Psychedelic Man

Write about how you feel (or how you think it feels) to be on LSD and the things you experience during using it.

Old or new poems accepted.
Not too short but not too long. Don't write a book guys. If you have more to say though I'd be happy to check it out on your profile though

Two weeks

L.S.D.
I am no longer trapped in my head,      
My mind is now in the world around me.      
Looking down, I can see my arms breathe--      
Glowing clear energy flowing in and out      
Of them as I struggle to understand.      
I don't feel oneness with the universe,      
Just anxiety over my walls melting.      
I keep trying to make it to the      
Fridge to grab a beer but I always      
End up on the wrong side of the kitchen.      
I must of lost track of my movements and      
Now I'm lost in my own fucking home.      
My friend keeps telling me he can      
Read my mind but I don't believe him.      
If he could, he'd grab me that beer.      
Screw the beer though,      
Hendrix is putting on a show inside      
My poster and he is really killing his solo.      
I'll just stay and watch this for awhile.      
I've heard you're supposed to find God on this      
Stuff but honestly, that sounds a little too      
Awesome for ten damn dollars a hit.

Lsd
It always amazes me how
Good clean lsd can throw
You rite out of reality
Confusion intense laughter
Hallucinations
I like when u close your eyes
And its like fire works are
Going off inside your head
Not shure if you are live or dead
Wondering if you are ever going
To be the same again
I think a lot can be learned
From taking lsd i look at life
A lot different after  a few hits
Of the good liquid shit
Sometimes i do a few drops by
Myself and just sit on and wate  
With no friends or distractions
To mess me up  i sit and see
What my brain and the drug bring to
Me usually when i start to get hi
My head automatically goes thru  
My life step by step then focuses on
Something negative a relationship that
Needs work problems at work poor
Behaviour on my part  whatever it is
That causes me anxiety when i am hi
I make a mental note and try and work
On it once i come  down
I have had some terrible trips
On lsd  and I have also had
The time of my life
The day after when your stomach and
Face are sore from laughing all nite
Watching the carpet swirl around and
Pictures melting off the wall fuck ya
Fun was had by all

The HELL RIDE to HEAVEN...
The emotions played with the “Desire”...
The demons played with the “Fire”...
The innocence went through the tunnel of “Inertia”...
Fulfilling the life's criteria... creating a dumbfound “Hysteria”...

The spirits were the absolute bewilderment...
Creating a closed door mystification....
But some voice was there, channelizing to follow the predication...

We died and hatched at the same time, a zillion times over...
Abandoned by the heaven and expelled from the infernal region.
No where to hide and no where to run for cover....

Wow...we went through the tormenting ride... without much suffer.
The end was abrupt as we appear a new born...
Where all prior experiences, reduced to none...
Coz, we were elevated to the next tier...

____________"Riding the Flying Riding the BIRD"



Outscored trains have you on the one-way trip, the sands of light!  Conductors molten glass.  And the floor he walks upon translucent showing not just below the rails.  But into the very core of the  Earth and the devils smiling back at me.  Asking me
for a cig for his light!

I laid back into the chair I was sitting in.  On this strange journey it was made of pudding and creams.  It was an edible chair so tasty.  Like the
moodiest of bluest and the wettest of dreams.

I decided to float down the rail car and than outside its outer window.  I found myself in a pasture of books.  Growing from the ground with
stems made out of potatoes.  In this literary meadow.

I picked one book up and opened it quick.  It had eerie eyes within it.  They talked to me and said.
Put me back down you prick!!!

So I floated down this pasture and came to the edge of the seas.  Where seagulls were ferrying people back and forth to the other side with mirth and glee.  

One flew down and asked me if I would like a lift free of charge.  I said no I can fly.  And it said not here anymore.  So I agreed and climbed into its beak.  Once inside I found I was in an airplane interior.  And I thought this beats the slowly dancing roar of the trains beat.

Lysurgic or Something, Yeah..


