So, I have dabbled in psychedelics for a while, but this past summer I would say that I was getting so fucked that my reality started to skew. For the past few weeks I have had limited contact with anything but the herb, but I wrote this poem to reflect on the potential and power of psychedelics. One of my inspirations was experiencing a drastic decrease in my PTSD symptoms following a roll that shook me to the core and instilled a deep-seated respect for psychotropics that, unfortunately (IMO), many lack.
Altered
These few words come from a mind… altered,
Within me surges a desire to write, create, and to appreciate
That is in no way a justification for my alteration, quite the contrary.
So many people are using on the streets,
Rushing corner to corner of huge cities in fleets.
Lamentable; our perspective has come under fire
From those who don’t feel that gaining insight is absolutely dire.
Those who don’t have the eye for the beauty and energy in the universe and are ignorant to its flow;
Flowing like the thoughts in my head that go ‘round
All of which, as of late, are entirely goal-directed toward keeping me sound
This addy is motivating me, yet, it’s bittersweet—does it come for free?
No—it comes at a slight cost… to my dopamine and catecholamines.
Well, that’s the pernicious nature of amphetamine, piperazine, phencyclidine,
and the beta-ketone of three-four-methylenedioxymethamphetamine.
Yeah, yeah, all of those rhyme and cost more than a pretty dime—but think:
If you had never nudged the brink of the rabbit hole, or slinked around it, or fell face-first into it,
Would you still have the same, unscathed, innocent soul?
Yes, no, maybe—but regardless, we have changed
Some may call us deranged.
After a few (dozen) hops into that psychedelic rabbit hole
Or even just one ablutionary MDMA roll,
You will eventually:
Hop out on the other side.
Reflect on your ride.
Assess the degree to which your brain has fried.
And—all of a sudden—peace?
You start to see a divine purpose.
Those fleets I spoke of earlier?
Their faces still reflect that same mirthless ignorance.
We were blessed with the opportunity to have experienced such visceral trials and tribulations
that set us on the road toward transcendence, ultimately arising from profound revelations.
Others, however, inebriated and brimming with naivety, will surely not have bestowed upon them the Eye,
Which encompasses the absolute truth behind the cosmos,
Everything working in unison like gizmos,
Exhaling beauty like the sounds of tenor falsettos.
Undoubtedly, those spiritual enough to realize the power of exposure
to pain and suffering while ruminating nature’s splendid composure,
Will reap supernatural knowledge—but what’s the use of that when society tells us to learn in college?
What’s the use? Only the opportunity to feel genuine love, awe, fear, wonder, and destitution,
either directly or indirectly through your friends’ vibes.
You may wonder what relevance this has for our lives:
Starting and embracing this journey has the potential to precipitate euphoric psychical resolution.
Perhaps this eye was simply, mystically bestowed upon us, but I believe we were once so blind
So pathetically blind we were to our innate drive toward the truth of infinity, that without any fight,
we stepped into the light, imbuing within us the strength to work toward integrating everything--just right.
For minds that are so bent and altered,
It’d take a fucking fool to think he could ever convince us that we have faltered.
Altered
These few words come from a mind… altered,
Within me surges a desire to write, create, and to appreciate
That is in no way a justification for my alteration, quite the contrary.
So many people are using on the streets,
Rushing corner to corner of huge cities in fleets.
Lamentable; our perspective has come under fire
From those who don’t feel that gaining insight is absolutely dire.
Those who don’t have the eye for the beauty and energy in the universe and are ignorant to its flow;
Flowing like the thoughts in my head that go ‘round
All of which, as of late, are entirely goal-directed toward keeping me sound
This addy is motivating me, yet, it’s bittersweet—does it come for free?
No—it comes at a slight cost… to my dopamine and catecholamines.
Well, that’s the pernicious nature of amphetamine, piperazine, phencyclidine,
and the beta-ketone of three-four-methylenedioxymethamphetamine.
Yeah, yeah, all of those rhyme and cost more than a pretty dime—but think:
If you had never nudged the brink of the rabbit hole, or slinked around it, or fell face-first into it,
Would you still have the same, unscathed, innocent soul?
Yes, no, maybe—but regardless, we have changed
Some may call us deranged.
After a few (dozen) hops into that psychedelic rabbit hole
Or even just one ablutionary MDMA roll,
You will eventually:
Hop out on the other side.
Reflect on your ride.
Assess the degree to which your brain has fried.
And—all of a sudden—peace?
You start to see a divine purpose.
Those fleets I spoke of earlier?
Their faces still reflect that same mirthless ignorance.
We were blessed with the opportunity to have experienced such visceral trials and tribulations
that set us on the road toward transcendence, ultimately arising from profound revelations.
Others, however, inebriated and brimming with naivety, will surely not have bestowed upon them the Eye,
Which encompasses the absolute truth behind the cosmos,
Everything working in unison like gizmos,
Exhaling beauty like the sounds of tenor falsettos.
Undoubtedly, those spiritual enough to realize the power of exposure
to pain and suffering while ruminating nature’s splendid composure,
Will reap supernatural knowledge—but what’s the use of that when society tells us to learn in college?
What’s the use? Only the opportunity to feel genuine love, awe, fear, wonder, and destitution,
either directly or indirectly through your friends’ vibes.
You may wonder what relevance this has for our lives:
Starting and embracing this journey has the potential to precipitate euphoric psychical resolution.
Perhaps this eye was simply, mystically bestowed upon us, but I believe we were once so blind
So pathetically blind we were to our innate drive toward the truth of infinity, that without any fight,
we stepped into the light, imbuing within us the strength to work toward integrating everything--just right.
For minds that are so bent and altered,
It’d take a fucking fool to think he could ever convince us that we have faltered.