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THE LAND OF THE LOTUS EATERS

I finally found it
 
The land of the Lotus-eaters
 
Who live on a food that comes from a kind of flower
 
I went about among the Lotus-Eaters
 
Who were very kind and gave me lotus to eat
 
The lotus was so delicious, I could not stop eating
 
It took away my cares and woes
 
I was totally spaced out…looking at the shore
 
Listening to the waves, not caring about the heat
 
I walked naked around this paradise full of flowers and streams
 
Found myself a lover, who himself was full of lotus
 
We did discover how pleasurable it is
 
To lie on the warm beach and make love
 
Not to care if others are watching
 
The outside world did not affect us
 
We slept, we swam, and we conjugated
 
We were in a trance
 
 
One day a person arrived on our Island
 
Looking for the person who had been me
 
It was my brother who looked aghast
 
My hair, long and uncombed – was to my waist
 
I was naked, covered with sand and soil
 
I did not talk – I sang
 
His mind was in turmoil – how could he bring me home
 
Would I ever be the same or sane?
 
Worst of all, was my recall…it was dim – I was not sure if he was my brother
 
Meanwhile I consorted with both men and women
 
I was totally uninhibited – the distaste was on his face
 
He abruptly turned around and left
 
Leaving me to my fate…of living out my dying days
 
In a state of sensual ecstasy
 
Not a care in the world
 
It is best to pass this way

One Trippy Night...

I awoke in shock.
But the funny thing was, I never went to sleep.
What trickery is this? What illusion?
Time hasn't passed. So why were my eyes closed?
Were they even closed? I can't tell.
Why can't I tell?!

Lets rewind to an half hour ago.
I was normal.
Pretty normal.
Okay! Almost normal. Geez!
Anyway, so I linger back forth,
nervous in my approach, across the room,
thinking about what's going to happen.
It was such a small chunk of cellulose and fiber.
Tasteless, numb.
Secretly bleeding its sins on my tongue.
Playfully.

"Come dance with me", she said.
I turned around without a protest.
An empty room is all I see.
Quiet and still, still calling to me.
Hurriedly I run to the songs,
to help me block out this voice inside my head.
Electronica, trance and psy, take me really high.
Twisted tones at torturous speeds,
eating my mind before it yields.
Loud music in my brain, makes me feel I'm going insane.
These hands now climb from the back of my head.
And with the music they rise and fall.
It pumps, and beats, it ruses and lures your sub-conscience out to play.
With your eyes, and your ears, your skin, your tongue, your breath.
Your very mind is detached from you.
Steady they climb.
The rise is yet to come.
A shiver here, a tingle there,
and you're already racing faster than the speed of light.
The faster the music gets, the quicker it rises now.
You feel that haunting chill down your spine come alive.
Like you know that something bad is gonna happen.
I welcome it.
Wasn't that the whole point of this?
I mean its not like I'm going to die, right?
And BAAM! It hits you.
Your eyes are open, but you can't register what's before them.
Its all a big paused picture,
something from a 'still life' painting or some shit.  
But you don't even know how to react to it.
And that's fucking maddening...

And that went on for quite a while.
'Til disorientation tossed me into delirium.
Like a nuclear bomb of 'euphoria' exploded in my head.
Like those hands, crawling up the back of my neck,
all the way up to the top of my head,
with those cold fingers creeping not ever so slightly,
searching for a sweet spot to just dive in and poke around my brain.
Just toy with it for fuck's sake.
Because that's just how it is man.
And so comes another shiver.
I'm so aware now.
I can sense everything, hear everything,
and feel everything around me so briskly,
that I feel I'm more than just a man.
I feel like the wind.
Blowing with the breeze and the rising screams of the drum and bass and the synthesizer.
The world around me is a blurry haze.
There's no one I can call to pick me up if I fall.
But I don't think I'd wanna. Its worth the risk.
For the next 22 hours I shall be presumed dead.
For I knew what was coming my way. But I guess I'm just that stupid.
This thirst to know the dark side hasn't been rid of me.
It calls to madness to reveal its ugly head and awaken the maniac inside.
And birth - A maniac.

