sasquatch
August 26th, 2009, 11:41 AM
another poem for you being written now on this thread1 enjoy if it goes well :P
over the hills and far away, as i surf the sonic waves, hovering over endless pains, of dust and poison, worldly pains, I find a place beyond my mind, where i am not afraid. Thoughts of war since time imorial, vanishing in neon waterfalls, as they carve the melting rainbow ground below, talking to alien particles.
See the world we know is run by greed, but to walk through the door is to read, between the lines of policie, to the dream world of the free.
I've left indeed so many times, drifting from the hangmans charms, drawn to the mindscape of fractal psalms.
I'm in the arms, of distant gods, they talk as I stroll wistfully, through the gardens of atom swinging sheep, to the right hand seat of thosegreater beings.
Do you think that's odd?
Odd to turn your eyes to somthing new, something beyond anything me or you can describe? To stick the finger up at all those who run the webs of crimes, and lies? The world will forgive in time those who break the law, those who break the stained glass windows of the real, in order to see so much more.
Can you say say the same of those, who would gladly launch any reposse, against the smallest difference between a race, let alone the colour of your face?
Or corrupt police who smash your face no matter what the colour, then ask questions, tower shields thrust into the crowds, of our great free empire, yet rome was not built in a day, so we'll dance all through the night
Our pupils widened to the Other world, In which freedom Is a word, used for good instead of worse, We stare across these Fields of shapes and thoughts and vines and wheels and pyramids, and slowly hovering yet rooted to the ground, melting spinning upsidedown left and right inside out, strange yet familiar timless fleeting porridge banna split pillow fortress bong shaped and wholly freakish and WTF?, oozing, grinning, singing dancing, mad, flat rubbery and octopus like circulartrisquares.
Of any colour you like, with the hope that one day humans can change, to TRULY value life.
p.s. peyote gives you gasssssssss
Christy Elliott 8/26/2009
Probably one of my best poems to date, and this thread is the place it was created so i hope you enjoy it.
I owe all my royalties (:P) to the power of psytrance,and.. those who know me will guess the rest.
:D
over the hills and far away, as i surf the sonic waves, hovering over endless pains, of dust and poison, worldly pains, I find a place beyond my mind, where i am not afraid. Thoughts of war since time imorial, vanishing in neon waterfalls, as they carve the melting rainbow ground below, talking to alien particles.
See the world we know is run by greed, but to walk through the door is to read, between the lines of policie, to the dream world of the free.
I've left indeed so many times, drifting from the hangmans charms, drawn to the mindscape of fractal psalms.
I'm in the arms, of distant gods, they talk as I stroll wistfully, through the gardens of atom swinging sheep, to the right hand seat of thosegreater beings.
Do you think that's odd?
Odd to turn your eyes to somthing new, something beyond anything me or you can describe? To stick the finger up at all those who run the webs of crimes, and lies? The world will forgive in time those who break the law, those who break the stained glass windows of the real, in order to see so much more.
Can you say say the same of those, who would gladly launch any reposse, against the smallest difference between a race, let alone the colour of your face?
Or corrupt police who smash your face no matter what the colour, then ask questions, tower shields thrust into the crowds, of our great free empire, yet rome was not built in a day, so we'll dance all through the night
Our pupils widened to the Other world, In which freedom Is a word, used for good instead of worse, We stare across these Fields of shapes and thoughts and vines and wheels and pyramids, and slowly hovering yet rooted to the ground, melting spinning upsidedown left and right inside out, strange yet familiar timless fleeting porridge banna split pillow fortress bong shaped and wholly freakish and WTF?, oozing, grinning, singing dancing, mad, flat rubbery and octopus like circulartrisquares.
Of any colour you like, with the hope that one day humans can change, to TRULY value life.
p.s. peyote gives you gasssssssss
Christy Elliott 8/26/2009
Probably one of my best poems to date, and this thread is the place it was created so i hope you enjoy it.
I owe all my royalties (:P) to the power of psytrance,and.. those who know me will guess the rest.
:D