Leon Trout said:
Awesome. Did you write this? I really like it. Give some of mine a read if you care to, I'd love to hear your impressions (i think i have one on nearly every page:wink: )
This is a thing of beauty you wrote.
Cheers,
JBArk
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Awesome. Did you write this? I really like it. Give some of mine a read if you care to, I'd love to hear your impressions (i think i have one on nearly every page:wink: )
This is a thing of beauty you wrote.
Cheers,
JBArk
Wow, yes. I second that completely. That is a really beautiful poem you have there, Leon Trout.
Meet Thy Mother
So it begins, not at the start,
But somewhere, along a road,
A long long road, perhaps of my own creation,
Navigation is an issue, it requires insight,
Based upon intention, based upon love,
A light to be shed, shining vision to the meanders,
My purpose is certain, my prayer is sincere,
I reflect the object of my aspect, through varying degrees
Intrinsically reflecting, pure and honest perspective,
I beat my path through the vines, to the fire of union,
Patiently caressing, the simmering healing,
Embarking on a gentle marathon of peaceful creation,
I pour through the passage, to visceral process,
Which in turn passes practice, through channels,
To the very core of the base of experience,
A sudden release, pushes out the expired,
Cementing the neoteric, consenting ablution,
Opening the very door, paving the way to the ancients,
All that could possibly exist is me, I am everything,
It's all there before me, and is quintessentially apparent,
An in depth study of each single shred of every morsel,
Cast aside floundering, maintain absolute focus,
There is vice and there is versa, maximise the highest attainment,
It's all consequential, judge wisely the equilibrium,
I must give thanks, for the schooling conveyed,
It's a process and purpose, an immutable odyssey,
A bottomless pit of progression, that is in my hands,
So it ends, not at the finish,
But somewhere, along a road,
A long long road, that is surely of my own creation.
Peace
Macre
So it begins, not at the start,
But somewhere, along a road,
A long long road, perhaps of my own creation,
Navigation is an issue, it requires insight,
Based upon intention, based upon love,
A light to be shed, shining vision to the meanders,
My purpose is certain, my prayer is sincere,
I reflect the object of my aspect, through varying degrees
Intrinsically reflecting, pure and honest perspective,
I beat my path through the vines, to the fire of union,
Patiently caressing, the simmering healing,
Embarking on a gentle marathon of peaceful creation,
I pour through the passage, to visceral process,
Which in turn passes practice, through channels,
To the very core of the base of experience,
A sudden release, pushes out the expired,
Cementing the neoteric, consenting ablution,
Opening the very door, paving the way to the ancients,
All that could possibly exist is me, I am everything,
It's all there before me, and is quintessentially apparent,
An in depth study of each single shred of every morsel,
Cast aside floundering, maintain absolute focus,
There is vice and there is versa, maximise the highest attainment,
It's all consequential, judge wisely the equilibrium,
I must give thanks, for the schooling conveyed,
It's a process and purpose, an immutable odyssey,
A bottomless pit of progression, that is in my hands,
So it ends, not at the finish,
But somewhere, along a road,
A long long road, that is surely of my own creation.
Peace
Macre
Doodazzle
Rising Star
I discombobulate
undulate, pululate and come apart
23 skidoo and peace to all of you I'm outie like yer bellie button
Phthalates, schmphthalates--there, I said it
the schm-argument has a legal precedent, I cite the people versus me, back in 1993
I was guilty as sin but me lawyer said "sin, schmin" and I tell you the jury was hung
and so was I, so they charged me with awesomely decent exposure, taking the bench I sentenced my self:
Eternal happiness, endless weed, lotsa sex and good health
Finally in the sunlight and blinking away tears
them kids laughed so much that I buried my soul for years
now dance like a monkey, thats why I call my girlfriend "GIR"
(like on Invader Zim) cause shes is crazy and I'm a genius (like Zim!)