Now sitting amongst the sweeping silence of this sordid room,
'neath a metal fan, buzzing on the juice, just like you,
you muse yourself to consider frail hope.
If only you weren't such a dumb ass, you could have survived.
These creaking sounds coming from the corners are new to me.
Dark is the room.
Well lit.
My eyes see something more rather, other than what they should.
Its funny as hell how these tingles never stop.
Another one streaks across me, and then there were two.
Ooh, what fun!

In bright and sober tranquility morning came.
A day had passed and I was the same.
What a trip! What a shame!
'Til we meet again, O painless pain.

The song i knew, lyrics I'd memorised  
I sang for least a thousand times  
Why now it utters a new sound?  
Alien language hidden til now...weird  
but as if 'tis a language I've learned before  
The words, message conveyed, I understood it all  
Must be... God just spoke to me...  
Maybe I'm your prophet of twentieth century  
God told me the bible is written wrong  
All but lies the fallen told  
but since ignorance is cool, he said  
paradise remains open for fools  
And this lingering bitter metallic taste  
Must be.. Jesus's blood...  
 
It seems I've teleported to a restaurant  
been here before, familiar rustic decor  
ceiling fan spinning slackly... wobble  
wobble... wobble... wobble... hobble...  
Myself alone, at this table for four  
Strange smiling faces glancing at me  
Admiring their prophet, perhaps.  
Chicken Chop and Cola magically appeared  
Everything taste bland, taste like metal... must be...  
The sick lingering aftertaste of Jesus's blood  
 
It seems I've teleported back to my home  
Wholly exhausted tho' little i did today  
Must be.. The toll for hearing God's word    
My soft fluffy bed worded "lay on me"  
Must be... God telling me to sleep

Weed

As I take another puff from the can me and my homies made,
I start to feel in awe, like I'm not in a lonely place.
My heart races faster,
As my ears begin to drum.
-My body giving me signals that the fun has just begun.
I can feel happyness,
And nothing at all disastrous,
But then I look at my friend,
And it isn't the same for him.
I can see the mist in his once gray eyes.
I can tell he's licked from his shitty disguise.
But out of the mist comes a femme fatale.
Who gives me a kiss,
Now I'm straight up derailed.
We're sexin cause I can feel it,
The best in me and her.
But was it a hallucination?
I wipe the hair from her face,
And it is someone I won't ever forget-
My ex!!!!!
But oh well,
Drugs do what drugs do,
I guess deep down, I really do still love you.

Stoned


Shrouded eyes,
away with the birds,
shutting down,
on cloud nine,
this confident bliss,
shines over me,
and I wouldn't miss,
the feeling of being free,
one more pull,
to calm the nerves,
and I will fall,
into blissful ease.

Liar to the end

you say that i took that pill
i dont think i did
you want to believe me more than ever today
but you see the results of that forsaken test they made me take
you see that i am clean
and you know it was just  me not eating for a while
you know i dont do that shit...
well i made you believe that i didnt do that shit
when you believed that little lie you couldnt believe that doctors
you know i was going through a lot and didnt want to eat because it distracted me from what was important
you think i would truely go hardcore?
Do you think i am that stupid?
Seriously those fucked up doctors are not who you should believe
over your daughter that knows what shes taken and what she hasnt
they found mayjane there too i know but that wasnt from yesterday!
They found ache yeah but that wasnt from yesterday either
yesterday i was in the ER all day!
how would I have found the chance to take all of those drugs!
Unless a doc gave them to me there was no way I could have taken them!
Please believe me mom!
I am not hardcore please dont send me back
i couldnt deal with all those people and what they doto you when you turn your back
how they punish you when you try and be good
they lock you in a room and turn off the lights
you know I am afraide of the dark!
You know what I was like AFTER them!
I couldnt sleep in a dark room and still cannot
dont believe them!

