Posts Tagged ‘flame’

mural

Rally around all you schizoid losers and deluded users

Know truly illusion, delusion, confusion

Take each step proudly like someone who knows their own mind

Eat the pill

Until DMT day dreams manifest fields of flame and compassionate atmospheres

Floating free on winds of self-satisfaction

Meeting with aliens in conspiracies of shadows

Depth sounded depravity echoes through cortex

Corrupts beautifully like a shot of purest thai white

A hit of heavenly torpor

Getting with the flow of what nobody knows

Panics of paranoia will not confabulate my deconstructed chic

Or make me feel weak

Lost or lonely

Don’t decay- I’m not dead yet

Don’t fade like evening light

Let my neurons settle and be in each moment

Let my spine align in perfect posture

Focus on the good stuff

Let the bad thoughts pass by.

 

man

Will what makes a man of me

Unmake you as a woman?

An embrace or a head-fuck

The undergirding certainties are crackling like leaves in flame

All so precarious

All so deficient

I’m afraid reality will fall apart

All dreams and schemes collapse to dust

If Trump bombs North Korea

And the whole shit-storm accelerates into apocalypse

And a nuclear missile hits Garden Island

 

Will what makes a man of me

Make me cruel and unforgiving

Is forgiveness weakness?

Is gentle Jesus too meek and mild?

To inspire a man to be a man

When the world is full of baby munching super predatory shark monsters

Victimizing and ripping off all the people who can’t stand up for themselves

It’s scary for gentle people

It’s scary for all people

vibration

Vibration, a moment, a thought

Just like salvation inflation through brine

The pleasures of dreaming insane

Embrace me like cobwebs and wire

But I break through

With pictures of you

Tucked into the ass pocket of my jeans

For I am birthed in a madrigal multiverse

Expelled by a vibrating psychedelic gibbon

Transcending dimensions

Monsterous energy

Marvellous fractal radiance

Sending me into paroxysms of joy

With his waves of optimism

And pantomime enthusiasm

To burst the bubble of consequence

And dance freely in a garden of nude women

Like a flame dancing through air

Or a leaf buffeted on a breeze

Or a most immaculate hit of thai white