Forgiveness is forever (just like happiness weed and sex, cause I sais so)
so all of you are straight
and when I sing out for joy lemme feel the love forget the hate
would you believe I found a fossil with what looks like a human footprint and just my size
In rock. must be millions time units old
methusula times 20, no wonder I grow so much mold
out cold like Rocky, cuz yer a bum ya bum, which reminds me of booty
--last pretty eyes gave me a kiss and her number. I wish to finger and thumb her, but shant act in haste, rather savor that taste
Right now is a gift, hence it's called the present--and jokey smurf still thinks its funny!
I'm so dope I'm in yer veins
make your trip and make you wet--I'm acid rain
give you kabbalistic nothing and pee and now you've Pain
make you say "gee" and make you "oi" (like oi veh) and now you've joy
Gravity, Love, Will Power, Friction
I Nearly Reached India (INRI) but that last line was a recipe for creating a multiverse
now have at it
just by reading this verse you are now deified
my gigidy gigidy gawd I'll defy and gimme that fire--unless of course you play nice
Final words:
It Really Is A Conspiracy
(they are all in on it too!)
The Whole Universe is Conspiring Just To Make You Happy
whatever shall you do?
undulate, pululate and come apart
23 skidoo and peace to all of you I'm outie like yer bellie button
Phthalates, schmphthalates--there, I said it
the schm-argument has a legal precedent, I cite the people versus me, back in 1993
I was guilty as sin but me lawyer said "sin, schmin" and I tell you the jury was hung
and so was I, so they charged me with awesomely decent exposure, taking the bench I sentenced my self:
Eternal happiness, endless weed, lotsa sex and good health
Finally in the sunlight and blinking away tears
them kids laughed so much that I buried my soul for years
now dance like a monkey, thats why I call my girlfriend "GIR"
(like on Invader Zim) cause shes is crazy and I'm a genius (like Zim!)
Forgiveness is forever (just like happiness weed and sex, cause I sais so)
so all of you are straight
and when I sing out for joy lemme feel the love forget the hate
would you believe I found a fossil with what looks like a human footprint and just my size
In rock. must be millions time units old
methusula times 20, no wonder I grow so much mold
out cold like Rocky, cuz yer a bum ya bum, which reminds me of booty
--last pretty eyes gave me a kiss and her number. I wish to finger and thumb her, but shant act in haste, rather savor that taste
Right now is a gift, hence it's called the present--and jokey smurf still thinks its funny!
I'm so dope I'm in yer veins
make your trip and make you wet--I'm acid rain
give you kabbalistic nothing and pee and now you've Pain
make you say "gee" and make you "oi" (like oi veh) and now you've joy
Gravity, Love, Will Power, Friction
I Nearly Reached India (INRI) but that last line was a recipe for creating a multiverse
now have at it
just by reading this verse you are now deified
my gigidy gigidy gawd I'll defy and gimme that fire--unless of course you play nice
Final words:
It Really Is A Conspiracy
(they are all in on it too!)
The Whole Universe is Conspiring Just To Make You Happy
whatever shall you do?
flow
Rising Star
an its been said he will call us up in the air
i take it as a metaphor for realizing what is there
what really matter to all of us here
why there is no reason to fear
why we walk the miles going no where
our love we must share
to remember the lonely wild old days
to realize its better living this way
loving the self an all others the same
from the divine source we all came
all of us follow our own path of change
for good or ill , we are to blame or thank
our own wisdom to rise from the depths where we sank
the common themes we go through in all of our dreams
all of the things.. great, big or small
likewise the spiral, rises an falls
together in all
we slowly unwind
finding ourselves again time after time
i take it as a metaphor for realizing what is there
what really matter to all of us here
why there is no reason to fear
why we walk the miles going no where
our love we must share
to remember the lonely wild old days
to realize its better living this way
loving the self an all others the same
from the divine source we all came
all of us follow our own path of change
for good or ill , we are to blame or thank
our own wisdom to rise from the depths where we sank
the common themes we go through in all of our dreams
all of the things.. great, big or small
likewise the spiral, rises an falls
together in all
we slowly unwind
finding ourselves again time after time
Dreaming of dreams resembling this
strange reality I wake up to-
My hands; gloves,
reaching out into an abyss
of intersecting rainbow possibilities
stacked.
