Mjäll
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The Big & Dandy Psychedelic Art/Poetry Thread
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cosmic charlie
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Jblazingphoenix100
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And it is totally gnarly my good man!
cosmic charlie
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thanks brother 
TestingPurposes
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Hey everyone; some of the images I've seen in here are fantastic. What amazing imaginations you all have. I don't pretend to be an artist when it comes to pen and pad, but here are some of my doodles influenced by certain substances.
The first was sketched on the back of an envelope:
Sitting in the thinker’s pose, roots are grasping as they grow, and instantly a compass rose, to show which way my life should flow. Peaceful like a pacaderm, demonic daze I am infirmed, though gazing tendrils can confirm, these oscillations are long term. A sinusoidal wave will break, upon the shores of life in wake; imagination for the sake, of painting over past mistakes. They clamber cautious up my ladder, to find the face of age’s adder, dig in deep and make me madder, birds and bandits, my thoughts shatter. Breaking down I find a line, between myself and the defined, I grow a fence out from my spine of touring trees on the incline, which dress my slimy muse up slick, in hats that hide the foul, thick, unsightly parasitic tick, an idle, stalling, snail; my shtick. Hoping he will find the road, which winds its way up to my dome, maybe there he’ll find a home, and mark the trails back where he roamed. I’ll leave the street light corner lit, to keep me bright and feed my wit, a pasture’s up the road a bit, where land and sea and sky will split; serenity in paradise, a snake upon an apple eyes, tasting what my conscience hides, sins away with fowl fly. Aviary lines have tied, the world I know to the divide, of other me’s the demon hides, though in plain sight he does preside. Confounding all my clarity, he skews my sense abhorrently; systems fade to anarchy, to yin my yang’s polarity… Polarity? Will burry me, when insane breaks through sanity. A rarity, when flurries flee a Zen campaign of vanity. Austerity still sullies leaves; dropped From the reigns which guide my trees. But charity; which laughed at me, is now the pain that sets me free.
The world turns and the ball rolls, a child learns that he too grows old.
And one day saying “eye can fly” a path diverged and caught my eye;
What’s dark is light when flashlights find the diamonds buried in our mind. The pressure burns our field to ash, and rocks that bring us in some cash, so sit on coal and all your trash, till like treasure…sparkles flash. A life as Dead, as is alive; a beating heart lies deep inside, the pain that makes us all survive, is honey held within my hive, of convex selves in times concave, a complex shelf of mimes depraved; of all the grays you pick the shade, which makes your background fade away, Theslideshow walls pull back the past, so to the side the photos cast, a present presence which won’t last, if life’s a sail this is the mast.
Electrified I came awake, shocked to find the world deflate; as ticking time bombs set a rate, that tock the weight of all we hate...but Pendulous the bridge it sways, from tree to tree it catches rays, that dry its planks and count its days on ropes unraveled in a phrase…
The demon’s horn departs at ease, a shark into our ocean bleeds, his scimitar has been unsheathed, and gambles with the dreams we seed.
So cut the deck of cards in half, and count your reds as well as blacks; diamonds, spades the kings and jacks, and you, the joker melt like wax. One earth one sun one self, relax; and to the max I take these facts, that whacks an axe across the backs of stacked up plaques which draw the maps of all the tracks we ourselves lack.
And on an instruction manual during the tail end of an acid trip:
oracular will; ere surging up...cresting the accosting, yet edifying, wake; knowing never a fearful bud flower's the horizons; kindling a hundred petals to ignite in roaring dawn.
In my journal:
Why'd you dig for diamonds in the quick sand hour-glass?
Remember time and pressure of the past, not a few grains dropping fast.
Staring through the haze on the surface of the gray maze,
do you need a cast to write these plays?
Or can you one man band-stand rays in phase with the seated strand?
Sometimes you've got to understand, takes a pilgrimage to holy land.
