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The Big & Dandy Psychedelic Art/Poetry Thread

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Drew this while stoned to the bone

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ControlDenied said:
Constructive:
...If you made the photograph aspect a little more obvious (to confuse people) and overall more intricate,well it would be better (in my opinion). I just see potential in the photo mandala thing
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Someone told me to explain these, and while I guess that's cool, I always thought traditionally things were meant to explain themselves...

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thanks for the link willow11.... i will see if i can produce any art from this......
edit; haha nevermind my mind doesn work well like that.
i have a hard enough time uploading pics...here is my artfold....unfolding once again...

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i decided to post some of my old work.
I hav hundreds of drawings so i dont want to post them all and take up unneccessary space.
These ones seemed to call out for attention tonight.
hope you enjoy!

this one reminds me of a DMT fractal-
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another mushroom induced vision-
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and this last one is various vortexes,
2cI helped start these-(about 4 years ago)
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hope you enjoy these as much as i do would make great stained glass windows, or glass ceilings, but with colors, and as
the sun rides on by it shows its light thru the glass...just an idea...haha
 
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Crystals falling like the rain,
bouncing off a mirror plane
dissolving into whisks of air
melting slivers refract the glare

Bleeding into silver pools,
the delicate diamond jewels
bend and break the glow
in a riveting rainbow flow.
 
I stood and listened,
with senses undefined,
to an abrstract void in the distance,
when the world was young.

Color so rich, I could taste,
Or maybe just seing for the first time.

Fire in the sky...
Things that I felt?
...But i was just high.
 
this ones entitled "bad trip". this poem was written in direct response to the reason im not tripping for a good little while.

stillness,
a solidfying of emotions,
darkness beckons with tantalizing tentacles,
caressing anxiety and paranoia,
building frenzy,
a raging storm,
exploding through my consciousness.

the massacre of reality,
everything is wrong,
nothing seems real,
existence fades,
in this eternal moment,
i am terrified.

shattering the concept,
embracing the argument,
burying the signposts amidst mountains of ash,
this desolate place has magnetism,
i go through loops,
a moment of calm,
a moment of horror.

blackest i recall the fatal energy,
ruining the pathways of my heart,
destroying everything ive worked so hard for,
tearing my relationships apart.


escapism has its beauty in the absence,
of everything ive slowly come to hate,
but escape i cant from the internal chaos,
that threatens to rip away my fate.

this muse that once allowed me to see clearly,
now blinds me with a mirror of my worst fears,
its time to let the world enfold around me,
and enjoy the pain,the love,the kisses and tears.
 
heres somethign a little more uplifting for everyone....

tunneling into the flesh of god
parasites we are
and though some can see
we are overwhelmed by the popular opinion,
a beast that can only be conquered by a chorus
of strong willed individuals
arching our dreams to the sparkling sky
offering up the very essence of our souls to the heavens
exploding with the autumns of our dying worldview
the leaves they enfold our bitter defense mechanisms
crushing in their wake the ability to hate,to fear,to live a lie
burning in their fearsome glory they sear away our masks
and we walked from the forest with light in our minds
projecting forth and annihilating the constructs we have built
the traps we layed for ourselves when we became conscious beings
its been boiling since day one
the crucible is overflowing and we can not stop the tide
a reversal,a shift,a magnificent supernova of consciousness
enveloping everyone and everything with the warmth of our mother earth
we are not merely husks of carbon and oxygen
we will rise above these ruined vessels
to merge at last with our collective unconscious
and then we will dance
unburdened and alive
screaming wordless intimations of joy into the accepting ears of angels
and then we will see,that we were all angels at one point.
 
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