All of this created
by how many neurons I've accumulated
with the metabolism of lightning-
Everything automatic,
and free.
strange reality I wake up to-
My hands; gloves,
reaching out into an abyss
of intersecting rainbow possibilities
stacked.
All of this created
by how many neurons I've accumulated
with the metabolism of lightning-
Everything automatic,
and free.
toxic8
Rising Star
hold up its been a while.. off the top of my head..
Hark, the soothing night approaches;
Cascading darkness from the heavens.
Now withdraw light, and put flame to torches,
illuminating what the sun cannot.
Look around an in plain envision:
Entities hold now two souls.
The former essence, at sights decision,
gives meaning to these worldly forms.
Always following in perfect mimicry,
dark silhouettes cast by night.
Flickering flames draw eyes to gimmickry,
often missing what is right.
The darkness holds an unknown hour,
and thieves and peasants walk alike.
Muffled screams are soon devoured,
upon delivery of killing strike.
Fragrance of Eve, sweet in splendor,
knows none other but its own,
as Darkness falls, Light surrenders,
leaving Night sole heir,
to the Throne.
Hark, the soothing night approaches;
Cascading darkness from the heavens.
Now withdraw light, and put flame to torches,
illuminating what the sun cannot.
Look around an in plain envision:
Entities hold now two souls.
The former essence, at sights decision,
gives meaning to these worldly forms.
Always following in perfect mimicry,
dark silhouettes cast by night.
Flickering flames draw eyes to gimmickry,
often missing what is right.
The darkness holds an unknown hour,
and thieves and peasants walk alike.
Muffled screams are soon devoured,
upon delivery of killing strike.
Fragrance of Eve, sweet in splendor,
knows none other but its own,
as Darkness falls, Light surrenders,
leaving Night sole heir,
to the Throne.
Fungal finds by telepathine minds,
symbols spun, as the weave unwinds,
A second sun, wrinkled from folded skies:
In this time every stone rattles,
and airborne grain of mineral - battles.
It is from the oscillations of this motion.
and with open eyes,
Can we receive the notion,
that all seemingly solid, is in truth waves,
while previous possibilities are eroded,
as clay towers cascading into open ocean.
This is, and there only was, one moment.
So, in the next earth bodied flight,
carried by the winds' anthropomorphic torment,
There can be form ripping beyond eye-sight.
With chains on shackled minds gone,
True freedom begats paradox,
and these logical incandescences pale,
before the spectra of nova light.
With open hands fixated on,
The arms of stopped clocks,
all known guide-lines fail,
At least -
until the end of the night.
- At peace.
Here's another
A mirror postulates,
the crashing of solar waves,
Reflection, and open gates.
Motion stands still; energy raves.
This is manifestation,
Experienced before the senses,
Projection, free of trepidation,
requited and unmediated.
While flow soothes abscences.
Awareness was willed,
from the nueronal webs,
flooded with chatter of,
piezoluminescence.
Doubt effortlessly spilled,
permeating the undulance and ebbs,
casted through ripples of,
torsional effervescence.
And-
Maybe only by it's name,
"Time Dialation",
do we recieve the same,
quiet salvation.
symbols spun, as the weave unwinds,
A second sun, wrinkled from folded skies:
In this time every stone rattles,
and airborne grain of mineral - battles.
It is from the oscillations of this motion.
and with open eyes,
Can we receive the notion,
that all seemingly solid, is in truth waves,
while previous possibilities are eroded,
as clay towers cascading into open ocean.
This is, and there only was, one moment.
So, in the next earth bodied flight,
carried by the winds' anthropomorphic torment,
There can be form ripping beyond eye-sight.