running from rocks
hiding from trees
scared of cars as they pass
i can hear colors
i can taste sound
i see everything
the walls are reaching for me
trying to pull me in and keep me
i take a few steps back
and try to get my head together
but i have to get away
the coffee table bit me
i run to my room
where everthing makes sense
i lay on my bed
i begin to fall
as if my bed was a black hole
i see the room fading in the distance
till i see nothing but darkness
all of my worst fears falling after me
i jump out of bed and into my shower
i turn the water on to sober up
but nothing but blood poured from the shower head
i jumped out and slipped but continued to fall
as if there wasn't a floor
and i wake up in a sweat
is the trip is over?
i get out of bed and make my way to the kitchen
everything is normal
mom is making breakfast
and dad is at the table
i sit down and begin to eat
my chair breaks and begin to fall
finnaly i wake in my back yard
it was one hell of a trip

Monster

I want to call it a monster
it pulls me in
makes me feel like I'm oozing
fastens my pulse
a drumming in my chest
getting harder
       louder
i feel like the earth
when a train goes by  
 mini earthquake
not literally shaking
   my eyes are
hollow in my skull
 empty spaces
 black scenes
I'm going numb
my skin bubbles
       burns
i smell gasoline
I'm soaked in it
I'm cooked, baked
  in flour
white, burning
  flustering
my stomach tosses
  turning
fighting the feeling
my throat stings
stench in the air
i curl my finger tips
thrust my body back
everything changes
colors moving
mashed together
mixing into one another
all together
   black
last to see
i hear voices
   disappearing
      fading
everything ok?
      not
      no
      never
its all colliding
everything stings
from curled tips
  to fists
fetal position
I'm shaking
    now
I'm dazed
   confused
lost
my drum role
lost
 
By: Bethany

I can see it in her eyes
when she comes creeping in.
She’s been somewhere she promised me
she’d never go again.

She thinks that I won’t know it.
She thinks that I can’t tell.
But she forgets how many times
she's put me through this hell.

The deceit is never-ending.
The betrayal . Silly lies.
How can she even sit there
and look me in the eyes?

I’ve cried so many tears.
I feel so all alone.
She’s sitting right beside me,
but she's not really home.

This drug has taken over her.
It’s eating up her soul.
It’s made her heart so ugly.
Black, like a piece of coal.

I try to stand beside her.
I try to give her love.
I beg her to love me more than it,
but I’m not good enough.

Contours.

trace the contours of my mind,
my skin is just the surface.
tell me what it is, what i am inside,
succumb to this catharsis.

so much pleasure, it makes me sick
i need to get some air,
gravitate right back to you,
something tells me this is rare.

encompass me, and we’ll transcend.
make love to my words.
there’s no beginning, and there’s no end,
this existence would be preferred

this is it, and we are here
we’ve reached nirvana love.
but now we’re coming back into ourselves,
can you here the mourning dove?

so we’ll fall asleep, and re-awake,
connected by our hands.
but you know i love you, so please don’t shake,
deep down we’ll understand.

Let’s go to the store, it’s time to get wasted again!
It’s hammer down time, I ask, y’all up for some pain?
Don’t you want to wake up and feel like you got hit by a car
and 12 hours later remember that you got kicked out by the cops from a sleazy dive bar?

What about waking up with a chick who looked like a ten
the night before you went home?  Who knew she was a two; why’d that happen again?
Why sugar coat this trip, my friend;
y’all know that we all puke and piss the bed in the end.

It ain’t pretty, this little trip you choose to take;
You all get obnoxious and gross when you get half baked.
Take away our morals, our dignity, and our thought.
Give me more, you say?  Did you escape your problems?  Or are more what you got?

The next day your brains’ pulsate in pain,
but you forge on until the night, when you drink more in like warm rain
Shaking, spinning, and barely able to think or begin
Who would’ve thought last night, that you thought you would win.

