mescaline
Cunning Stunt
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Perverse & Bazaar I love Mexico, and
I love China.....
But there’s nothing I love more
than Your....
Smile.
The Apothecary
Located deep within the bounteous and
fruitful Ambrosia of my medullas' oblongata,
resides my naked imagination
-Feast you on my Dreams
and tighten your meaty fist
around your delicate golden spoon.
-Inflame you on my embers
your passion
purged like the immortal icor
now webbing through your dry veins..
Till the sapless shroud collapses
and scatters into the dry desert sand.
a blind and thoughtless tongue
forages recklessly across
your chin..
the last drop
Transcendestiny
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Through The Looking Glass into the dark treed forest
cease the dream
come with me
Enter the darkened night
wander lusting searches sight
to weigh the days
till dusk wakes dawn.
The Ancient ones await
amongst the jade treetops
bright jeweled stars
chrysanthemum fractal
scenes beam with
shimmer dance of night sky
fire glow in distant clearing
the time is near.
drumbeats meaning
the time is here
a ceremony undertaken
the grand vision
smoke stained eyes
the mind awakens
infinite waves of bliss
lick from the living breathing sea
the shore
eroding the deep chasm of time
a stained glass mandala
caught like a dream
like a
prism of dew wet web
lacing together
the continuum of time to space
Past, Placenta, and Future
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Through The Looking Glass when i was just an irresponsible fetus
kicking away in mothers womb,
I heard words spoken and
didn't know what to make of them.
sounds of noise and vibrations
soft as a feather falling into
a freshly-snowfallen meadow.
a silence that reverberates
the heartbeat that courses in a whoosh
the blood of life in the veins webbing through
the tissue-paper -thin pinkness of my skin.
the formation of the first thought?
A meaningless synapse of neurons?
am I alive?
Why?
What is the meaning of all this madness?
Fluidly viscous ethereal colloid bubble
My amniocent-thesis ?
As i laugh and kick away
in the drunken bliss of innocence.
- And here she thought she had gas.
Infinity Plus One
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Through The Looking Glass How relevant are we as heaps
of wasting organic matter
to think think that we have some purpose
than whats already in the cards
dealt for us to play in this life ?
As in vain as we are as whole,
and bold we are to enoble
ourselves to such worthy a cause.
What is missed is the simple fact
we have no more say than the next
who looks to the same sky as we ;
yet we as sure as the sun shines
go forth ever onward seeking
something hididng from being found.
Naked eyes and naked bodies
watching the hands go round and round
Next Lifetime
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Through The Looking Glass I find it unbearable
to look,
at times,
and
avert
my
eyes
despite
a beauty so fair
my eyes
should not
contain nor
spy .
Your
pink foot-prints
dance a lovely dance
across my grey brain,
and your scent
plays chase
with my pen.
Maybe next lifetime.
For in this
in-credible
life that we're in,
I find it hard
to ignore
If this force that I feel
Is some time portal
back
and your body;
once mine
to explore
But
until that day;
may I bask in the embrace
of your
eyes from afar?
and
In
the
sanctuary
of
your mind
do you long for
the same ?
I have felt eternitys blue eyes
tip toe up my spine.
So maybe
ill see you next lifetime;
Ive got
ice
to chill
the
hottest
and the
reddest
of the
wine
dont be late.
Peep Show
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Perverse & Bazaar If poems were tongue
and mind was vagina,
i bet
you would come
to
read
mine, huh?
Knowing
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Through The Looking Glass Knowing is a relative term..
Ask the ocean why.
Ask the Ocean what it sees or knows...
and sit with pen-in-hand
and write .
(she sighs)
Its too deep......to vast .....
infinate salt grain time capsules
made prisoner by ink-stained paper?
"Surely I have gone mad"
(laughter)
- Can the ocean know?
"It has spoke to me"
It speaks to everyone
"I stood on the edge of the beach"
-it draws you in man
-im tellin' you it does....
Her eyes never beheld it-
Miles of white sand
the pier.
the clouds.
The voice of the ocean.
Its an old mans voice..Low and Smooth
It says "never forget"
and tells of Pirate Death
and message bottles
Secret pleasures that
cause sunken treasures and
fears that stain the shore.
The place I want to be scattered.