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TFDS
Turn off your mind
Registered: 11/20/12
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LSD Poems 1
#17967867 - 03/17/13 09:47 AM (11 years, 14 days ago) |
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Hi guys. My friend wrote a couple of poems about acid when he was rolling and smoking. Thought I'd post them to see what you thought.
Enamoured
We wait,
We take,
We wait.
Intrigued but slowly
See emotion
Feel sound
We pace
Slow steady no focus
Intrigue wonder
Its living
breathing
Its halls like veins
We wait
We sit,
Enamoured.
Pool
It did not begin and so it shall not end;
Fear of the end is a falsity.
Energy never stops flowing, through a catacomb
of channels.
Much as blood flows through your
veins, existence continues.
We are all connected, for no matter
where we are from, it is the same place.
This space we occupy and share with others
is not our own. It is its own, as much as we are it.
It is not something you will reach
through truest thought . A lack of thought is this
energy. Clearness, yet not created. It has
always existed and always shall.
Though a vessel of this energy may
pass on, it is not ended. For there are
no endings. We tell ourselves
we die; nothing amends, we tell ourselves we do
not die, nothing amends.
Our thoughts are drops breaking the
surface of the serene pool. It
is only through absence of created thought that
we may allow the pool to remain.
Though this is a falsity, for no thought may
destroy the serenity of this pool, as said, there is no end …
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Fedor
Yet another psychonaut
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Re: LSD Poems [Re: TFDS]
#17968000 - 03/17/13 10:28 AM (11 years, 14 days ago) |
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Tell your friend that "Pool" is transcendental There's something very insightful about both of them, though, I can feel they were written in a "special" state, or by a person who's thinking/senses work in unusual ways. It is true that there's no end, as "Pool" states.
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TFDS
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Re: LSD Poems [Re: Fedor]
#17968079 - 03/17/13 10:52 AM (11 years, 14 days ago) |
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I will tell him that indeed sir. He was definitely in a strange state, said he didnt remember writing the pool really. There's a third poem which I might post, it's more about his mindset at the time I think. Yeah I agree. We had an awesome chat when we were on acid about that.
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Rohto
The Observer
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Re: LSD Poems [Re: TFDS]
#17968187 - 03/17/13 11:16 AM (11 years, 14 days ago) |
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A New Machine - Pink Floyd, D. Gilmour
I have always been here I have always looked out from behind the eyes, It feels like more than a lifetime, Feels like more than a lifetime, Sometimes I get tired of the waiting, Sometimes I get tired of being in here, Is this the way it has always been? Could it ever have been different? Do you ever get tired of the waiting? Do you ever get tired of being in there? Don't worry, nobody lives forever, Nobody lives forever. I will always be in here I will always look out from behind these eyes, It's only a lifetime, It's only a lifetime, It's only a lifetime...
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TFDS
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Re: LSD Poems [Re: Rohto]
#17968224 - 03/17/13 11:24 AM (11 years, 14 days ago) |
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Ah man I'll send that to him, he's not listened to much Floyd I don't think. Gonna post the third poem he wrote as well.
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TFDS
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Re: LSD Poems [Re: TFDS]
#17968227 - 03/17/13 11:24 AM (11 years, 14 days ago) |
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Mirror
It is only the most deluded souls that seek redemption for what They have suffered.
Things are unseeming.
Though, through any
pane of glass we can see a “New World”.
My hands are unshaking; my spirit unwavering,
but my resolve is breaking.
It is this world in which i present myself;
put on this slim subtle surface, a layer of gloss.
Which i think. They. Call enthusiasm.
The beauty and audacity of it is … not here.
Though i may stare at a glare of
gaudy shinning,
it is only a reflection of the pane itself.
soft spoken.
well presented.
Tired
cheerful.
content.
i am surrounded as such.
Yet, to see light shatter through that pane, and dance and glimmer autonomously;
for that brief sight, a pure lack of spectacle,
I shall, once again, put on the layer.
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