The first was sketched on the back of an envelope:
Sitting in the thinker’s pose, roots are grasping as they grow, and instantly a compass rose, to show which way my life should flow. Peaceful like a pacaderm, demonic daze I am infirmed, though gazing tendrils can confirm, these oscillations are long term. A sinusoidal wave will break, upon the shores of life in wake; imagination for the sake, of painting over past mistakes. They clamber cautious up my ladder, to find the face of age’s adder, dig in deep and make me madder, birds and bandits, my thoughts shatter. Breaking down I find a line, between myself and the defined, I grow a fence out from my spine of touring trees on the incline, which dress my slimy muse up slick, in hats that hide the foul, thick, unsightly parasitic tick, an idle, stalling, snail; my shtick. Hoping he will find the road, which winds its way up to my dome, maybe there he’ll find a home, and mark the trails back where he roamed. I’ll leave the street light corner lit, to keep me bright and feed my wit, a pasture’s up the road a bit, where land and sea and sky will split; serenity in paradise, a snake upon an apple eyes, tasting what my conscience hides, sins away with fowl fly. Aviary lines have tied, the world I know to the divide, of other me’s the demon hides, though in plain sight he does preside. Confounding all my clarity, he skews my sense abhorrently; systems fade to anarchy, to yin my yang’s polarity… Polarity? Will burry me, when insane breaks through sanity. A rarity, when flurries flee a Zen campaign of vanity. Austerity still sullies leaves; dropped From the reigns which guide my trees. But charity; which laughed at me, is now the pain that sets me free.
The world turns and the ball rolls, a child learns that he too grows old.
And one day saying “eye can fly” a path diverged and caught my eye;
What’s dark is light when flashlights find the diamonds buried in our mind. The pressure burns our field to ash, and rocks that bring us in some cash, so sit on coal and all your trash, till like treasure…sparkles flash. A life as Dead, as is alive; a beating heart lies deep inside, the pain that makes us all survive, is honey held within my hive, of convex selves in times concave, a complex shelf of mimes depraved; of all the grays you pick the shade, which makes your background fade away, Theslideshow walls pull back the past, so to the side the photos cast, a present presence which won’t last, if life’s a sail this is the mast.
Electrified I came awake, shocked to find the world deflate; as ticking time bombs set a rate, that tock the weight of all we hate...but Pendulous the bridge it sways, from tree to tree it catches rays, that dry its planks and count its days on ropes unraveled in a phrase…
The demon’s horn departs at ease, a shark into our ocean bleeds, his scimitar has been unsheathed, and gambles with the dreams we seed.
So cut the deck of cards in half, and count your reds as well as blacks; diamonds, spades the kings and jacks, and you, the joker melt like wax. One earth one sun one self, relax; and to the max I take these facts, that whacks an axe across the backs of stacked up plaques which draw the maps of all the tracks we ourselves lack.
And on an instruction manual during the tail end of an acid trip:
oracular will; ere surging up...cresting the accosting, yet edifying, wake; knowing never a fearful bud flower's the horizons; kindling a hundred petals to ignite in roaring dawn.
In my journal:
Why'd you dig for diamonds in the quick sand hour-glass?
Remember time and pressure of the past, not a few grains dropping fast.
Staring through the haze on the surface of the gray maze,
do you need a cast to write these plays?
Or can you one man band-stand rays in phase with the seated strand?
Sometimes you've got to understand, takes a pilgrimage to holy land.
Delsyd
Bluelight Crew
^nice work.
Here's a bit by Allen Ginsberg about huasca.
Here's a bit by Allen Ginsberg about huasca.
Ligaturd
Bluelighter
Hi I'm new here and thought that I would share some Images that I drew recently, they were all done in a notebook with a pen, scanned, and then I used my computer to make them a little bit more presentable. Any critiques are welcome. The first two were done after experiences on LSA's and the last one was done on Dexies, that was the first time I've added colour to a picture and it turned out pretty well on paper but after scanning it revealed most of the imperfections.
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Jblazingphoenix100
Ex-Bluelighter
that first one ^ is insanely awesome..I like how you sign your work too, with poison-pen letter style
chaosbydesign
Bluelighter
Poetry or writing inspired by tripping
I didn't see any other threads quite like this around, so here we go!
