"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
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 5:24 AM UTC
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.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 1:13 PM UTC
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)
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
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.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 2:28 PM UTC
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.
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 5:36 AM UTC
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
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
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.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC
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.
Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 9:08 PM UTC
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
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 11:20 PM UTC
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
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 8:12 PM UTC
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
Apr 18, 2011
Apr 18, 2011 at 8:51 PM UTC
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...
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC