"psychedelics" poems
Stand up on top of your castle
Watch all the pretty lights dance
Come down to join in the party
Trip out and dance
Lucy makes everyone happy
But confused
The outside world is fun one
But inside
There's a whole nother fun you can use
Psychedelics will open your mind
To the world outside
and the one within
Which are both seperate
and the same
You can't just be focused on the outside,
The pretty things,
The fame
Inside it is beautiful,
Spiritual
Quiet and secluded
With too much outside
Your brain can get deluded
X and acid, TCB
DXM and DMT
**** and *****
All the drugs you use
Can be abused
That bass can make you lose your mind
Go blind
With all the bright lights
Until your mind's not the only thing you can't find
Unwind
Sit inside Zack's truck
And take some down time
Get your mind unstuck
This place is beautiful
These people are trippin
But if I see one more hot ***
I'm gonna lose my loose grip
and
****** is not sexuality
Peace, Love, Unity, Respect
Help you out when you need it
What's given out is given back
Aesthetic
is a beautiful
but
overwhelming
experience.
Jun 20, 2010
Jun 20, 2010 at 8:51 PM UTC
Psychedelics are akin to Mysticism
but that does not at all begin to mean
that one must do Psychedelics to be Mystical;
it simply means that in the proper context
Psychedelics can reveal the importance of things
the significance of "it all";
the inherent Mysticism
to which we ourselves
are akin.
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 8:43 PM UTC
If you had the opportunity to live a high-risk lifestyle, would you?
I'm not asking this to be derogatory, nor to be accusatory
I simply want you to think on
what it is
to live a high-risk lifestyle.
As a mass, we seem to think of it as an undesirable thing.
Now, isn't that just ******* quaint?
Probability favors a percentile:
That which is unique enough
to leave it's mark
on our realm.
That includes us.
Risk, unless done in ignorance, is the acceptance of probability
More specifically, the pursuit of the more improbable chance.
Perhaps when you think of high-risk, you think of constant parties
perhaps of ***** needles, and/or STIs
unprotected *** or doing psychedelics
but I ask you to ponder
just how high risk Life is to begin with:
Some wish to claim that Life is a granted gift
by some benevolent Father figure who has our back, (but not theirs)
but I say that's just selfish, arrogant and, frankly, quite foolish to claim.
This Universe was not made for us and us alone
as if we were some sort of Sims for a bipolar teenage boy on *******
We were not molded after anything intelligent
with the exception of the Universe and her Nature itself.
The probability of the Universe existing is not %100.
The probability of the particular combinations of atoms within the strands of DNA in your body
are not "guaranteed" to occur. Ever.
But they did.
They. Did.
They.
*******
Did.
As if the Universe were the soil to the roots of our existence
and Her Energy is as the water to the roots
and her Chemistry allows it all to happen.
And her physical laws, for lack of a better term, allow that to happen.
On top of that, you ******* exist! You! In particular!
With your experiences, thoughts and feelings, insights and interests, passions and even DNA!
You! Wonderful, temporary you!
Mortal you. Ethereal you. Spiritual you. Intrinsic you. Extrinsic you.
You exist, if nothing else, in a relative way.
There is no way to be certain.
What are the friggin' odds on anything existing at all, let alone you?
There is no way to be certain.
If you could bet on your existence, would you?
There is no way to be certain.
Nothing is granted; everything is permitted by the brain.
There is no way to be certain.
Perhaps it is deeper than that. I hope and think so,
yet, there is no way
to be
certain.
~Addendum!~
Statistically, about 93% of people accounted for by census information who have lived-
have died.
Statistically, that gives you a 7%ish chance of surviving this life!
That seems like a high-risk Life, to me.
