpent’s vine so divine initiate awakenings transmutations and healing sharpening intuition bringing to fruition and feeling earth medicine grounding and connecting dimethyltryptamine a single entity going round and round seeking peace the snake of life she gets you always a rattle before she strikes
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Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
Snake of Life
i feel like **** and god **** do i love it. i drag my self from room to room, my eyes focused on the clocks tock. i don’t hear a knock on the door my feet drag on the floor. my head lays on the desk and thats when i feel my second best. I hull myself to the driver side door wishing i could just throw it in reverse and slam my foot to the floor. but not before i see you come around the corner. i throw up two fingers to signal to you that i see you. i just sit and smile for a while till you come around the passenger side door, throw your backpack in the back. were both so tired but when we look into each others eyes there is a shock a spark like art when paint connects with canvas and a masterpiece is made, when your falling in a dream and just before you hit the ground you wake up our bodies are sent a sudden pulse of energy. it truly isn’t enough to describe when happens in my brain the thousands of chemicals responsible for these emotions i can’t name them all. call me a ****** because i am addicted to the high i get when looking in your eyes. i feel Dimethyltryptamine because when i with you i real life seems like a dream. my Dopamine levels are off the chart i can’t control this smile. my Serotonin levels are uncertain because when i look into those eyes i forget the world my movements are awkward and automatic, but while my hands are shaking i am calm in your presence.
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC
feel like **** but i love it
Electronic microscopic unlimited data storage reprogrammable detachable secure and hidden in a cute red ribbon. It holds some files that might make you cry your eyes out. Photos of dead things and living things one after another. Pixilated imagery redefines your minds third eye and its natural production of dimethyltryptamine its very mean to think that death smells good in mass. Sensory data, delete. Forget about it child your too young to think its crazy, and abnormal don't be abnormal, it is dangerous to be too free because in freedom you can become a little dumb loose your mind forget what living is. Go plant a flower or a tree take a walk sometime its healthy to move. Because you talk about how stagnate society is getting wail you sit there every day out of your mind exploring something you cant even see or feel. It's really silly to try to get something out of nothing, but data.
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Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 9:08 PM UTC
electrode
What is it when your dying That makes you feel so alive? Synapses shorten Moment lengthens There is no time Only right now as forever Birth and death It all begins and ends the same way And you'll find that in your dreams There is spirit Inside of you As a molecule Find it Breathe it in Let the colors be more beautiful This life be more meaningful Die or be born Dream You burst into this place Its always inside you Just waiting for your realease The central exhibit for the presence of the other in the human world
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 11:20 PM UTC
dimethyltryptamine
my view of tomorrow's imminence is refined with each rising sun wasted time is worth little to the impatient mind immortalized is a focused consciousness before dawn a clock stretch thoughts are things that fly carrying one beyond the truth and lie in bitter refusal to land resulting in a dark symbolic lead illegible to those yet to see as much
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Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 8:12 PM UTC
Melatonin and Dimethyltryptamine
dimethyltryptamine You claim you were all dust, and so collect you must The mysteries, to put yourself in misery Everything that’s uncertain, you’ll figure out how it’s working from right behind that curtain Well you’re so **** certain life will come clean; I mean it will explain everything when you use those chemicals I wish you would quit running in circles. Just try and catch your breath or you’ll run to your death. Dimethyltryptamine Well you seem like a trip to me I don’t know if it’s true, but I wish I’d forgive you Whenever you’re with me, you claim to have met me before I knew myself, now I don’t know if I do but, I know it’s not you that I’m looking at So don’t be fooled by everything that you think you’ve seen It’s just dimethyltryptamine
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Apr 18, 2011
Apr 18, 2011 at 8:51 PM UTC
Something new but nothing new
If you were to ask a scientist How old is the dirt? What color is the rain? What are dreams made of? They would reply in the most scientific way possible. 3.9 billion years old. It has no color, it is water. N, N-Dimethyltryptamine causes dreams. If you were to ask a poet; As old the Earth... The favorite color of the unseeing What your mind is too afraid to say consciously...
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
The Meaning of Life is Still 42