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Just A Little Higher....
I stared into the mirror
and a million moments at once seemed to pass...
As the sky...
the sun....and
The moon... all faded away...
I wondered if I was dreaming...
lucidly while standing in my bathroom.
My face...began to fade...then shimmer
as stars fell behind me on a hill...
In a place that was familiar....yet
so far away...
As I watched
I longed to be where ever this place was
So I reached my hand out....hoping
to penetrate the veil between the worlds....
As vapors of orange and magenta swirled and blended
into the background...
It was as If I could hear voices calling me...
yet....my fingers met the glass as a new harsh reality
settled in....
I was not allowed entry...
It felt like a million more minutes passed
as I concentrated and focused my energy
to make me materialize inside this space....
Now a cold sweat has taken over my euphoria...
As the scene before me fades...
My heart is breaking....as I fear I will
never see or witness such perfection again...
Now those distance voices are louder
as I realize they are coming from the other side
of the bathroom door....
"Kandi, what the fuck are you doing in there?!"
I hear my friend's voice calling to me...
seems like she is in a tunnel.... her voice
is still too far away....
I am still to dissapointed and heart broken
to even answer her as the vision of the world on the other
side of the mirror begins to
shimmer and fade like ripples in water....
Some how...I open the door....
and she burst in....eyes wide...
as I am sitting serenely on the edge of the bath tub
rolling a joint of this HYDRO....
I realized...That hit of acid I did....was not enough
I couldnt get through the doorway....
I smiled...as I thought about it...
Just a little higher....
"Shut the door so we can hot box!" I told her.
I couldnt wait....
to look in the mirror again.
Later on.
and a million moments at once seemed to pass...
As the sky...
the sun....and
The moon... all faded away...
I wondered if I was dreaming...
lucidly while standing in my bathroom.
My face...began to fade...then shimmer
as stars fell behind me on a hill...
In a place that was familiar....yet
so far away...
As I watched
I longed to be where ever this place was
So I reached my hand out....hoping
to penetrate the veil between the worlds....
As vapors of orange and magenta swirled and blended
into the background...
It was as If I could hear voices calling me...
yet....my fingers met the glass as a new harsh reality
settled in....
I was not allowed entry...
It felt like a million more minutes passed
as I concentrated and focused my energy
to make me materialize inside this space....
Now a cold sweat has taken over my euphoria...
As the scene before me fades...
My heart is breaking....as I fear I will
never see or witness such perfection again...
Now those distance voices are louder
as I realize they are coming from the other side
of the bathroom door....
"Kandi, what the fuck are you doing in there?!"
I hear my friend's voice calling to me...
seems like she is in a tunnel.... her voice
is still too far away....
I am still to dissapointed and heart broken
to even answer her as the vision of the world on the other
side of the mirror begins to
shimmer and fade like ripples in water....
Some how...I open the door....
and she burst in....eyes wide...
as I am sitting serenely on the edge of the bath tub
rolling a joint of this HYDRO....
I realized...That hit of acid I did....was not enough
I couldnt get through the doorway....
I smiled...as I thought about it...
Just a little higher....
"Shut the door so we can hot box!" I told her.
I couldnt wait....
to look in the mirror again.
Later on.
Published 18th Feb 2013
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18th Feb 2013 9:52pm
18th Feb 2013 11:24pm
18th Feb 2013 9:54pm
Insane poem Fire it was intriguing and funny well done this :)
I love sitting serenely rolling joints...its one of hobbies ;)
I love sitting serenely rolling joints...its one of hobbies ;)
Anonymous
18th Feb 2013 10:11pm
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19th Feb 2013 1:11am
If you were here Gabe I sure would!all trips are better whew n you take your friends along!
xoxo
Fire
xoxo
Fire
Slipping in and out of the nether realms.
Tripping through a cloud and staying within your palms
Bliss between the scenes fits
Exhibited in your dream Mistress Phoenix
Such a beautiful land
Due to roll between your hands
It was as If I could hear voices calling me...
yet....my fingers met the glass as a new harsh reality
settled in....
I was not allowed entry...
Mirror's glean blasted your wishes beyond stars?
Weirdest dream last night I had that in the past you were Ishtar--
This element scared me.
I nearly stuttered inside. But gutter wise
And holding my zone wary
I was only there to narrate and see.
Ishtar- development to carry
Jewels of life
Elementary ... denied by a sentry
No entry until a period of unruly strife.
Whether the battle following, Ishtar denied entry by the sentry...
