Poetry from the infinite

[11:11]

My friend just finished doing his first extraction from 200 g MHRB and obtained about 2 g pure white spicey crystals and decided it was time to adventure into hyperspace again. Previously had very intense ayahuasca journey.

3 grams syrian rue extract was ingested 1 hour prior to launch, approx 40 mg was tapped into ash-sandwich in water bong and sparked up, the result was astounding and documented in this poem. Enjoy!

Also if anyone else has hyperspace poetry I would love to hear it!

The spark of a flint,

A rush of plastic mothballs,

Train careening through head,

Consciousness falls,

My body starts to rattle and pulsate with energy,

A warm fuzzy love permeates, divine chemistry,

Shot into the void at magnificent speed,

So much to see, so much to believe,

Transported through a labratory filled with beings,

Who are telling me not to be amazed with what I'm seeing,

I say ok, become calm, and say bring it on,

A flood of incredible perceptions is then shone,

In front of my eyes but my eyes aren't even there,

They're still in my body, of which I'm still aware,

So how am I here? How does this technology work?

A split of (un)conscious bodies, just like at birth?

But back once again to the lab-ra-to-ry,

With the beings still talking tel-ep-ath-ic-ally,

They say they're are performing some tests and upgrades;

The equivelant of an emotional stomach-pump;

And a energy implant much like a small lump,

Of highly compressed yet expanding potential,

A squeezing and pulling betwixt my physical eyes,

The purpose of this I've yet to realize,

The beings float around on octopi tentacles,

And their heads that attached were shiny, black, elongated bowling balls,

Shifting and swirling colors of bliss,

Swim around through their skin, they're quite hard to miss,

I am then loaded into a sealed, space-looking pod, of which many are around,

And expelled back through the void, and back to my town,

Reconnect with my body, the astral memory returns,

Begin sputtering words and emotions that are hard to discern,

Sit up in my bed, renewed if still shaken,

The power in the spice should not lightly be taken,

More questions than answers but that's to be expected,

My sense of possibility profoundly affected,

Contemplating the event will occupy the rest of the week,

But perhaps I may feel the need to take another peek.​

 

[ambi-lysergance]

cool
its good to see people expressing their journeys through othere mediums so to speak such as poetry, art and so on.
well done.

I must admit and im sure u feel the same my friend that the spice has a tendancy to set a light a creative spark.

i sure as hell always feel extremely creative even when only thinking of dmt let alone smoking it.

feel free to share more of your poetic verse in the future or even better have a poem coincide with a trip report. it would be cool to read 2 creative perspectives of the one travellers experience.

peace

 

[11:11]

Thanks for the positive feedback. Yes it most definitely does set a light a creative flame in me, I wrote this right after coming out of it, it just felt like a good way of expressing it. I may still right a report up as well, that's a good idea too. Fascinating things the spice can show you. Right after my first Ayahuasca journey I wrote a song, or rather an audio documentation of my trip, when I get it up on my myspace I'll set up a link if people want to check it out, maybe I'll write up a report for that time first though.

 

[ambi-lysergance]

no worries dood. all forms of positive expression should be encouraged especially ones inspired by spice.

yeah so get writing man, be good to hear of your journeys. maybe have 1 or 2 of my own in the experiences section if u care to explore.

will check out ur my space tracks as i love psychedelic inspired arrangements and composition. have been known to write some music of my own while under the influence of psychoactives.
take it easy

 

[Spock's Brain]

Your poetry is awesome!

 

[mew]

11:11

i forgot, but is that a picture of Kronos?
what artist painted it, i used to know but have since forgotten
i checked your music out on myspace, tight man
love to do some art to it, if im ever not as lazy

 

[11:11]

Hey thanks Spock. And to suicybe yes it is showing the myth of Kronos, which is the same of as the myth of Saturn having to eat his children because he knew that one of them would kill him and take his place just as he did with his father Caelus. It's called "Saturn Devouring His Son" by Francisco Goya. Thanks for checking out the tunes too man Always interested in fellow psychonaut's art creations would love to see some.

The eyes in this painting are so intense, that's why I like it, it gives it a real deranged quality.