"psychadelic" poems
the world sits on the wing of a dove
being swallowed whole by a fiery goddess
descended from heaven on a chariot of ivy
i am incarcerated by shaking flesh and itching cloth
the road before me is giant and knows no bounds
the graveyard is warm and wet with spirits and dew
and red clouds are born from fire in the dawn
there is an intelligent horse being ridden by a snarling insect
and this man has come to claim our souls
our sunset blood burns boils blisters until a million animals wounded
i'm still alive, transfigure me into a creator
choke up my nostrils with the scent of your ***
invade my lungs with the burn of your god
caress my toungue with the infinite promise
enter my brain from above, and regurgitate your anxiety on me
slimy worms devour a psychadelic tomato laughing
into transendency, an eyeless eel has dissappeared into a pocket
i speak from balconies, from terrible heights, from hastened windowsills
in a million desperate quarrelling cities
this is where i **** up illusion, i give up to despondency
i ring the great iron bell that resounds with corruption, with hatred, with hideous *** and admiration,
i scream and cavort on rooftops alone with a black & blue midnight
covered in electric lights and gunpowder tongues
here comes the disintegration of my mind
disgraced by the eye of the earth and spat into
a realm of salivating light
i am swimming through digested heartbreak and melancholy livers
sickened by madness and homemade bombs and ******
the rainclouds carry a truckload of babies' hearts
and it's raining eyes over the city now
the cry of the mind escapes from waving mouths in impotence
as millions of bacteria invade the brain
may these lines be answered by the bird of the sun
by the worm at my ear
by the sight of my skeleton
by the stench of ***** in the air
by the dead gong shivering through midnight
by the bleeding eye of abandoned dreams
by the prophets in proclamation
by the god of all my sorrows
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 9:55 PM UTC
Euphoric visions
Frantic envisions
Body collisions
Heavy prescriptions
Enlightened by a muse that I was happily given
Unwarranted treasures on the paper was written
Psychadelic notions
Underminded by twitches
Glares of green lights flashing
In the artists’ painted trenches
Heavy prescriptions
Doses of living
Binded by ink from a tie-dye fitting
Zones flowing in and out
Lying down for the feeling
Eyes looking up
At the neon-colored ceiling
Ah, is this living
A euphoric disposition?
Defying immortality by a psychedelic existence
Back under...
To the trenches
And the heavy prescriptions
Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 12:54 AM UTC
Psychedelic prison of the absent mind,
Gambling the sanity and reason
Of the unexpected rotting body,
Feed me up with gracious insanity
And close the doors of this vicious world.
Sniff that shinning white powder
That give you the strength to continue.
Erase the doubts of your existence
And feed your lies with broken promises.
Walk the line of misery
And smile at your end.
You know control, you know the hows
And you know you are closing me down.
I feel you’re weak and you’re driving me insane,
Forget the pain of your existence
And feed the dreams with lies untold.
Take away the shame, the regret
And go, go naked to the ultimate fight,
You no longer are, you know longer know
You lost yourself in the way.
Psychedelic prison of the absent mind
Shut up in your madness
You no longer control,
You lost yourself in the way…
Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 4:44 PM UTC
Psychedelic prison of the absent mind,
Gambling the sanity and reason
Of the unexpected rotting body,
Feed me up with gracious insanity
And close the doors of this vicious world.
Sniff that shinning white powder
That give you the strength to continue.
Erase the doubts of your existence
And feed your lies with broken promises.
Walk the line of misery
And smile at your end.
You know control, you know the hows
And you know you are closing me down.
I feel you’re weak and you’re driving me insane,
Forget the pain of your existence
And feed the dreams with lies untold.
Take away the shame, the regret
And go, go naked to the ultimate fight,
You no longer are, you know longer know
You lost yourself in the way.