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 12:38 PM UTC
When I was a kid all I wanted to do was smoke ****
But nowadays its harder stuff that my body really needs
In my teenage yeas smoking on a spliff
It would seem to be a substantial lift
Before long though my depression took hold
Alcohol and cigarettes making me look old
I fell into a bad crowd, moving drugs that were illicit
My life moving so fast I probably could have missed it
MDMA in my system and I felt so loved
Ecstasy wasn't enough to see God above
I experimented with psychedelics and I had a real ball
But my habits got deeper, and my friends, I lost them all
I turned to the streets to pay for my increasing routines
But my job on the street interferes with my dreams
So now I'm just a shadow of my former self
A syringe smiles at me from the bottom shelf
Sometimes I need a little bump just to get my mind right
But often times a bump can turn into a wild night
Sometimes I need to get level with some golden dope
But too much of that **** and my life can lose all hope
I often wonder if my life would be alright
If I was never molested on that dreary night
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 5:16 AM UTC
girl full of demons
hospital bed of course
getting under my skin
psychedelics are her life
since she never had one to begin with
unique as a different colored bookmark
inside her Nietzsche book
breed. complacency. man. woman.
everything between
the ecstasy of snow in February
stuck with getting to know you
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC
I have become this Spiritual creature
I didn't realize I came with this feature
Emptiness and stress without rest
Never maximizing potential becoming the best
Human being from my soul I sing
Eyes of a machine
Staring at a TV screen
Seldom do we feel the rays of the sun
UV protection from ten to one
Under the moon Half, Quarter or Full
Remains in the sky while we rot in our tomb
Namaste is what we say
Meditate in our own way
Discovering enlightened paths
Solving sacred geometry math
Psychedelics in my mind
Develop sight to see the signs
Fortune I hold in my hand
Activates my pineal gland
Third eye open..my soul the teacher
Has evolved me into this Spiritual Creature.....
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
in looser terms, your lips touched mine.
slowly. an unrushed parade of sleepy dancers all lost on psychedelics.
more than that, I wrote you a poem.
this poem, and plenty more, all of which you saw and smiled to, during the writing of which you were the 'only' on my mind and Frank Honesty nodded in approval even when my words could bite.
in looser terms, my ***** pressed slowly into your ****** while you drifted from careful to carefree.
slowly. an unrushed parade of sleepy dancers all lost on psychedelics.
more than that, I dreamed you a dream.
this dream, and plenty more, all of which you saw and smiled to, during the dreaming of which you were the 'archetype' on my mind and Frank Honesty nodded in approval even when my words could bite.
you break my heart as often as you make it.
that is the way of true love, I suppose. or the test before the rest.
and Frank Honesty knelt next to me, wine tilted in one side-finger past and away from my body.
he whispered;
'all it takes is a dose of life
and you'll come back to life.
she loves you more than you could ever know.
you know you love her just as much.'
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 2:16 PM UTC
It's nights like these
that make me wish my hands were bigger.
These life-lines aren't long enough
to recite all these lines of life
that'll be running through my mind
even after time stops.
There aren't enough trees to cut down
for all the pages I need to pen these
soliloquies and sonnets.
No, I didn't ride in
on Haley's Comet
but the plan is to still go out in a blaze of glory.
And why do my friends
seem to only hear "Blaze" in that?
Hallucinogenics and Narcotics
Psychedelics and Hydroponics
These are our four fathers.
Oh but by all means
"Try the tonic"
Watch the ***** infect your seeds'
Pipe dreams!!
And so they gleam
sipping moonshine
And whisper shadows of yesterday
Onto memories of tomorrow
While you try and find the rhyme.
Dec 1, 2010
Dec 1, 2010 at 6:17 PM UTC
Vibrant yellow back
Defiant black streaks
Deceptively cute
Solid almost artificial blue unlike the sky or ocean
Speckled with the night
Assuming an artificial rainbow
Small eyes that radiate innocence
And an equally built body
Your diet is of alkaloids
Psychotropic substances
You use them to protect yourself
Psychedelics have brought you questions you'd rather not answer
I've indulged in the natural poisons
I can see beauty in harm, purpose, necessity
But if I let you be, I know you're no danger to me
Though, I'm a little too late
You're delicate and I am clumsy
You've warned me not to get to close, I’m bound to get hurt
I yield to what yearns to cradle your amphibious nature,
so unique to a monochrome world
Physicality is your weapon
An open wound lets your corrosive membrane transfuse my blood
You flood me
And oh, I moan. Action potential discharged, the sensory impulses to my brain.