With chains on shackled minds gone,
True freedom begats paradox,
and these logical incandescences pale,
before the spectra of nova light.
With open hands fixated on,
The arms of stopped clocks,
all known guide-lines fail,
At least -
until the end of the night.
- At peace.
Here's another
A mirror postulates,
the crashing of solar waves,
Reflection, and open gates.
Motion stands still; energy raves.
This is manifestation,
Experienced before the senses,
Projection, free of trepidation,
requited and unmediated.
While flow soothes abscences.
Awareness was willed,
from the nueronal webs,
flooded with chatter of,
piezoluminescence.
Doubt effortlessly spilled,
permeating the undulance and ebbs,
casted through ripples of,
torsional effervescence.
And-
Maybe only by it's name,
"Time Dialation",
do we recieve the same,
quiet salvation.
SpireCatalyst
Rising Star
Strange, is the idea of home.
The warmth of welcome fades into mere acquaintance.
The passage of time dilutes the empathy felt as ties unwind...
Memories, although apparent and strong
shed light on pretense obligation to personal attachment
Yet each passing moment holds potential,
like the lines of a shadow, to shift from dream to reality
The pages of our lives bled dry by the weight of our misfortunes
and re-ignited by that life as transgressions fade and accomplishments take over
These are the times to cherish
These are the times I crave
Tolerable, is the passage of time
Painful and appealing
Exciting and easy
Regretful of the past failed attempts at happiness
Mournful of the easily achieved moments of sadness
Strange is life, blissfully miserable...
THERE WILL BE BIRDS SONGS ABOVE THE FLOODED BEACH
WE WILL BE DAYLIGHT ABOVE THE SHIPWRECKED SAND…
The warmth of welcome fades into mere acquaintance.
The passage of time dilutes the empathy felt as ties unwind...
Memories, although apparent and strong
shed light on pretense obligation to personal attachment
Yet each passing moment holds potential,
like the lines of a shadow, to shift from dream to reality
The pages of our lives bled dry by the weight of our misfortunes
and re-ignited by that life as transgressions fade and accomplishments take over
These are the times to cherish
These are the times I crave
Tolerable, is the passage of time
Painful and appealing
Exciting and easy
Regretful of the past failed attempts at happiness
Mournful of the easily achieved moments of sadness
Strange is life, blissfully miserable...
THERE WILL BE BIRDS SONGS ABOVE THE FLOODED BEACH
WE WILL BE DAYLIGHT ABOVE THE SHIPWRECKED SAND…
Vent01
Rising Star
SpireCatalyst said:
Enjoyed this piece. The images and feelings felt personal. Thanks!
Wrote this today:
I had a dream.
My humanity - scared to take off because of a violent crash back to Earth.
It replays a few times before I summon the bare minimum of courage, if you
can call it that, to let my rocket breach the sky and reach the stars.
Turning around looking for a spot in a tight, rib-jabbing, countertop bordered
deli. Confronted by my demons and my paranoid delusions.
The vibration of reality increases and decreases in a jazzy fashion. A funky reflex
to position my awareness.
I fall.
All around me is outer space, the emptiness, the loneliness but breathtaking stars, galaxies,
colors for the deep galactic forestland's eyes.
A memory comes over me. Was it mine? The people I had interacted with my whole life,
the events that took place, was not real. I'm dead? Is this the memory of someone asleep
in another dimension? Everyone was me.
I look up and see the galaxy I belong to. I expand into we. We fall to view the universe
within a box. A simulated reality. Where we are I within the box. They are our friends,
laughing with us, watching us.
I've already known this since birth. Hysterically playing tetris using fractal actions
that abide by something other than its novelty; other than being different within time
and a spot within space. The tentacles express this; its skin is meme. Ancient yet
personal.
I'm awake, am I awake?
SpireCatalyst
Rising Star
Thanks vent! I like your piece, I associate it with a few of my feelings as well, lots of memories...