Psychedelic prison of the absent mind
Shut up in your madness
You no longer control,
You lost yourself in the way…
Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 4:44 PM UTC
unlike some psychadelic advocacy
concerning chimps...
how about "hunting"
for chanterelle or honigpilz
and then pickling them?
no good?
well... my idea of an evolved
chimp, or taking psychedelics...
wrapping a leather belt,
over your eyes...
beckoning the absolute night...
that the simple,
silk, or cotton blindfold of
the Versailles court, simply can't,
replicate...
no latex... no condoms...
leather belt,
prior to a boxing glove
hiding the knuckles in
st. Andrew's X...
but then... over the eyes...
leather...
and yet... people ingest
psychedelics...
yet... do not feel inclined to
pay secular respect of:
NOT HAVING TO *******
WRITE ABOUT THEIR EXPERIENCE!
having read what was or wasn't
said?
let them pass the needle...
i'm pirate ******* happy
with a bottle of *****
no... my psychedelic
experience?
wrapping a leather belt on
my head and over my eyes...
now...
oh my, oh my my my...
i'm starting to see the lost
excess of colo(u)r!
i'm seeing it!
i must have been a Daltonist
all along!
given:
how can you actually add...
to the given colours?
i've seen one sadist give an LSD
tab to a cat...
i'd love to give such an example
of a "human"...
the mad cow disease virus...
just to see him break-dance,
and find himself...
with a few broken extensions,
should he survive...
my idea of psychedelic drugs?
a leather belt,
strapped to my head,
heavily over my eyes...
preventing me to blink...
given...
that i see the world in colour...
my absolute psychedelic
experiment?
pitch-black,
and then...
a return to: alice in wonderland
eyesight.
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 11:18 PM UTC
my head is a moon of many
in the strange orange
alien sunrise.
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
Turn on the light
to reveal the challenger who is punching palm.
Fear is a four-lettered word.
Brevity is the strongest figure power formular.
Smoke all the sweat away.
Wear fearless like an earned medal.
**** in the cold air,
exhale all the anxiety
and calm all shudders.
One decision is all it requires,
focus on one desire,
one piece of action at a time.
Because you look wierd doesnt mean you're pathetic,
it isnt so bad to be psychadelic.
Drum rolls.
Near the end zone.
The dreadful dark watches and waits.
Focus intensely,
and stare hard immensely.
Self-doubt is the enemy inside.
You cant have enemies floating from side-to-side.
Tell yourself to make it happen.
There is no one you should rather be than you.
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC
laying in your girl friend in a grassy feild with a cool summer breez under the night sky.
we found the perect moment to let our mind fly away when we go high the full moon looks like a psychadelic swirl misting in my eyes with just illusions that ***** my mind up but getting high under the full moon. just that theres no fear to bee seen or pain to feel just throwing the reality of life bull **** that follows us home at the end of the day
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 1:06 PM UTC
I went to war last night;
Psychadelic relics proved that I was pathetic
I come with peace today;
Without a doubt, broke out, going free on my new route
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 8:11 AM UTC
batman doesn't like music...
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
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sorry, but the whistling bits in
the song pumped up kids by
foster the people...
it's just too infectious...
you gonna talk hoarse
or are you going to play
the ******* banjo?
you really should stop smoking:
ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
please, tell me, can you
have a similar conversation
with a superman or a spiderman?
no... batman is a "superhero",
without any super-powers...
just enough assets to become
a richy rich vigilante...
and the ****** hates music...
be prefers the sound of a lamborghini
drill of an engine...
he has a premature ***********
when hearing that ****
and he hates pin-stripe suits
to suggest he's a gangster italian...
he is, after all, a borrowed version
of roger moore's bond...
i'm really going to take the ****
as much as i care with this... freak...
the only superpower is that
he overcame his orphan status...
that's his superpower...
overcoming being an orphan is a superpower
compared to the psychadelic ones
in comics...
still... the music bit...
i couldn't stop laughing when
i conjured it in my head...
batman doesn't like music!
there always seem to be an antidote
to a disease.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 11:30 AM UTC