i wrote this poem about my trip on mushrooms last friday. 3/31/06. any and all comments are appreciated.
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my tea is ready
got an urge to trip, and im feeding it
because this sweet tea i've brewed
has a special ingredient
drink it down easy
nice and slow
by the end of the cup
ive got a nice warm glow
i roll 2 blunts cuz i wont be able to later
i might be tripped out, seein flyin alligators
but somethin tells me that im gonna have a good time
release all of the stress thats been weighin on my mind
sit down for a twenty minutes and i start to get anxious
my stomach starts to bubble and things are startin to get heinous
i run into the bathroom and make it to the sink
throwin up what i just drank, its lookin purple and pink
cold water on my face feels like nectar from heaven
i can feel the touch of God, He says my sins are forgiven
i sit back in the stool and stare into the mirror
breathing hard and seeing everything clearer and clearer
once i catch my breath i venture back downstairs
heading to the back yard because its beautiful out there
i step through the door and into the sunlight
i am instantly reborn and i can hear with my sight
the warmth of the sun embraces my body
i light up my blunt to get this trip really started
as i smoke and marvel at the glory of God
i thank him for my friends, my family, my squad
i finish off the blunt and survey the scene
i cant believe my eyes, theres a fucking trampoline!
how had i forgotten that was there this whole time?
my brain is doing flips, but my stomachs feeling fine
i really start to trip and drift away in my mind
i climb on the trampoline and lay down
looking at the clouds and listening to the sounds
i can hear the clouds drifting away in the wind
faces and souls appearing again and again
i can hear ants crawling underneath the trampoline
i don't mind them though, they aren't harming anything
then i see patterns form all across the sky
geometric shapes and a tunnel where i can fly
an endless void thats indescribable
that must be why they left it out of the Bible
because the only thing that exists out here
is God and i and i have no fear
i have left my body and i have no sight
but i can feel my God, with all his might
but he is tender, kind and gentle
we do not speak, he is not judgemental
an eternity or three goes by
then i open up my eyes
how long was i in the presence of the all mighty power?
struggle to check the clock, its only been an hour!
its not my time to die just yet
but i have opened up my eyes a bit
now i that the see the trees have faces
i laugh and laugh until my face is
crimson
then i calm down and gain control
it hasn't been long, ive got a while to go
laying back down i see the tree banches grow
they shift, shrink, turn inside out and then begin to glow
i concentrate and pull them to me
some from miles away
i listen to them, laughing with them
light my blunt of purple haze
the sun is setting and all the colors are in the sky
ive never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life
he shines at me through the trees
i feel a gentle breeze
and then the star has faded into the horizon
gone until tomorrow. i begin to grow cold
i wander back into the house
put on the Doors, lay on the couch
music takes me far away
i swear im not myself these days
right now i feel like my true self
and i walk around like someone else
the ceiling fan is off and the blades begin to melt
they stretch down to the floor and then tighten like a belt
up and down they go for several hours more
all the while dancing to Morrison and the Doors
sometime later i wake up
my only thought is "what the fuck?"
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