My hand is numb,
My brain swelled fat.
My eyes untrusted,
My mind wandering.
And this is what it feels like.
Feels like less than a week ago,
Life never showed it's beautiful face,
But now I see it - in all of its glory.
What a wonderful sight.
To think that the bark of a tree could release,
Our criminal minds into true nirvana.
Seeing what which has and will never exists,
Dying and being reborn the same man.
And yet, brother frowns upon this.
Says that it can be dangerous.
Says that it is not intended for use by the lord.
Says that it should not exist.
And yet it does.
And they drink and chew,
Releasing more nature toxin,
Awaiting the lesson yet to be learned.
Our eager mindstates left ready.
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Falling through Space [Volume 1]
PoetryThis is a journey into the world of psychotropic literature. It is a short collection of poems - only a snippet of what is possible when you open your mind to true wonder.
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