There are many things that I've written inspired by trips, psychedelics or thoughts and ideas that my mind has entertained during trips.
But I'm going to post the prose/poem that I wrote specifically about tripping and my love for psychedelics:
It comforts me so much to think that maybe, we're all together.
That this life is close or distant depending on which angle you are graced by,
that we could share the same consciousness only split into different brains,
that ideas and communication are all that you need, that existence needs,
that assholes are only that way because of their conditioning but at heart they are just scared and confused,
and that no matter what, there is always another option, no matter how farfetched.
No matter how controversial it may be or how touchy people might get about it.
(Ex: Death)
It comforts me to take myself to this place.
For just a while, this is me. Or lack of me: the truth.
Every object used to have meaning to me
in an unconventional way,
I'd know what to use it for within a split second,
often to create a thought exchange or laughter of some kind.
To see the smile on someone's face or provoke.
And, my surroundings! This world we live in...
A world that sculpts itself every day.
If constant motion is an adventure,
analysis and observation are ecstasy.
Every meaning and emotion placed back where it belongs.
I've been trying for amusement, but amusement hasn't been showing its face lately.
Well, I found it here.
Amusement of the variety that transcends time, matter and space.
To merely exist is a joke...
and that is insanely beautiful to me.
perchance enough to send me into writhing fits of laughter and bewilderment,
but this is understanding, not disrespect.
For you are the epitome of the peculiar feeling
that has influenced the path of my life.
The only force that caused motion,
or led me to any place.
The magnetic force has dropped me off here,
and it's so dense with concentration.
Drawn to it like a mothie moth, I know nothing and I bask in wonder.
To think this could be a problem
is a fatal thought if I ever had one.
There must be something that I'm meant to do here.
Because that girl who had disappeared to dissociation is back again.
We remember the day she hopped on that bus, with no explanation and no remorse.
But now, she peers at herself from the vantage point on the balcony,
Now featuring emotions such as guilt and empathy.
How they plague her, but strengthen her all the same.
You give me hope, my friend.
I don't challenge my guardian, I embrace it.
I don't need permission to come through; I used to live here.
After that gradual deportation,
all I can do is long to return.
I hope that you'll always welcome me,
but that's probably up to me..
for when we fuse, you extend from me.
It's so beautiful, I can't help b...
Vague, I know, but I figure that people on here will get the gist of it since you are viewing this, after all
If anyone has any thoughts on this, feel free to share.
Anyone else have anything they've written inspired by tripping? Comments, compliments and criticisms on peoples' writings are welcome too.... well, I hope so at least :]
I didn't see any other threads quite like this around, so here we go!
There are many things that I've written inspired by trips, psychedelics or thoughts and ideas that my mind has entertained during trips.
But I'm going to post the prose/poem that I wrote specifically about tripping and my love for psychedelics:
It comforts me so much to think that maybe, we're all together.
That this life is close or distant depending on which angle you are graced by,
that we could share the same consciousness only split into different brains,
that ideas and communication are all that you need, that existence needs,
that assholes are only that way because of their conditioning but at heart they are just scared and confused,
and that no matter what, there is always another option, no matter how farfetched.
No matter how controversial it may be or how touchy people might get about it.
(Ex: Death)
It comforts me to take myself to this place.
For just a while, this is me. Or lack of me: the truth.
Every object used to have meaning to me
in an unconventional way,
I'd know what to use it for within a split second,
often to create a thought exchange or laughter of some kind.
To see the smile on someone's face or provoke.
And, my surroundings! This world we live in...
A world that sculpts itself every day.
If constant motion is an adventure,
analysis and observation are ecstasy.
Every meaning and emotion placed back where it belongs.
I've been trying for amusement, but amusement hasn't been showing its face lately.
Well, I found it here.
Amusement of the variety that transcends time, matter and space.
To merely exist is a joke...
and that is insanely beautiful to me.
perchance enough to send me into writhing fits of laughter and bewilderment,
but this is understanding, not disrespect.
