Push the Little Daisies and Make em Come Up!!!

thank you unveiling for your submission.

god i miss tripping...

Thank Zen for such a cool comp. you made me smile with your reply :)

Super Apocolyptic Zombie-Vampire Elimination Meeting



As I lay in my bed,
My mind starts to wander.
It wanders to the crevices of...the outworld.
Characters started showing themselves,
And their woes were presented to me.
As I layed there, I watched a meeting,
And the plans were constructed.
They were having a Zombie apocolypse,
And they needed to end it soon.
Suddenly, a huge table appeared in my room,
And they all gathered around it.
Discussing their plans to save oklahoma.
As they discussed I sat there and watched,
I was shocked.
Suddenly, they dissappeared.
And my mom entered with a glass of water and ibuprofen.
It had been 5 hours since my last dose.
Damn flu, giving me weird dreams and shit.

A long one,
But read it!!
You'll not regret it, I swear.

A psychedelic minute...

"TICK TICK TICK"
reverberates in my ears..
Like the fabled White Rabbit,
a slave to my watch,
a devise to measure a man made idea.
In one minute I,
the purveyor of the psychedelic rabbit hole,
in true shamanistic style,
will blast off
by way of  L.S.D.
Anxiety...
Ever on the quest
of who's more "gangster"
(wifey having done 10 hits the previous night)
this "Red eyed rider of the astral planes"
knows knows
that I fucked up.
"20 hits,
Might've been too much."
Thinks I...
Totally unprepared for the journey
upon which I am about to embark..

"TICK TICK TICK!!!", obnoxiously the clock screams..
Ten minutes prior to me dosing...
As I look to the wall clock,
of which,
I am now enslaved
-for I am a time watcher-
I come to a gross realization
that this
-strong enough mind for mind expansion-
stoner son of a hippie,
might've taken too much...
Palms sweat,
to make damp,
that which is normally dry..
Ears ringing,
My stomach developed the,
"YOU FUCKED UP!!"
wrenching of anxiety induced,
"OH SHIT!!!"
"Surely the clock isn't melting already"
I think
through confused fog..
Ten minutes after dosing,
the overwhelming .
"I fucked up" washes over me...

"TICK TICK TICK!!!" the clock's metronome annoyance...
Eyes,
focused tunnel vision.
Glued to the
(drug induced, 'not-so-normal')
shackles of clock..
(for surely we are all slaves of time)
Hour hand,
minute hand,
and second hand..
Swirled and melted,
a mending with kaleidoscopic graphics,
in intense visual orgasm,
barely able to make out
that it is midnight..
on the dot..

"TICK TICK TICK!!!"
The timepiece's song sings..
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" my mind screams..
As the second hand revolves
slowly
around the rim
of this now melting...
Clock...
This "White Rabbit" incarnate
peers on...
in a curious
"OH MY GOD DID I FUCK UP!!!"
Wonder..
Riddled with
an ever increasing,
candid apprehension as,
the psychedelics
run her course...
and...
the second hand
(now longer,
than the clock is wide)
traverses the rough terrain
of perpetual travel
and lands on the half way point,
the VI...
The depictions illustrated
by the L.S.D.
paint a picture in which,
the melting clock is the focal point..

"TICK TICK TICK!!!"
"Seconds of my life melted away, in wonton fashion",
I think as I'm overcome..
As a story
of epic proportions manifests,
behind this
FUCKING FRUSTRATING !!!
melting metronome,
my eyes remain glued,
as though skin
to our circulatory system..

The second hand swirling,
With colors...
And liquid emotion,
as behind it,
A picture appears deep,
within it's wake..
Hovered precariously
atop the IX...
thoughts race..
"That's definitely not natural."
and
"This isn't right."
And
"Something is wrong."
scroll across the wall
like the earnings across wall street.
"In nasdaq today, gold futures are up, and YOU'RE FUCKED UP!!!"

"TICK TICK MOTHERFUCKING TICK!!!!!"
As the seconds melt away,
in an absolutely,
literal manner,
the clock blends,
fluidly into the
Psychedelic Oddyssey
portrayed upon the wall and..
I'm overcome by insanity..

"TICK TICK TICK!!",
"What's happening to me?"
Fear induced thought fragments,
Right as the sweep hand of this
"timepiece instrument of bondage"
renders it's first
full revolution since gazing,
transfixed on it,
This White Rabbit
receives to his ass,
with the force of a freight train,
A boot..
(the boot worn by the secrets of the universe)
which launched this hare,
headlong,
down the rabbit hole
of equilibrium,
into my life altering
astral projection...
The very last thing this
Connoisseur of Questions Un-known,
recognizes
before receiving ego death,  
(the instrument of my reform)
is the second hand,
devoid of motion
above the XII...
Time stops...
I was flung into the void..
Starting my first...
and last astral projection...
ever incurred.

