I know not many people are big on poetry, but I find that I can come up with some good stuff sometimes.
Shroom'd
Exploration is a necessity without it, there wouldnt exist the "rest of me" the complexity of the inside, the simplicity of the outside. How do you learn yourself? Its that bag on the shelf. Another of "Gods" forbidden products allows you to sink into that aquaduct of information on the inside the thoughts, feelings, and memories of the other side. Its quite a ride, its where ive been and youll go there with my friend Psylocybin. ---
Psyche
The road goes through a deep path, hidden. The picture is unreal in words, does that make it forbidden? This is a quest through the psyche Does it come to a rest? Is this the true me? Nearly nostalgia, the path empty except I Alone trodding... What might i unlock? Worlds lie down the paths. What could this signify? My true energy. ---
Once again...
Swept aside into the air Did they know, did they care? Surrender, float lightly, wander Indeed, ponder Do they see the hues? Interesting views. Light up the night? or darken the light no matter the quest... Theyre at rest. The energy of souls, the spirits of wholes Fly not into the dark for the spark of light can and will provide might ---
Failure of Humanity...
The animals whisper, the animals move, its as if to prove humans are the least intelligent and the most adamant. Creatures adapt, creatures thrive but not for humans, theyre too stupid to survive. ---
Nocturnus...
As day turns to dusk, and dusk to night I walk outside, may there be no light. The wind whistles silently And I, alone, trod gently. Look above, thousands of dots, Could it be that each represents thoughts? Ideas passed, reasonings jailed How could it be that creativity failed?!
A dot of light on this cold winter night. A smudge of colour Exist these stories of past and lore. A history on the outside, Chemistry on the inside.... A distance too vast for time to outlast.
This is a place, frozen in time Where even beauty is sublime. Carry on through the trees, Face into the breeze. The moon, tis but a sliver And I, solitary, shiver. Possibilities are endless, Theories, relentless.
A streak through the sky Catches mine eye. Draco through Lyra Leo through Libra. A fleck of dust, of cosmic debris This is a scale in our galaxy.
A massive black hole could hold the key to a door, A database of history, love, and lore. And yet as I travel, time grows late I must return, for I know not of my fate.
So to the heavens, the beauty, the colours above.... In due time, greet me with love. ---
Black Acres
The park of Black Acres, of makers, of takers lays in the recess Stays at rest, at rest until the awakening the spooking, the freaking takes the takers, the makers, The trees hear not their cry, Their sigh, their sigh the water hears not their plight their fight, their might The black clouds hear not their depsair Their nightmares, their frightmares only can I hear their hapless bind, for they are crying, crying, crying in my m-i-n-d ---
An understanding...
The stars above, the earth below i inhale and begin to glow the thoughts, the pain, "What do you gain?" Insight, foresight Why be under the influence? in my defense... the contents of life the beauty of life spill out, falls in part Appreciation of art and of music. "Why do you use it?" I dont abuse it why do you care? shouldnt it be fair that everyone treat themselves as ourselves, freedom of choice, talk with a voice create an illusion, a digression. The addiction to oil proves only to foil our inner curiosities, our inner energies Stop the fighting, whats wrong with flying in the head from a drug, a substance with a reputation of thugs, crimes, and other bullshit. You know what? Fuck it, get lit Since when did smoking weed create a power hungry greed? Who decided that plants arent allowed any chance? Oil causes greed... whats caused by weed? only a feeling of one between souls, stars, and the sun. ---
Enjoy. Comments? Critique?
I've written these over the past 4 or 5 years.
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