Poetry competition CLOSED 25th August 2013 8:45pm
WINNER
13
13
RUNNERS-UP:
laceyspacey
and case28
How high were you?!
Son of Zeus
The sensation of immortality
‘Hail, the potent son of Zeus’
he who cloaked my mortality
I was a rogue cannon ball
shooting like a burning star
falling from an empty sky
once power packed like a
ravenous Pac-man, popping
power pellets to save the world
a Casanova… charming
comical and wickedly quick
to flaunt my humming stick
gimme, gimme, ferocious fun
immerse me, the narcotic sponge
taunted by my induced paranoia
I sat back to enjoy the ghost ride
scoffing at the consequences
as I snowballed towards the sun
splat, the sound of bitter reality
felt the fever and cold whispers
that lurked in strange shadows
on the ugly road to nowhere
exorcise the demon’s vice or
walk the line to face my death
that elicit night I slid away
churning like a salted slug
squirming from its burning skin
shaken back to life by a force
so powerful and enlightening
it’s all a blur, every dying breath.
Written by Alexander Case
The sensation of immortality
‘Hail, the potent son of Zeus’
he who cloaked my mortality
I was a rogue cannon ball
shooting like a burning star
falling from an empty sky
once power packed like a
ravenous Pac-man, popping
power pellets to save the world
a Casanova… charming
comical and wickedly quick
to flaunt my humming stick
gimme, gimme, ferocious fun
immerse me, the narcotic sponge
taunted by my induced paranoia
I sat back to enjoy the ghost ride
scoffing at the consequences
as I snowballed towards the sun
splat, the sound of bitter reality
felt the fever and cold whispers
that lurked in strange shadows
on the ugly road to nowhere
exorcise the demon’s vice or
walk the line to face my death
that elicit night I slid away
churning like a salted slug
squirming from its burning skin
shaken back to life by a force
so powerful and enlightening
it’s all a blur, every dying breath.
Written by Alexander Case
puked on my rummy's nicely done hair lol.
WARNING! EXTREME CONTENT! I WAS HIGH, SO READ AT OWN RISK!
I'm drunk as hell
so I'll allow
the flowage of wow
from a place
buried
beneath the inner layer
unleash the player
to admit
the wit
is just a passive aggressive skit
to ask for the hit
from the right tit
then the left
then the neck
i wanna bite
like my lip
while you weren't lookin'
did you feel my eyeballs cookin'
your ass crack
aight
i'll admit that
wanna hit that
give a smack
open palm
like napalm
sends a shock wave
through your shit cave
so i can invade
and tongue stave
and behave
from inebriation
to shake of this nation
and tune into the station
of chronic masturbation
that accepts infatuation
without the burden of procreation
FUCKING
for the fucking fun of it
instead of
ducking
controversy
with
courtesy
and
plucking
courtsies
and
court seats
for
sucking
the gun of morality
to avoid
the shot
to the head
from the gun
of legality
HA!
this precious reality
crumbles
and
humbles
the mumbles
of reason
as coke blows
penetrate
my nose holes
before
my tongue strolls
around the buttholes
of staggering crack hoes
while burning tobacco
numbs
the
attack
of
the bacco
that digs
to expose
holes
in the pay dirt
where gold shows
the sorrows
to borrow
a stay of execution
from the woes
of tomorrow
as time
flows
like a
slideshow
of
shadow
OH NO!
I don't know
how to toll
this hellish bell
of hydro
that pollutes
and refutes
the swelling
there is no telling
why
it inflates
by
smelling
swampy humid ass sweat
and
hardens
from
yelling
a cry
of
distress
form an innocent temptress
raped with no witness
a reluctant mistress
bloodied by mistrust
but it's nobody's business
in which ass i thrust
or
which thoughts i trust
to
rectify a nut bust
though it may disgust
it is inevitably
a hibernating part of me
a knight of democracy
that quests for debauchery
wrapped in indecency
yet
lives with discrepancy
and
sleeps with melancholy
and
her slut sister sobriety
FUCK!
I'm drunk as hell
so I'll allow
the flowage of wow
from a place
buried
beneath the inner layer
unleash the player
to admit
the wit
is just a passive aggressive skit
to ask for the hit
from the right tit
then the left
then the neck
i wanna bite
like my lip
while you weren't lookin'
did you feel my eyeballs cookin'
your ass crack
aight
i'll admit that
wanna hit that
give a smack
open palm
like napalm
sends a shock wave
through your shit cave
so i can invade
and tongue stave
and behave
from inebriation
to shake of this nation
and tune into the station
of chronic masturbation
that accepts infatuation
without the burden of procreation
FUCKING
for the fucking fun of it
instead of
ducking
controversy
with
courtesy
and
plucking
courtsies
and
court seats
for
sucking
the gun of morality
to avoid
the shot
to the head
from the gun
of legality
HA!
this precious reality
crumbles
and
humbles
the mumbles
of reason
as coke blows
penetrate
my nose holes
before
my tongue strolls
around the buttholes
of staggering crack hoes
while burning tobacco
numbs
the
attack
of
the bacco
that digs
to expose
holes
in the pay dirt
where gold shows
the sorrows
to borrow
a stay of execution
from the woes
of tomorrow
as time
flows
like a
slideshow
of
shadow
OH NO!