Intricate B

When Hits Hit

travelling through a spider web design
unwinding the dimensions of space and time
patterns in lights and turning counter clockwise
orange blossoms floating past in scented breezes
as every object emitted a rainbow
and smiled in floating numbers

notes glowed neon
skipping from the speakers
belting out and away
with a few strays tap dancing on the floor
as tiny guitars, played by golden harps
serenaded the smoke wisps emitting
from every lampshade

and that was all in my glass of water
as I maintained that it wasn't working
I needed another hit
it wasn't kicking in

as the glass became part of my hand
melting like wax from the end of my arm

it's crystaline
my eyelids are made of calculator screen
every time i close them someone applies pressure
and i find wonder
not that i did'nt already know
but it's always nice to watch everything breathe
if only to know in some time
it will hide it again
everything is cyclic
i have just had an epiphany
a moment of clarity
made all my conclusions of infinity
but it could have gone either way
i've been tryin to keep my dick hard
should have turned off my screen saver
so i would'nt be so focused on finding god
more on that perfect indentation between the hip bone
and lower abdomen
her golden locks vs the immolation poster smiling
i know now the meaning of the universe but not how to explain
i think she might be complaining about the texture of the orange juice
i hope not
it seems to ba a gift from sweet baby jesus right now
i actually have no idea what she's saying but i think i like it
buckethead and vicodin just saved my fuckin life
too intense is never enough
jesus christ superstar
tree of life
everlasting sunshine
blue dolphins
a golden temple
the bullethole smily face
and now my personal favorite
the purple gel tabs
it could be laffy taffy left on the street through a rain storm
than a 90 degree day
but god damn it makes me identify with space ghost

i will definitely double my dose when i wake

THIS IS NOT A SUBMISSION

I have a bad habit of using this poem over and over (cause it's my best trip)... so i thought I'd post it without actually submitting to the comp.

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.

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/26411-one-trippy-night/

THIS IS A SUBMISSION!!!

Fever dreams

Nonsensical,  
weaving stories more real than reality  
bland tongue can't taste its own demise  
out with it, before the cancer spreads  
iron maiden jacket, draining the flesh  
upon pants of blood, sipping pints of lager  

Four and a half kilos,  
resting on the forehead of destitute  
feeding on the united colors of phlegm  
boiling water can't melt this viscous bile  
unnecessary wait at the scrotum  
leg left dead, the night vomits red  

Classic self,  
addicted to suffering, fucking apathy  
ejaculating wildly into a fruit grinder  
getafix while you're still an idiot  
pretending to eat out of empty boxes  
yeah, this is as real as it gets.

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/120306-fever-dreams/

        INTERPRET


Python ran past my path
Twice as long of what it could be
Eyes got fixed with legs in a non-existence float

Strange, it never sensed me?
All on its own trip!
Danger within blinds, was it going to be a better trap trickster?

Plot of events cast a sticky doubt on a sweaty note

Next day googled to retrieve those hard remnant clues
Something real unearthed
A caramel blotchy albino..
Background streaky whites flashed something so familiar!
Mind ploying jasmines and mangoes in glares of honeycomb
hexagons, notion of a risky harvest to a much realized harness..

Later after in the noon, remembered myself too was
part of the hideout double team, both
ran for a rescue in opposing sides of a broad
sandy way running in curves in an open
desert, getting behind stony covers in dearth of any greens

This time, it was as those shrill fears forecasted
No diversions it took, like a straight-hit target
An unputdownable serpentine monster swished
ferociously before me face to face ….
Waited on its hissing pose only for an unmanoeuvrable
daze of a drowsing split-second,
To hit hard on my tightly crossed hands-fingers
protecting over lower abdomen(?!)...
Went on for three times.
A hat trick.Trickster indeed.

An apocalypse
A clearing Saturn phase
A releasing venomous grip
A triple bite antidote to residence poisons
A resurgence catapulting high into the upper sky.
An unequalled quench of a lifelong burning thirst
A birth of an awaited nymphal planet in an orbital of miracle.
All gushing in subconscious in that unsplit marrying second


p.s: one of my older writes, thot its fitting here. trippy, a sort of drowsiness hidden in a consciousness though not out of drugs:|

Thank you for all the submissions. The trophy will be awarded by Friday the 25th.

thanks for all the submissions. I definitely feel like i've been reality-skipping reading these. congratulations to johnrot for 1st place. it was a very tough decision.

Congratulations John for the win

Congrats to Mike and Intricate B for placing

Thank you Zen for hosting this comp. :)

thanx zen