Bowling freckles – experience psychotomimetic calx.
I eruct myself slipping!
Flibbertigibbet eyelid
avulse
me sees double.
Lysergic death tweedle cannabis.
Indumentum Cryptococcus.
Metalousive beings
chitchat
with
a
blarney eggplant.
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Death arrangements and eyelid beings. I’m orbiting the galaxy on your hyperrealism ( see, I remember) Mr Zero. Another journey to the dark side of the moon!
When I wrote this poem.
I had to think clearly about our own eyelid beings coming to life.
And telling us what to see, read, or taste.
I was getting scared of myself for even writing this piece. But I was also laughing at what the hell was I thinking. hahaha!!!
Ah.. yes.. the psychedelic dreamS of reality is a REAL PLACE.. some of us are
blessed to get there with dance alonE.. and others need a little
help along the way with other stuff.. but when i dance
people sense that place in me..
and ask me what is it..
DMT (Molly).. LSD..
Cocaine.. or
what is the
substance
that you are on..
that takes you to this
place so plain to feel
in feeling your
energy now..
radiating
from within
like a Nuclear
Engine of
Energy
YOU and What
then i tale them
Practice
my friend..
JUST
PRACTICE being
you.. as i be me..
in all free ways of
living NOW.. and
then you too..
my friend
can have
some of
WHAT I AM
ON TOO..
SMILES
FRIEND..
LIVING IS
HEAVEN
FOR THOSE
OF US WHO
KNOW TO FEEL
N-LOOK WITHIN
TO FIND IT NOW..
AND PRACTICE WHATEVER
WAYS WORK TO STAY THERE
NOWONEMOREEVERFOREVERMOREONENOWDOINGITJUSTDOINGITNOW!..:)
You know what’s interesting?
When I wrote this poem, automatically some of my friends thought
that I was stoned. And just for the record, I don’t use drugs or smoke weed.
What I wrote here was just me using my pure imagination.
I wanted to interpret something different from everyone else is perspective.
Cool huh?
Not just cool.. amazing.. and glad to hear you don’t have
to use drugs to get tHere either..
that’s the best way..
to control IT..
from
withIN..:)
Yes, indeed. Sometimes it could get a little frustrating because people are sorely convinced
that I literary smoke weed, but I don’t. I only explain myself to people once.
And if they don’t believe me, then that’s their problem.
But all in all, I feel good writing this poem and I’m happy. 🙂
When I was a kid in the 60’s, when others were doing hard drugs, I could get to the same place emotionally & spiritually on Imagination alone; friends thought I was weird. so I hear you, C, & I damn well feel you. I like the lysergically-dipped lines /ego the seam before the cheap rebirth/psychotomimetic provokes time & sound/.
Well, for my money, you’re describing it perfectly, this does sound like someone hallucinating, so very well done for recreating that feeling. And I hear ya, about how difficult it is to convince people that you do not have to experience a thing to write about it – I’m writing a novel at the moment that involves some people taking cocaine… my search engines must be puzzled…
Hee hee hee, you must get me some of that stuff!?! As for the dreams they evoke, they are free, ungravitational (new word?), and in a different sphere, needed at times when then thinking gets bogged down by too much reality
If you can imagine a high like that you shouldn’t smoke at all, it would take a chain to keep you tethered to the atmosphere… Thankfully I have never tried myself either..
I really like the idea of a “cheap re-birth” in this. This is something I associate with all drug-induced transcendental experiences. Very well written and conceived.
By the way, I saw your video. Really enjoyed the Banksy poem 🙂 Keep it coming!
-Each dream we carry
loneliness out-of-body
Eyelid beings, dance is thinking,
explicit the self-become remote sway-
awesome!
Thank you my friend. I’m glad you like this piece. This was fun me writing this poem. I’m proud of it as I’m proud of my other writings. 🙂