The lamp light refracted within
the crystals she wore
on her wrist
Bounced off her eyes and her arms
dangled four either side like Shiva
When Eric Clapton played
Jerry Garcias guitar inside an arc
that extended through the room
before ascending through the roof
and the Pink Panther asked me
if I had a clue yet

Traces of rainbows shot
from my movements and dancing
turned to language
Each motion writing a poem

Until I was crying stars
from happiness and
petting the vibrations of notes
as songs swarmed around me
lifting me up

And all the little lights that
I'd never noticed
lit up the answers as I soared

Faster than the speed of light
I flew backwards to stand
where I stood
with atoms and particles telling me
they're tripping too

It was all so funny and laughter was
green and pink

jack o lantern 

Split wigs ain't the half 
come sit beside
me under the Acacia tree 
and let's chat.   

Big buddha dude-alien chick 
is not supposed to be seen 
that's why we leave our eyes behind 
and borrow the burning thousands 
from the mechanized pixies   

Come back with the angel/demon dilemma 
if you need to
but while we talk shop 
with the shop builders
say not a thing that doesn't marry comfort
with astonishment.

Liquid geometry takes the boil out of the pot
of the normal problems
from the inside out.
Skin is all that contains us
so let's bring back some of this everything matter
to illuminatethe nothing, that binds us.



note: older write, and not specifically referring to lsd, but certainly is in the mind of psychedelia

I wrote this as dedication to SYD BARRETT

Off the face of Earth


The pale walls bring calm
while they cage him from the orange sky.
They allow him to blame,
nothing gives more comfort to a fading flame
the colorful breeze once flew in
from the different shades of grey above
the windows are closed now.
No one to tell the wonders,everything's stale now
they seemed like tallest of buildings then,
now he sees them as dying sparks.
It started with pain down the throat
and a creeping itch under the skin,
as he jumped off the face of earth
he could hear the clapping behind
getting dimmer day after day as he spun down.

The ship had long sailed,
the race was already over.
The laughs he laughed and the tears he cried;
the smiles he shared and the fights he fought
were far away now,everyone was beyond the finish line.

He hears shadows move in the dark.
They sound like the people who once knew him,
they talk differently now,he just catches them just by the corner of his eye.
He is bound to his bed,
he is still dazed but not confused as before.

He comes to visit me every Sunday;
Nurses tell me he is a friend,
he never told me his story
i know it just by the look in his eye.

The ENCHANTMENT


19
12
Kendall Ave  
known as the lab

a clandestine “set”
little weed.. little “wet”

a whole lot one would beg to forget

it’s was an out of the way we don’t play esoteric encampment

spooked by
Casper-rated spooks with their
exclusive chemical
enhancement


::the enchantment::


Mo B.
he’d dole out
a tab

the kind which
inna matter of time
would define
the feeling “fab”

meaning,

Moe B.
providing us
exactly
what that
code meant

meaning
the one that we’d find
within
the BIG tent

his spiel,
was his own thrill which
more & more we came
to adore

this, before
we even had access to the door
because

the quieter he spoke
the higher we’d soar

patterns on the wall
where the
window used to be

replaced by a vision wherein
a few of us perceived

clouds and trees
enmeshed within the sky
window-less clarity seeing
things that had us fly

where
the reason
for our trip was
the burdens
that we faced

here.
it was
chill-EZ
camped out
in outer space

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Shroom town cats



Having been plucked from obscurity
and thrown accordingly            
to the farthest point in the galaxy
then free falling through nebulae
in a steady oscillation              
occasionally surfing on the sound waves
courting florescent illumination
pulsing with colours              
that have yet to be infected
with the boundaries of an earthly prism            
                         
..whoooosh  
             
First thoughts formed a fleeting question              
that was (on reflection, and given the nature of the conversation)          
secondary to the hysterics              
barely being contained at liver level
           
Chrysanthemums it would seem              
take no joy in being plucked from the earth              
nor do they have any qualms            
about expressing their discontent
           
             
...whoooosh            
             
apparently, if one looks at the world objectively            
without the hindrance of continuum           
everything appears crystal-like in it's clarity            
this for me is the epitome
of being a cool cat in Shroom town.  
   
nevertheless.    
           
time is muscling itself
through the last lingers of this journey            
and is poised
to place me back accordingly            
to my relative obscurity
             
             

Wow thanksalot and congrats to switchblade aswell
I rille enjoyed this comp rite up my alley  lol