Was one of Amazon war and escape or a bad metaphor for rape...
The part that sparked for me was the dark parallel to Patriarchy overthrowing mapped divisions of matrilineal decisions... morally re-encoding orally told history and culture... in victory vamped by vultures... a mad peeve, but it's part of my baaad steeze... the overthrow and cultural colder flow... motherhood on its knees, brothers stood holding the lease...
held within the parallel of the jail cell entailed in the hell tale told of Ishtar's bold move. Jewels and clothing Goddess shed to prove.
To escape the gates on that scene. It's a real groove but damn, Phoenix, I couldn't escape that dream. It moved this man to clean this and I didn't expect to be re-proved...
re-moved upon reading your newest stream.
But now that development that had me so wary?
Seems so elementary.
If you've had so many lives before Mistress Phoenix,
Graceful huntress who holds the faces of her quarry-
And still brings peace to ghosts she meets and holds them close,
To hold so many souls in the folds of your coat...
There must've been a first
Trusted burst
Ritual for momentum to disperse
Like an initial birth
It felt like a million more minutes passed
as I concentrated and focused my energy
to make me materialize inside this space....
A million more lives to return home
Zillions of whys to learn in every zone
Bliss past stars, but Ishtar soon became human
And had riddles of paths shown
Now a cold sweat has taken over my euphoria...
As the scene before me fades...
My heart is breaking....as I fear I will
never see or witness such perfection again...
You looked in the mirror and saw the beginning of beginning?
Your poem shook me clearer. It spins me me further than the blur of subway graffiti with every re-reading!
Your descrip of a trip WAS a trip!
Tripping through a cloud and staying within your palms
Bliss between the scenes fits
Exhibited in your dream Mistress Phoenix
Such a beautiful land
Due to roll between your hands
It was as If I could hear voices calling me...
yet....my fingers met the glass as a new harsh reality
settled in....
I was not allowed entry...
Mirror's glean blasted your wishes beyond stars?
Weirdest dream last night I had that in the past you were Ishtar--
This element scared me.
I nearly stuttered inside. But gutter wise
And holding my zone wary
I was only there to narrate and see.
Ishtar- development to carry
Jewels of life
Elementary ... denied by a sentry
No entry until a period of unruly strife.
Whether the battle following, Ishtar denied entry by the sentry...
Was one of Amazon war and escape or a bad metaphor for rape...
The part that sparked for me was the dark parallel to Patriarchy overthrowing mapped divisions of matrilineal decisions... morally re-encoding orally told history and culture... in victory vamped by vultures... a mad peeve, but it's part of my baaad steeze... the overthrow and cultural colder flow... motherhood on its knees, brothers stood holding the lease...
held within the parallel of the jail cell entailed in the hell tale told of Ishtar's bold move. Jewels and clothing Goddess shed to prove.
To escape the gates on that scene. It's a real groove but damn, Phoenix, I couldn't escape that dream. It moved this man to clean this and I didn't expect to be re-proved...
re-moved upon reading your newest stream.
But now that development that had me so wary?
Seems so elementary.
If you've had so many lives before Mistress Phoenix,
Graceful huntress who holds the faces of her quarry-
And still brings peace to ghosts she meets and holds them close,
To hold so many souls in the folds of your coat...
There must've been a first
Trusted burst
Ritual for momentum to disperse
Like an initial birth
It felt like a million more minutes passed
as I concentrated and focused my energy
to make me materialize inside this space....
A million more lives to return home
Zillions of whys to learn in every zone
Bliss past stars, but Ishtar soon became human
And had riddles of paths shown
Now a cold sweat has taken over my euphoria...
As the scene before me fades...
My heart is breaking....as I fear I will
never see or witness such perfection again...
You looked in the mirror and saw the beginning of beginning?
Your poem shook me clearer. It spins me me further than the blur of subway graffiti with every re-reading!
Your descrip of a trip WAS a trip!
19th Feb 2013 00:39am
YOU My Loki Leave me Speechless beyond any comprehension......your outlook more than amazes me...
I think it saves me.....
from exstinction....
You brink me back from the brink of insanity...
as your words like soft curves....land in.... to me
I am honored...at your written raphsody...
of my spiritual .....begginings.\
Much Love.
Fire
I think it saves me.....
from exstinction....
You brink me back from the brink of insanity...
as your words like soft curves....land in.... to me
I am honored...at your written raphsody...
of my spiritual .....begginings.\
Much Love.
Fire
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19th Feb 2013 9:39am
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19th Feb 2013 8:24pm
