now the fungus can feel uplifted
The mechanisms have become integrated so deeply
that I can't tell which one's me.
Ready, though, I sit in hopes to pounce
upon an empty space that my heart can fill
with explosive gasses and enlightened mushrooms,
until the air is saturated and I'm hopeful to see.
that I can't tell which one's me.
Ready, though, I sit in hopes to pounce
upon an empty space that my heart can fill
with explosive gasses and enlightened mushrooms,
until the air is saturated and I'm hopeful to see.
 |
| mushrooms, lsd, mdma, dmt, cannabis, and light... pure as fuck |
Succubus and Moved Away
most days i don't think of her
but violence greets the rest
precarious and hopeless fool
returning from her breast
i ate the cost of avarice
and crossed to other side
it would have been the end for us
in silence i had died.
so long before geometry
could inject soul with bleach
your giant hands were reaching in
to slowly strangle me
my lioness my friendships eye
abandoned like the sound
of screaming into the abyss
oh who could you be now
but violence greets the rest
precarious and hopeless fool
returning from her breast
i ate the cost of avarice
and crossed to other side
it would have been the end for us
in silence i had died.
so long before geometry
could inject soul with bleach
your giant hands were reaching in
to slowly strangle me
my lioness my friendships eye
abandoned like the sound
of screaming into the abyss
oh who could you be now
Mixed Thoughts About The Future
I've left you standing false at ease
My ruins take this town
In rising brutal from the ground
Legs in step to push ahead
And carry on this life instead
I will not hold back my hands
Until I taste the promised sand
'It's ok' I'll say
In hopes to pray
And dance and sing
'My life will bring
Onto my heart with open eyes
A peace of mind in compromise'
Waiting
We wait to give and to receive,
but time is sparse for us to see.
I wait for love to strike a tone
with delusions that I'm alone,
the moments pass without a chance
to feel the wind, become the dance.
Without a thought that I could make:
the things we bring are what we take.
but time is sparse for us to see.
I wait for love to strike a tone
with delusions that I'm alone,
the moments pass without a chance
to feel the wind, become the dance.
Without a thought that I could make:
the things we bring are what we take.
Segreti
Cradled spawn of impulse held
Upon the chest that is compelled
To spiral down and climb back to
A circumstance that's been run through.
A heart is light in palms of fire
When they reach out to taste expired
Sustinance that fuels these ghosts,
I wonder what their grasp may host.
Upon the chest that is compelled
To spiral down and climb back to
A circumstance that's been run through.
A heart is light in palms of fire
When they reach out to taste expired
Sustinance that fuels these ghosts,
I wonder what their grasp may host.
we are but one;
symbiotic and pooling masses
clustered around the light of illusion
climbing this steep canyon wall
momentarily glancing down into the earth's bossom
i am reminded of the contents of my formation, of my legacy
trust's fleeting grasp
displays the presumption of perception
as a weapon of our mind's fight against the real
symbiotic and pooling masses
clustered around the light of illusion
climbing this steep canyon wall
momentarily glancing down into the earth's bossom
i am reminded of the contents of my formation, of my legacy
trust's fleeting grasp
displays the presumption of perception
as a weapon of our mind's fight against the real
tiempo del sol
explosively resumptive, my hollow sentiments stumble on one fucked up leg around this circus camp fire.
Mission Statement
For the complexities, the perfections, the imperfections... this is all so real. This reality does not dictate itself, it merely is the byproduct of its own innate existence. There is no script, only the relativity of consequence. All that may happen lies in the shifting momentum of all that is happening, and our perceptions of the circumstance that we abide within. Rippling waves of reaction are the only 'poetry' that holds any coincidence, our frontal lobes be damned.
Into the Stable
I am blessed to share this love
Now that it can survive sans insanity.
I'm still just as crazy,
But my perspective has grown
Far past the reaches of singular self.
I can now survive
Whether that love reaches fruition
Or fades off into the obscurities
Of life on this Earth.
In fact, I will prosper it seems,
As my mind keeps expanding;
Fortune and coincidence
Seem to favor my choices.
Now that it can survive sans insanity.
I'm still just as crazy,
But my perspective has grown
Far past the reaches of singular self.
I can now survive
Whether that love reaches fruition
Or fades off into the obscurities
Of life on this Earth.
In fact, I will prosper it seems,
As my mind keeps expanding;
Fortune and coincidence
Seem to favor my choices.
Fate May Be Watching Us Right Now
You are so new, but I felt like I've known you for many seasons. Reflection of the sky, your eyes blanket my land with freedom and cloudless beauty. Like a magnet is in my chest, I am pulled towards your smile. You make me feel like a primal God when I gaze upon you, as your energy envelopes me like the unbroken grasp of a glacier on the mountainside. I would hold you to my chest, lovely being, so the beating of my heart could sing you the only song that captures this awe.
I have never before encountered such a creature, do my eyes believe their sight?
I have never before encountered such a creature, do my eyes believe their sight?
Absence's Gift
Slow like honey,
my will consumes the thought.
Oh, what could I say?
Every moment feels the same,
can't extinguish the flame,
when your honey drips away
into a puddle of yesterday.
my will consumes the thought.
Oh, what could I say?
