Waffle Sock
Bluelighter
This poem was inspired by riding as a passenger in a car while under the spell of DMT:
Strumming the strings of reality.
Playing the tune of consciousness
Coloring your emotions.
Implosion and remix of thoughts.
What were you trying to think?
Remember, what is remember?
Rapid, aggressive, Pulchritudinous display of ethereal designs accentuated by the geometry of nature facilitate Gorgeous mayhem.
Every tree, every leaf, every cloud, Every elevation and depression of terrain,
Every spatial area - is meticulously placed, brilliant, crisp and
, exuding energy
The 'sky' can be truly appreciated for its massiveness.
Earth is humble
My thoughts jumble
Purple roads crumble
Into an extraplanetary jungle
Cool ya?
Ok. I've realized that its quite commonplace to get this "thought jumble" during the peak of a trip. It goes as follows (as Im listening to music):
" What is this? What was I thinking about before? What was I suppose to be thinking about? What is thinking? Do I remember? What is remember?" - compounding thoughts - At this point, it becomes apparent that Nothing else exists but the moment.
Then all of my senses become one; the music, the visuals, the emotions, the connexion to reality. And then it explodes (there's no other word to accurately capture this moment). Then it's extremely beautiful. Synchronicity ensues as there's a recuperation of your ego.
Ya the "jumbled thoughts" is pretty gnarly. Its so beautiful in a disturbing manner. I can't precisely convey it because one has to experience it (because I can't manipulate your psyche in such a manner.. dropped out of Jedi Academy before this course unfortunately).
Strumming the strings of reality.
Playing the tune of consciousness
Coloring your emotions.
Implosion and remix of thoughts.
What were you trying to think?
Remember, what is remember?
Rapid, aggressive, Pulchritudinous display of ethereal designs accentuated by the geometry of nature facilitate Gorgeous mayhem.
Every tree, every leaf, every cloud, Every elevation and depression of terrain,
Every spatial area - is meticulously placed, brilliant, crisp and
, exuding energy
The 'sky' can be truly appreciated for its massiveness.
Earth is humble
My thoughts jumble
Purple roads crumble
Into an extraplanetary jungle
Cool ya?
Ok. I've realized that its quite commonplace to get this "thought jumble" during the peak of a trip. It goes as follows (as Im listening to music):
" What is this? What was I thinking about before? What was I suppose to be thinking about? What is thinking? Do I remember? What is remember?" - compounding thoughts - At this point, it becomes apparent that Nothing else exists but the moment.
Then all of my senses become one; the music, the visuals, the emotions, the connexion to reality. And then it explodes (there's no other word to accurately capture this moment). Then it's extremely beautiful. Synchronicity ensues as there's a recuperation of your ego.
Ya the "jumbled thoughts" is pretty gnarly. Its so beautiful in a disturbing manner. I can't precisely convey it because one has to experience it (because I can't manipulate your psyche in such a manner.. dropped out of Jedi Academy before this course unfortunately).