For you are the epitome of the peculiar feeling
that has influenced the path of my life.
The only force that caused motion,
or led me to any place.
The magnetic force has dropped me off here,
and it's so dense with concentration.
Drawn to it like a mothie moth, I know nothing and I bask in wonder.
To think this could be a problem
is a fatal thought if I ever had one.
There must be something that I'm meant to do here.
Because that girl who had disappeared to dissociation is back again.
We remember the day she hopped on that bus, with no explanation and no remorse.
But now, she peers at herself from the vantage point on the balcony,
Now featuring emotions such as guilt and empathy.
How they plague her, but strengthen her all the same.
You give me hope, my friend.
I don't challenge my guardian, I embrace it.
I don't need permission to come through; I used to live here.
After that gradual deportation,
all I can do is long to return.
I hope that you'll always welcome me,
but that's probably up to me..
for when we fuse, you extend from me.
It's so beautiful, I can't help b...
Vague, I know, but I figure that people on here will get the gist of it since you are viewing this, after all
If anyone has any thoughts on this, feel free to share.Anyone else have anything they've written inspired by tripping? Comments, compliments and criticisms on peoples' writings are welcome too.... well, I hope so at least :]
MistaJeff
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Shambles
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3, 2, 1, merge.
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Once I've chopped this image up and polished each tile, I'll post a few recombinations of it.
Nullified
Greenlighter
Hey. Has anyone in here found that their artistic ability increases when on something, or are you just naturally that good sober? Just wondering, and thought the responses would be interesting. Thanks. ^_^
strangedays_indeed
Bluelighter
cosmic, ligaturd, pans, and testing your art is really neat!
I have some paintings from over the past few months i need to get some hires digital shots of them maybe you guys would dig them. ill try to get some up since art seems to consume alot of my time, that and lurking on web forums and seeking higher knowledge from unknown sources
I have some paintings from over the past few months i need to get some hires digital shots of them maybe you guys would dig them. ill try to get some up since art seems to consume alot of my time, that and lurking on web forums and seeking higher knowledge from unknown sources
Tunnelfission
Bluelighter
I like the psychedellic art that naturally collages a whole canvas with different creatures/shapes themes. very interesting
scubagirl200
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ShiftingStarlight
Bluelighter
Wow, I haven't visited in a loooooooong time. This thread hasn't gotten that much bigger.. I can see myself spending a good while going through everything I missed though.. once I make this post! I don't have much at the moment, I've hardly drawn in my absence, all the things I'm decently proud of remain unfinished.. but not for long! Most of my art recently is a product of marijuana smoking.. which is pretty psychedelic for me personally :] And for that I am grateful. All of this art is from last year, I'll post some of my newer stuff as I finish it. Damnable art block!
My first attempt at a tattoo design.
Fucking right those are cuttlefish! The only poisonous species of cuttle, and my favourite, too! I plan on revising this a tiny bit- the left one. If only could make it into some totally prismatic lineart..I want to have this put on me, but I don't know where, since it's so symmetrical. I already have a tattoo between my shoulder blades, and I REFUSE to get a trampstamp.
DISCUSS.
Slightly hesitant to post this because its a cutesy little animal, but for some reason I don't think anyone here will give me too much shit.. LSA Cute little animals LOVE to party. I don't know what you are talking about. >_>;
floating... floating...
My first attempt at a tattoo design.
Fucking right those are cuttlefish! The only poisonous species of cuttle, and my favourite, too! I plan on revising this a tiny bit- the left one. If only could make it into some totally prismatic lineart..I want to have this put on me, but I don't know where, since it's so symmetrical. I already have a tattoo between my shoulder blades, and I REFUSE to get a trampstamp.
DISCUSS.
Slightly hesitant to post this because its a cutesy little animal, but for some reason I don't think anyone here will give me too much shit.. LSA
Cute little animals LOVE to party. I don't know what you are talking about. >_>;
floating... floating...
Jblazingphoenix100
Ex-Bluelighter
shfting starlight you kick ASS!! WOuld love to see more of your stuff I hear ya about artists block ![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
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