You stop feeling slippery in my hand as I begin to rust
Little one, you escape my hands
But I am paralyzed
Thickened blood, what went so wrong
Tender in touch, I didn't hurt you
But your defensive, corrosive skin reflected your inner malintent
Black mamba venom indisputably pierces the skin
Harsh betrayal of curious wonder
Black widow toxin, an unblunted destruction of the dermis
But you came in celebrated color
How am I to trust visual credibility of sinlessness
You're a poison dart frog
When the beauty that once enticed me
Has hardened the sanguine essence that filled me with vitality and awe
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC
Um looooooo(yodeling)nely prairieeee
Dissolve my self
Into the pond
Into the ocean
Pour the ocean into the swirl
When my meat lets go of its order,
Let me in the swirl.
If my thoughts and sensations were recorded or something,
Sorry I spent so much time jerking off.
I'd have done better if you'd have showed me the point or the line.
I figure I'm not expected to do nothing.
I guess I thought I was just supposed to be doing "time"...
Out here on the lone prairièéêëeēėe
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 5:22 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
I live my life in defiance.
I defy you with every preference, every decision, every passion.
I refuse to think like you, to dress like you, or to eat like you.
I don't believe in a religion.
I reject modern western values,
I refuse to care for money or for power.
I listen to indie music an electronica.
I read Nietzsche, Walt Whitman, and Diane Ackerman.
I dance to the sitar.
I'm politically liberal.
I ingest psychedelics.
I frolick buck-naked in the woods.
I make love.
I thrive on love,
I rejoice in novelty,
I exalt in sensation in
My defiant existence,
But I eat unorignality.
Jun 6, 2010
Jun 6, 2010 at 10:58 PM UTC
As a lifelong adventure I eclipsed the generation I was grown up with
felt so much that turned wrong and sad on November 12, 1934
should have been born different
I kept up to date and conceptually relate
I would have been honored to be at Woodstock it's like I was there
in my head and psychedelics and mushrooms
were my references and Beatniks along with
Carlos Casteneda influenced me from deserts .
My philosophy grew and reasoned, until now where I see greed and
possessions are so important.
I never lost the dream, though,
of Peace on Earth.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
Your blue eyes drenched me.
Who am I in the eyes of the sea?
Who am I in the eyes of God? In the Devil?
Pour me another drink
I only know myself after a bottle of whiskey and a few of those blue pills the ***** blonde sold to me for a few bucks and *****
I have been tip toeing around my entire life.
I have succumbed to this dismantling fear. It made my bones shake, my voice break.
Or was it the other way around?
I need a head full of psychedelics and a tongue full of poison but all I've got is this milk and honey.
Maybe if I take that photograph out of my worn out, leather wallet, and set it on fire, I will be okay.
Destroy the past.
Destroy the evidence of emotions.
Destroy that old town I've left behind.
I am no where to be found.
I try to seek out myself in every girl I meet. In every drug I eat.
My body is here but where is my mind?
I've left it with you. Stuck on you. Darling, you can keep it.
Collapse on the bar, laugh it off, ask for another drink.
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
Recently I have been dealing with doubts about what my life philosophy is.
Yeah,
Sure,
I love people- I want to spread kindness and love and support and one day actually help people
(Possibly save people's lives)
But then I think about how much I have changed over these years - specifically the last year and a half. I have become someone different than who I was coming out of high school and starting college.
Yeah, it's pretty ******* "normal" for that to happen...but for me it was like an identity crisis. For me it was like the facets of how I understood my ego were falling apart and I was a caricature of who I once was.
But get this:
Since then I have found a happiness beyond what I thought was happiness. I have found some sort of reasoning to live beyond academic success and maintaining an image that is supposed to be perfect. I am learning that my flaws are making me beautiful. I am learning that sometimes I am not even that flawed. I am learning that I don't need to have all my **** together..
Because what is the point of living this life and learning new things everyday if I already did have all my **** together?