Waking up with no clothes on and not knowing where you are,
how your got there, or how you drove home from the bar.
Like a crash course with death, you build up the next one;
progressing to a keg when a case is not enough, doesn’t that sound like fun?

A bruise here, a cut there, a knot on your head
that you don’t discover until the next day, when you stagger out of your bed.
One tooth gone, no problem, you have more
No money, what the fuck, you are always poor

Wait, what is this, a ticket in your pocket
are these your pants, wait, go check, you hung over space rocket.
It is, oh shit, what in the world did you do?
One ticket for OUI, one for hitting an officer, that makes two.

You say you don’t remember what happened, for real?
Perhaps you should slow down this going out on a mission deal
Surely you think there are no problems, it is all in fun
But what happens the next time, if you get hold of a gun

Or, if you hit a child while driving your car, how would you feel;
it would suck being in jail for something you don’t remember; would that be a raw deal?
Perhaps it is time to slow down, or at least try to quit
before you find yourself dead, in a psych. ward, or sitting in jail like a hick.

Was this your worst trip?  Have you hit your bottom?
If not, just sip a few more, it is only a matter of time when your name will be forgotten.
On a headstone in a cemetery, your fate awaits, sooner than you think
It was just a typical night for you, you say, though a tad worse than the last drink.

Used up, burnt out
Adrift on synapses.
Your brain is pounding
As you try to remember what happened.

Everything inside you
Just shuts down.
Seems like your walking
In a cerebral ghost town.

You have an emptiness so complete
With no way to fill it.
Loneliness so heavy
No idea how to lift it.

You try to remember last night
But your mind keeps going blank.
You've got a need so intense
With only one relief..crank

You see, its no ordinary monster
Its like an octopus squeezing,
Intensifying every minute
You refuse to admit its being.

It keeps you up
Nonstop tired
Keeps you going
Nonstop wired.

You need more and more
Just to get through the day.
More and more
Just to feel okay.

You become mesmerized
By the come and go
Fascinated with the drift
And everspeeding flow.

No matter how used up you are
You'll always want more.
That monster will always speak to you
It'll keep knocking at your door..

[font=Courier New][size=2]  Hmm, the best ones were the worst ones and vice versa.
 So this is maybe not a legit entry as it's a poem from a normal one:


  < my friend the cloud lady >
 
  i'm driving from san antonio to fort worth
  on u.s.281 most of the way
  cause i don't like interstates
  it's mid-afternoon
  nice drive
  looking at clouds
  big ones
  big?  huge!
  big huge clouds
  i watch the road
  as it plays the tires
  as it sings to me and the truck
  and i listen to the motor
  content to hum to itself
  and find myself singing the soundtrack for the big huge cloud movie
  that i'm watching on my windshield
  and there's a papa cloud and a mama cloud
  and a polar bear with black eyes cloud
  and a train, and a pyramid, and some ghost riders,
  and a plane, but that's not a cloud
  and i'm thinking about a painting in my bedroom
  that a friend gave me 20 years ago
  that shows two cowboys sitting on a fence watching a sunset off to the left
  that i can't see
  but i can see the clouds
  and she always had clouds in her stuff cause she really liked to draw them
  and eventually
  she became successful when she realized she didn't need to draw anything else
  and became the cloud lady and sold lots of paintings in santa fe and even a few in new york city
  and in the clouds in this painting i keep seeing faces before i go to sleep
  and normally this would scare me but they're not that type at all
  there's that woman at the farmer's market in crowley
  and the fedx guy
  and jfk during his pt109 days
  and the library lady
  and john lennon
  and this woman in a pony tail who looks real familiar but i can never place her
  and my dad on his sailboat
  and my first girlfriend who looks like a kid but then i remember i looked like a kid too
  and my army buddy george
  and you
  and i'm wondering why real clouds have polar bears and trains
  while my friend's have jfk and john lennon and my first girlfriend
 
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