Lsd poetic representation - "Lucy-fer"

The following is a poem I wrote the other day while under the influence of a certain mystical missy. I aimed towards summing up a powerful vibe I get during treks within a psychedelic journey (as best as I could). This is my first time attempting to take on such a difficult task so flame with at least a bit of politeness, ha ha!

For thisn' here poem, I would love of you to click the link below (or open it in another tab) and play it synchronous with your reading of the writing. Thanks & hopefully you'll enjoy! :

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Lucy-fer
Stall this moment
until luck brings me to sleep,
Swim,
that shimmering silver essence
he spys it Looking Out and back In again.
Fruiting this companionship,
the pulsing groove of the pathway,
the yellows----------------------the blues-----------------------------the reds
and the intensity of the rest;
the best
is next
to enter and take root.
There's the Dosed Decency,
yep, right back here, and how cute as she
Raises the temperature of my spinal fluid;
an emotional pleasure
from this rainbow measure
removes the ten-thousand pieces
and flies them Distant to be
Lost out deep,
with the Limestone Comets.

It's a residue from the experience
gashing realities to the
vulnerable throat.
peaceful peripheral Visions
of the
dagger-done stomache fissions
as I wander wearing this moth-eaten coat.
Too Tired
to complain, to feel, to think,
& who's to believe our doG can grieve?
He's probably just playing the trifles
of the rhythmic hand.
Doing it to stifle
the stumbling
of my mumbling
Mouth
as my fingers graze
with absolute treachery,
the far-out gnarled Coral branches
of flavors ------------- force-fed epiphanies
that fill the Empty bottle
we all call Home.

- PinataP

 

Also, please feel welcome to share your own poems or experiences related as I'm a man in love with listening. Someone....anyone....share some sort of psyche artwork. I crave it!

 

Its easy to get lost deep inside one's own thoughts. To launch into worlds of the unconscious, and peer deep into the fabric of one's underlying mental and physical processes can be so tempting, so inviting, but ultimately shows what was already there. Emotions are not always consciously experienced, and sometimes we just have to block them out because if we always experienced so much at once, then we may just drive ourselves into "insanity", but what about when the keys to "insanity" simultaneously are the keys to unlocking humans full potential? Perhaps the issue at hand is that potential is not inherently positive or negative. Man's potential to create is equally as strong as man's potential to destroy. Or perhaps its more one than the other. Only we can seal our own fate.

 

I look into the fractalized image
that happens to be everything i see
a sudden feeling
suddenly overtakes me

I feel at one with one-ness
peace in a garbled mess
confusing thoughts race
through my existence
I cannot escape my mind
but perhaps I can
if something has not been attempted
how can we know it is
impossible?

My eyes are closed
I realize
My eyes are closed
to open the doors to my mind
to promptly escape
to enter the outside
outside my mind
outside my existence

made that one just now, let my thoughts just pour out over about 5 minutes.

 

A warm summers day
A breeze blows by
The water ripples
Silence

 

water is confusion
water is perfect
water is a machine
an intricate machine
many parts working
towards a whole

 

These are great responses. It takes some balls to share work into the world as most artists can't help but disapprove of every detail within their own creations.

Thank you guys!
I have distributed rep to all of you for your supreme awesomeness

I'm diggin' those two last shorter poems too. Mine always seem to maintain the same length, which is becoming a repetitive problem. Water's fluidity matches all too well with the psychedelic mindset and you guys captured it perfectly

And cognition: I have only tasted upon your revelation in my own personal travels, and yet I could understand your message entirely and clearly. Well done, well written! It must've taken you a load of introspection to reach such an understanding

 

And thank you for your post to start it! You can feel both the yin and yang of lucy in your words. The pleasure, the pain, the transcendence.

 

Why thank you, that is most kind. Since we have a thread going on this theme, I shall post another I made a couple experiences prior to the other.

Poetry really helps me 'digest' an intense psychedelic experience, I can't help but write one out when encumbered with its energetic weight of the occasional challenging revelation
Here we go:

Troubled Ether

A troubled EldeR from lands
far flat and dull
grew an EyE
for exhaustion.
Apparitional Monotony
Formed what he Felt.

As breath tugged him
in its cool gentle waves,
and his tongue tasted upon
the wind's pursuits;
an EtheR formed within.
In front.
Behind. Aside.

At dinner
he sat & he sipped
on a prescription
mystic's brew
of
Mush & Mellow.
Lost fountains
became him
as his stomach eased
into the spiraling reality
brought forth
by the antidotes.

The senses erupted,
Transformation, Manifestation,

an elegant dance
of the melodic suicide with
Fear and Ego.
Visions
of the Ancient Trees
that have outlived,
outseen,
outgrown,
the mess of reason,
to bring forth recognition of the trade
between
Air,
perpetual sources shared;
Bronchial-Branch-Synchronicity
he called It.

Entrancing Essence
took his Shape:
dipped It into delicate Light,
painted It onto induced Exposure.
This EldeR combined the EtheR
with a numbing Tourniquet
that slowed thoughts
to Utter Stillness.

When the man awoke,
his mouth was dry with dust,
his bodily cloth had
transitioned with age,
but the Remedy had
left its mark.

This new Midnight sage
wore a
traveller's grin,
carried
questions of sin.
Rain
became Him
and All.

The village & Its people
Healed
in the misty trails,
mouthing mantras
with each crash of thunder,
And the Sage partly with them
as an
otherworldly presence
between
the colourful landscapes
of the living and dead

 

Btw do any of you guys know how to change thread titles?
I messed up on this one and I'd rather give it a focus towards asking people to show, share and/or to write (even on the spot, which was a great idea, upperlevel) their very own psychedelic poetry.

It would be great to hear even more of what this community can creatively come up with

 

thanks man, that piece of writing flowed so easily when i was coming down. and nice work above. here's a poem of mine:

Cosmic Contemplation

Webs interwoven
Stars collide
From reality's fabric
Its easy to hide

Collective unconscious
Filled with dreams
Enter formlessness
Float downstream

Gates aflood
Endogenous release
Fit for survival
But not at peace

A cold-hearted struggle
Ego's arise
Fight for the top
But whats the prize

Greed, death, and hunger
So how do you feel
Killing your neighbor
To eat a fresh meal

Universal consciousness
All parts of a whole
Faith in humanity
Must set our goals

 

^^^^ That was realllllly good! The rhythm is apparent and flows oh so smooth.

Good job, man! Each stanza carries its own epiphany and is seamless to the next