I battled with expanding my horizons and what I really wanted out of life. I dabbled with breaking straight edge and found some weird solace in psychedelics. I learned to be honest with myself. But that maybe I can be honest with other people too.
I found love at a different level that I can't convey to people - and I don't even ******* care if people understand.
I found an internal happiness that I want to radiate out but still get too afraid to do that because what if it all falls apart?
But maybe I can become a bit more confident.
Maybe I can bend my own twisted ideas and break a cycle I used to find myself into -
Because I am getting better.
So, if I were to explain my new life philosophy..
I would say:
It's ok to not be ok -
Things come,
And things pass -
Bad things don't last
And people can break through
From chains
Binding them,
Without shattering
Like glass -
But if in some way we break,
We can be repaired.
Because we aren't stalled
Or hopeless
And our past
Doesn't color
The future -
No,
A neon light
So bright,
Colors the future in hues.
Our reality is what we make of it now,
And how we can learn from it later.
So live, and learn.
And shine on,
You crazy diamond.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 8:58 PM UTC
you know, that if you squint your eyes,
and look
at an object that emits light?
the light travels from the source,
just above your eye, impregnating
your cranium with a brain?
funny... isn't it?
all it takes is keeping one eye
closed, and squinting your other
open eye...
and when looking at an object
that's the source of light,
be it a street light, or the scimitar moon,
the rays of light,
passing your camel's eye-lashes
end up projected into your forehead,
rather than directly into your eye...
squinting your eye
while watching the moon,
you see it, a beam of light never
really entering your pupil of the eye,
but travelling straight up "echo chamber"
of your mind...
i think that people discovered they had
brains, but sitting and squinting
at the moon with only one eye...
look here, a minotaur cyclops...
feeling he over-did-it with
his camel lashes, thinking himself:
a venitian blinds' salesman...
i'm starting to see the use of psychedelics
as a bit pointless...
steve jobs was just lucky...
the source of refraction of light
doesn't enter the eye directly,
it always travels just above the eye
into the forehead region...
i never tried it with the sun directly,
then again, i'm wondering that sort
of element exists on the moon,
that allows the moon,
a dull grey surface to act like a mirror,
and be able to provide the suggestion
of: pythagoras on the moon...
apollo 13, go!
find me the element that acts as
a mirror, for light to bend!
to bounce off the moon, and enter
the sphere of night,
i'll give you cooprdinates:
in the range of red, yellow, orange,
and white...
as sometimes in seeing the moon guised...
what element allows the moon to bounce
off light?
so the night might become
illuminated?
please forget mars... answer me this
simple quetion...
i want to know,
what on the moon, acts as a mirror,
that allows solar beams of photons to
bounce off it, and illuminate the night sky?
can we start thinking about
capturing this question, storing it,
and asking whether it can be used to propel
an object outside of its natural orbit?
leave but one eye open, and squinting,
and look at a source of light,
the light never travels directly into
the pupil of your eye...
it always travels just above the eye,
onto your forehead, to suggest:
the illumination of the mind.
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 8:33 PM UTC
Psychedelics abstract One's viewpoint
and thus give One an opportunity
to learn about things in a new light
including and especially Oneself;
It makes good sense that certain schools of thought
would seek to stamp them out.
It also makes sense that certain people
wouldn't be able to work them out;
They open many doors and windows
not all of which are desirable; many are scary,
but many are valuable if only One figures out
how One can learn from them.
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 3:14 AM UTC
I'm into psychedelics and long night of, elapsed time
spent reading poetry, written by obscure personas
attempting to find solidarity
the cosmoroma of life makes me spin
-- is it really 4 a.m again
maybe the third dose of emotions
Are causing my unnatural adderall implosions.
Iv done this before and ill do it again
Stay up all night and indulge
The war in my mind between who i am and want to be.
Ambitious zeal
A thirst for passions
artistic creation
A fear of not being what i want
decomposition on the Hawaiian Island
Lose of whits somewhere past the horizon.
island fever
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 6:13 PM UTC