I don't know
how to toll
this hellish bell
of hydro
that pollutes
and refutes
the swelling
there is no telling
why
it inflates
by
smelling
swampy humid ass sweat
and
hardens
from
yelling
a cry
of
distress
form an innocent temptress
raped with no witness
a reluctant mistress
bloodied by mistrust
but it's nobody's business
in which ass i thrust
or
which thoughts i trust
to
rectify a nut bust
though it may disgust
it is inevitably
a hibernating part of me
a knight of democracy
that quests for debauchery
wrapped in indecency
yet
lives with discrepancy
and
sleeps with melancholy
and
her slut sister sobriety
FUCK!
Her car began to feel rather precarious
Everything became ridiculously personal
Nothing was left unexamined
From honest insects to twitching lights
The smoke we spewed layed in layers
Cuddling the dashboard
Fogging the windows
Heightening my lowest thoughts
My saliva had turned to a paste
Causing my lips to slightly stick
My throat felt haggard and coarse
Sounds were devoured by my ears
And I, was stoned
Everything became ridiculously personal
Nothing was left unexamined
From honest insects to twitching lights
The smoke we spewed layed in layers
Cuddling the dashboard
Fogging the windows
Heightening my lowest thoughts
My saliva had turned to a paste
Causing my lips to slightly stick
My throat felt haggard and coarse
Sounds were devoured by my ears
And I, was stoned
The tide is coming in
and the waves shift me to the ground
Besides the echo of the ocean
My cries are the only sound
My state of mind is like the seagulls
Flying high above the shore
Drifting away
I loose sense of reality
And inside I'm growing weak
and the waves shift me to the ground
Besides the echo of the ocean
My cries are the only sound
My state of mind is like the seagulls
Flying high above the shore
Drifting away
I loose sense of reality
And inside I'm growing weak
In 1978, I was on 16 hits of acid 4 hits of 4 way window pane (16 hits. I took this amount by mistake). After about 48 hours I was still high, when this fell out of my pen.
Sometimes I like to step outside of reality.
It is not hard to do, as long as you know how.
I'm finding myself doing it more and more often now.
Passing through seems to be turning into an addiction now.
But once I have passed through, there are no more restraints,
No more fears, no more cravings, no more addiction's.
For I have left reality behind, and I only experience,
Strings.. LONG narrow 4 dimensional strings,
Stretching on .. Into forever.
Time is present here,
But it moves in an UP and DOWN direction.
Difficult to read, But it seems not to matter,
As time here does not dictate the past or the future.
Time here is a constant.
Never changing, yet always moving.
Time has no meaning,
Feelings have no sensations.
Pain has no effect.
There is only ONE emotion in this place
A Never-Ending Love
Emanating from a Tri-Force I named
GOD.
John1978
It is not hard to do, as long as you know how.
I'm finding myself doing it more and more often now.
Passing through seems to be turning into an addiction now.
But once I have passed through, there are no more restraints,
No more fears, no more cravings, no more addiction's.
For I have left reality behind, and I only experience,
Strings.. LONG narrow 4 dimensional strings,
Stretching on .. Into forever.
Time is present here,
But it moves in an UP and DOWN direction.
Difficult to read, But it seems not to matter,
As time here does not dictate the past or the future.
Time here is a constant.
Never changing, yet always moving.
Time has no meaning,
Feelings have no sensations.
Pain has no effect.
There is only ONE emotion in this place
A Never-Ending Love
Emanating from a Tri-Force I named
GOD.
John1978
Anonymous
I'm extremely happy 13 won because I adore his work, but I probably would have had a better shot if what I posted didn't say "Invalid image" 
Nonetheless, congrats 13!
Nonetheless, congrats 13!
haha thanks much bro!
that's simply a once in a lifetime write... i won't get any more of those out... lol
you have a better chance than you think
congrats to everyone who entered! Alexander Case (case28), laceyspacey
all of you guys have done some awesome trips
had fun, jason?
that's simply a once in a lifetime write... i won't get any more of those out... lol
you have a better chance than you think
congrats to everyone who entered! Alexander Case (case28), laceyspacey
all of you guys have done some awesome trips
had fun, jason?