Every moment feels the same,
can't extinguish the flame,
when your honey drips away
into a puddle of yesterday.
it is wonderful when my heart can speak clearly,
so far away from the machinations of the flesh.
i feel lucky bathing in such expression,
i am reborn into a body stronger than it knows.
i am in love and out of faith
in anything but my self!
I will arise beautiful in the morning,
maybe even more so than at night.
i will protect and cherish
i can worship the deities that feel like home
i could never tell if this was all a smiling dream
so far away from the machinations of the flesh.
i feel lucky bathing in such expression,
i am reborn into a body stronger than it knows.
i am in love and out of faith
in anything but my self!
I will arise beautiful in the morning,
maybe even more so than at night.
i will protect and cherish
i can worship the deities that feel like home
i could never tell if this was all a smiling dream
onmitexturalism
traction's portrait of contention is grey
at least we shared this sunny day
i relish timing of conspired fate
forces i can't contemplate
at least we shared this sunny day
i relish timing of conspired fate
forces i can't contemplate
stasis
my choices brings fortune wrapped in fire,
outside of my will, my failures expire.
call it luck, call it fate, follows me, frustrates,
as my young tethered heart tries just to concentrate
on the things i burned off, on the time that i've lost,
for my current disease takes whatever it wants.
outside of my will, my failures expire.
call it luck, call it fate, follows me, frustrates,
as my young tethered heart tries just to concentrate
on the things i burned off, on the time that i've lost,
for my current disease takes whatever it wants.
Prince of Monterey
Vile like a look into a tarnished mirror
He sips on goats blood and laughs
At the scrambling mortals
Crushed beneath his throne.
Like a statue made of my bones,
He's been dead so long.
Misshapen diamond eyes
That cut open my hands,
And a mind of narcissistic sarcasm
Whose very existence
Makes me shudder and frown.
With this much stench around his lips,
I cannot help but sigh in relief
That he remains seated
In his chair of crushed smiles,
So far away from where I'm going.
Prince of Monterey,
Withered temple to solipsism,
What path will you
Trample and ruin next?
He sips on goats blood and laughs
At the scrambling mortals
Crushed beneath his throne.
Like a statue made of my bones,
He's been dead so long.
Misshapen diamond eyes
That cut open my hands,
And a mind of narcissistic sarcasm
Whose very existence
Makes me shudder and frown.
With this much stench around his lips,
I cannot help but sigh in relief
That he remains seated
In his chair of crushed smiles,
So far away from where I'm going.
Prince of Monterey,
Withered temple to solipsism,
What path will you
Trample and ruin next?
L
Touch my inner child
And walk into my home
Time freezes
Encased in ice
No greater completion
Could climb the stairs
'It's all right'
Explodes in space
And lights the day
That drank my burdens
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Recognize the sounds of fear
my little equestrian tragedy,
for my mended heart
is still in flight.
It leaps towards you even
as it resists your grasp,
elusive and tormented
desire to gravitate
that I once had damned.
One cannot ever avoid
an angry omnipotence,
so I stand in its warpath
with arms extended
and feet planted firmly,
dreaming and awake
with a grin plastered on
my hopeful face.
And walk into my home
Time freezes
Encased in ice
No greater completion
Could climb the stairs
'It's all right'
Explodes in space
And lights the day
That drank my burdens
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Recognize the sounds of fear
my little equestrian tragedy,
for my mended heart
is still in flight.
It leaps towards you even
as it resists your grasp,
elusive and tormented
desire to gravitate
that I once had damned.
One cannot ever avoid
an angry omnipotence,
so I stand in its warpath
with arms extended
and feet planted firmly,
dreaming and awake
with a grin plastered on
my hopeful face.
K
This piece is really fucking heavy, and I don't suggest assuming its context.
~~~
Shatter note in a bottle circumstance
Only the strength left to dance
Portion's present squalored frame
As bleeding mind is set aflame
Palm to sand and face to sky
This is what its like to die
Arm's heart, foolish tale
No love beneath my fingernails
Now to burn this tail away
Before it begins to decay
Fortune's blessed me to the floor
Don't know what I'm fighting for
One day I'll be in one piece again
This all ends, I can't pretend]
to fly above the chaos lights
At hopeless height, avoid the bite
You shouldn't love me, cursed to try
Nowhere left for this to hide
So go away I beg and plea
Get out of here so I wont see
Reflections of my lovely soul
Before today, I felt so whole
No form to take, no sea to swim
As blood entangles severed limbs.
~~~
Shatter note in a bottle circumstance
Only the strength left to dance
Portion's present squalored frame
As bleeding mind is set aflame
Palm to sand and face to sky
This is what its like to die
Arm's heart, foolish tale
No love beneath my fingernails
Now to burn this tail away
Before it begins to decay
Fortune's blessed me to the floor
Don't know what I'm fighting for
One day I'll be in one piece again
This all ends, I can't pretend]
to fly above the chaos lights
At hopeless height, avoid the bite
You shouldn't love me, cursed to try
Nowhere left for this to hide
So go away I beg and plea
Get out of here so I wont see
Reflections of my lovely soul
Before today, I felt so whole
No form to take, no sea to swim
As blood entangles severed limbs.
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