let me remind you of the lorax, and our rusted moon reigning sepia: i've never seen a face, the banyan roots unified and integrated with the fungi, the cacti, the tenticles airwalking through the swarm. BLINK, and let the waves drift through the ocean of eyes. this unexpected sunrise and now i see the wind. we have something they want we have something they need i gave myself away to the mosquitos(!) who stored my blood for later (maybe i like the itch, maybe this is symbiotic) it started with an echo an echo and an echo. let me remind you that we may need to grow gills to breathe in this liquid Auratica of symbiosis, and the automata spill of five senses fingerpainting in an italian bistro fighting off the boars atop the highest of trees, the warmest of breeze, a man on his knees. a brain slowly simmered by a mushroom a moon slowly rusted by HEAVEN a smogscraper slowly humming light CAST MY EXISTENCE into this watched and weary night an electric eel rubs up against the baby food mushed pea algae of a sunken pirate ship cursed with the greatest adventures we will never ever know the eel goes blind and leaves one sense behind the star was pulsating light years away and i am palpable in this moment of mine LOVE IS AN IMBALANCE OF CHEMICALS LOVE IS A BALANCE OF CHEMICALS
i liked that poem a lot it made me miss california fungus and the mycelia enduced epiphanys like the fact that sugar revolves around energy molecules in our brains and monkeys can play video games
I used to pick psilocybe cubensis on my journeys through Florida, on cow dung. It was very, very strange...to say the least.
your poetry is very interesting it possesses a metallic and future visual psychedelic tone.---------------------------------------------------------------jim art!
I cheewawa, Thank you, Mr. Art- "Everything that ever was is a song that is sung into existence" After I travel I'm going to try and get some of my work published (along with trippy drawings) Thanks to all you guys who read, and imagine
I’ve read this piece several times now… it’s got a wonderful vibe to it, great use of language and overall I guess what I like most is it’s got some depth to it, but the message doesn’t take itself to seriously. It’s fun. Great work here, and I have trouble believing you’re eighteen!
Ah, How could I take poetry too seriously? It's just a bunch of symbols compiled together for various reasons, Some being for images, for a message, for kicks, or for Love- This particular piece was written the night of an all-day shroom trip in St. Petersburg, Florida. Downtown, I should say. I just came home and spilled my psychedelic thoughts into my digital medium//Dreamweaver. This was writ about a year ago.
p.s. Thank you for complimenting me on the vvvviiibbbbeee )))) I live to convert, What seems like create- All your + observations are not what keep me going (the fire's within) But it keeps me wanting to share, and wanting to learn more. AND WRITE MORE AS MUCH AS I CAN Poetry's not even my main thing. S'all about the music
Ah, I had to drive 40 miles from st. pete to Anna maria island. And I was peaking on freshly picked cubensis (that morning!) And... I remember flying down the highway at about 100mph as the lanes were condensing me into Thinness, and they were getting wider... The cars were flat, like pancakes. And everything was in FAST FORWARD. All the cars were just puzzles pieces just moving around, switching lanes, swarming around me. I was blasting Omar. Alfredo Rodriguez Lopez's solo album (the guitarist for the mars volta, the most psychedelic mother fucker alive!) Annnnd i swear All I could think about was "This is fucking crazy" When I got to the island, I walked out on the dock and layed under the clouds for 3 hours. I loved how motionic they were! When I got up, and looked out into the gulf I saw a fucking dolphin. I figured that was the grand finale, so i got back in my car, went home, wrote. (Hendrix on the way
I'm so fucking in love with everything... it drives me fucking crazy and @ work I started crying because everything was so beautifully menacing. My eyes were red. Everyone thought I was stoned. Too sober, I thought.