Rob42oiam
Rob42o
No Title.. Just beauty.
Dying.. Slowly.. who would turn to see this fate, can't you see its me i hate. when your gone you'll never look back at what was here at any rate.. i'll be long gone.. turning in the soil cause this turmoil is wrenching my heart like a wet towel in the hands of a giant.. I bid adiue..good bye for the last time of pain never to remain here unless foresaken forever just to be the jester of the world.. but in the end it is me who mocks you.. even though the light reveals different outcomes to you.. it shields you from the coldness of the world..In a way I never was.
Dying.. Slowly.. who would turn to see this fate, can't you see its me i hate. when your gone you'll never look back at what was here at any rate.. i'll be long gone.. turning in the soil cause this turmoil is wrenching my heart like a wet towel in the hands of a giant.. I bid adiue..good bye for the last time of pain never to remain here unless foresaken forever just to be the jester of the world.. but in the end it is me who mocks you.. even though the light reveals different outcomes to you.. it shields you from the coldness of the world..In a way I never was.
Rob42oiam
Rob42o
Another one with no title.. this one was written a few months ago.
You may not see what i can do,
Or even all the shit that I've been through.
But please don't think I'm lying to boo,when I say i wanna spend my life with you.
we'll have our ups and with it our downs,
but just remember I'm a clown.
I'll make you cry and even laugh,
I'll give you all i never had.
and even when your out of luck,
I'll give you mine to lift you up.
just remember this i plead,
we'll be the end of a dying breed.
You may not see what i can do,
Or even all the shit that I've been through.
But please don't think I'm lying to boo,when I say i wanna spend my life with you.
we'll have our ups and with it our downs,
but just remember I'm a clown.
I'll make you cry and even laugh,
I'll give you all i never had.
and even when your out of luck,
I'll give you mine to lift you up.
just remember this i plead,
we'll be the end of a dying breed.
Rob42oiam
Rob42o
The dance of life as you know it has gone out the window once i blew your mind.
Many dances are slow;
This one varies in tempo.
Everytime it can,
It slips new steps in your plan.
Resignation's your only stand.
Life's always this way to forge your temper,
You were made to last, but not alone, remember...
All I need is a chance,
To show you a sweeter dance.
All the powers of grace,
The infinity of space,
With the strength of my embrace;
Will hold you closer with every breath.
Many dances are slow;
This one varies in tempo.
Everytime it can,
It slips new steps in your plan.
Resignation's your only stand.
Life's always this way to forge your temper,
You were made to last, but not alone, remember...
All I need is a chance,
To show you a sweeter dance.
All the powers of grace,
The infinity of space,
With the strength of my embrace;
Will hold you closer with every breath.
tigerstrike92
Homo-divinorum
This is kind of a call and response poem I wrote, about coffee. Inspired by Dale Pendall
Cafe Aeterna
So here we are. I have gotten here much faster than I expected. But I feel a little bit older.
That is because I drove you here.
I couldn’t make it here without you. I need you. I stare deeply into your dark gaze every morning, and wonder how long this will be allowed to go on. Some do it their whole lives, only loving you deeper with each meeting. Others you are simply not meant for, so the relationship does not last. How long will you be with me?
Remember… I am a kind god. I will lift your spirits, while tingling each and every sense: warming your fingers, soothing your palate, massaging your sinuses with bitter and earthly tones, relieving your tired eyes, and listening to my performance like a prelude. I am a kind god. When you are weary, rest upon my shoulders, and I will carry you to your intended goal. But a word of caution, the more you ask from me, the more I will demand from you. We will be together, as long as you wish, it is your decision to make. Do not terry, for I am a swift god.
I will stay with you…. for now… I think. Yes, that is my decision. You are easy to get along, and fit in with some many different kind of people, uniting us all under the small altar to you… found in nearly every home in the world. When you are around, lucidity strikes my vision, and my actions become clear and determined. Entire empires have dedicated themselves to you, and you support the world economy, with minimal toll from the individual.
If you ask to leave after too long, I will not take too kindly to that.
It is hard to see the consequences of this action, hindsight will grant me 20/20. Until then, I shall sip at your bold body, and be replenished. Sips turn to drinks, and drinks into gulps, for I must not allow you to cool. Your xanthines have become mine, and shall be my fuel. I am not strong enough to start my day.
There was once a day, where you were strong enough without me.
5/08/2012
Cafe Aeterna
So here we are. I have gotten here much faster than I expected. But I feel a little bit older.
That is because I drove you here.
I couldn’t make it here without you. I need you. I stare deeply into your dark gaze every morning, and wonder how long this will be allowed to go on. Some do it their whole lives, only loving you deeper with each meeting. Others you are simply not meant for, so the relationship does not last. How long will you be with me?
Remember… I am a kind god. I will lift your spirits, while tingling each and every sense: warming your fingers, soothing your palate, massaging your sinuses with bitter and earthly tones, relieving your tired eyes, and listening to my performance like a prelude. I am a kind god. When you are weary, rest upon my shoulders, and I will carry you to your intended goal. But a word of caution, the more you ask from me, the more I will demand from you. We will be together, as long as you wish, it is your decision to make. Do not terry, for I am a swift god.
I will stay with you…. for now… I think. Yes, that is my decision. You are easy to get along, and fit in with some many different kind of people, uniting us all under the small altar to you… found in nearly every home in the world. When you are around, lucidity strikes my vision, and my actions become clear and determined. Entire empires have dedicated themselves to you, and you support the world economy, with minimal toll from the individual.
If you ask to leave after too long, I will not take too kindly to that.
It is hard to see the consequences of this action, hindsight will grant me 20/20. Until then, I shall sip at your bold body, and be replenished. Sips turn to drinks, and drinks into gulps, for I must not allow you to cool. Your xanthines have become mine, and shall be my fuel. I am not strong enough to start my day.
There was once a day, where you were strong enough without me.
5/08/2012
Lichen
Rising Star
Some automatic writing I did tonight.
These desperate grins, I putrefy
For burning and lighting, and drowning and drowning
Pouring, without a cold nor steady heart like knives
Cold and cold - another day for your burnt embrace.
And you choke in excellence, your foul mouth burning
and choke thee, and choke like the buttercup foul mouthed and frothing
And without your desperate glance, I am left burning
Cold and cold - another day for your embrace burning.
Get out, and leave this house, get out I say
To destroy something so sweet, so patronising
Clear this up at once, and sweat breaks on the forehead drowning
Cold and cold - it destroys, weeping - drowning.
Where you left me, nothing can live nor weep
Where I was destroyed, a decay and abscess burning
Where was I when you left me, scathing
Cold and cold, you left without me
These desperate grins, I putrefy
For burning and lighting, and drowning and drowning
Pouring, without a cold nor steady heart like knives
Cold and cold - another day for your burnt embrace.
And you choke in excellence, your foul mouth burning
and choke thee, and choke like the buttercup foul mouthed and frothing
And without your desperate glance, I am left burning
Cold and cold - another day for your embrace burning.
Get out, and leave this house, get out I say
To destroy something so sweet, so patronising
Clear this up at once, and sweat breaks on the forehead drowning
Cold and cold - it destroys, weeping - drowning.
Where you left me, nothing can live nor weep
Where I was destroyed, a decay and abscess burning
Where was I when you left me, scathing
Cold and cold, you left without me
Rob42oiam
Rob42o
The Time Of Day
If you ever gave me the slightest time of day, I would do everything i could to make your worries go away.I may not be wealthy or even greatly educated; But i'll try to show the love which has been greatly anticipated. Its like a spice added to your wildest fantasies; I'll make a life worth living for you and for me. All i can ever hope is that you see whats in front of you, or we'll have to work on that aswell as our lifes remain askew.
If you ever gave me the slightest time of day, I would do everything i could to make your worries go away.I may not be wealthy or even greatly educated; But i'll try to show the love which has been greatly anticipated. Its like a spice added to your wildest fantasies; I'll make a life worth living for you and for me. All i can ever hope is that you see whats in front of you, or we'll have to work on that aswell as our lifes remain askew.
RebornInSmoke
Lysergic Feline
^ beautiful
nice signature btw.
train of thought;
Sittin here chillin, jus killin my time,
Spillin ill chemicals all over my mind,
Having Thoughts of divine, higher powers and pines,
As my consciousness expands I'm feelin real fine,
So I take my time, but still I will fumble, trippin so hard that I end up in a stumble-
I love the word bumble, it reminds me of bees,
In the air without a care in about flowers n trees.
Wtf, am I melting? Am I even human? I'm so psychedelicised I feel like im zoomin.
Geometric shapes- all over my skin, I have no idea what dimension I'm in.. Man I wish I could convey in these little fun raps, the feeling of when you believe your sanity has snapped-
But let's take it right back to a more cheery time, the weirdness n darkside aint why I wrote this rhyme..
I wrote this for fun on a train on my todd, thinkin bout my love for the universe and god,
And god loves you too, so don't ever worry, why stress yourself out just to die in a hurry?
You get a flurry of emotions in these elevated states, both the light and the dark make up a whole which is great.
The fact we can experience immense pleasure and pain, makes me thankful daily for this percieving human brain. From sunshine n rain, to deserts and snow, it warms my whole being just to see the sun glow.
I think now I'll go as I've said what I need to, but before I do have a fat rip of this weed, dude!
nice signature btw.
train of thought;
Sittin here chillin, jus killin my time,
Spillin ill chemicals all over my mind,
Having Thoughts of divine, higher powers and pines,
As my consciousness expands I'm feelin real fine,
So I take my time, but still I will fumble, trippin so hard that I end up in a stumble-
I love the word bumble, it reminds me of bees,
In the air without a care in about flowers n trees.
Wtf, am I melting? Am I even human? I'm so psychedelicised I feel like im zoomin.
Geometric shapes- all over my skin, I have no idea what dimension I'm in.. Man I wish I could convey in these little fun raps, the feeling of when you believe your sanity has snapped-
But let's take it right back to a more cheery time, the weirdness n darkside aint why I wrote this rhyme..
I wrote this for fun on a train on my todd, thinkin bout my love for the universe and god,
And god loves you too, so don't ever worry, why stress yourself out just to die in a hurry?
You get a flurry of emotions in these elevated states, both the light and the dark make up a whole which is great.
The fact we can experience immense pleasure and pain, makes me thankful daily for this percieving human brain. From sunshine n rain, to deserts and snow, it warms my whole being just to see the sun glow.
I think now I'll go as I've said what I need to, but before I do have a fat rip of this weed, dude!
From this city they say you are going ...
I am sorry you feel you must flee
But remember your friends who were hippies And stayed in the Haight-Ashbury.
So come sit in the park one more hour
It was here you first opened your mind
And in friendship I'll give you a flower
To remind you of love left behind.
Oh, I hear you’ve been talking of justice.
Of improving the world and all men,
But I tell you that world is a circle
Leading back to yourself once again.
If you love this old world and wish truly
To improve it before you are dead,
You don't have to press others unduly
Better start with the world inside your head
-Unknown Haight Poet
I am sorry you feel you must flee
But remember your friends who were hippies And stayed in the Haight-Ashbury.
So come sit in the park one more hour
It was here you first opened your mind
And in friendship I'll give you a flower
To remind you of love left behind.
Oh, I hear you’ve been talking of justice.
Of improving the world and all men,
But I tell you that world is a circle
Leading back to yourself once again.
If you love this old world and wish truly
To improve it before you are dead,
You don't have to press others unduly
Better start with the world inside your head
-Unknown Haight Poet