stonerfromohio
Bluelighter
This depression
Caused by lifes repression
Cannot be solved by one meditation session
I must let these questions be
So that I can be free of the theories and despair
All I need is someone to be close to
I know im supposed to
When love has been present im happy
Loss of love hinders my mind
Shining light confined to a dark room with a bowl and a couch
Just pull out one more nug out the pouch
Ouch im comatose again
This is the only place ive been
Damnit I always keep spinning in the same damn direction
Infinite dissection of the thoughts in my head
Has just made them go faster
The church pastor couldn’t do anything for me
What is going on the books don’t seem to have an answer
Science doesn’t realize it’s a narrative
But either does religion
All answers to the unknown
Mabye I should just be still
And let the perceiver fall into the perceived
When I sink into the depths of my being
The feeling is freeing
The things ive been seeing
When I can linger in this place
And find my true face
But it seems that I try and grasp this peace
Until im stuck in my old headspace again
Back into time and space
This mace that showers my sensual prism
A grainy feeling that layers itself over the void
I feel like I am being toyed with
This filth consumes me
These toxic thought forms pervade everything I do
Am I one of a few or are there others like this to?
If you only know what im going through
But it pales in comparison to millions
Do I want pity?
Do I write to sound wity?
To impress these digital aliases
Possessed by this virtual reality
An extension of me ink blots on the page
Used to denote this horrible place I experience
But its not always like this
If I could only go back to the place of my true face just one more time
Eat the magic paper that removes the crud
Eliminates all the mud
And casts off the hoods
Only to drift back into the density
Oh my god the propensity of this addiction
Have I not learned it’s a fiction that any drug could cure me
I must be still and just let me be me
With no expectation
No desire for dissipation
Just float aloof in the emptiness of form
In the form of emptiness
I find peace
A feeling of comforting fleece
Where compassion resides
And Christ abides
And no one but the void confides
Who never picks sides
And cant be named
For there is no one to be blamed
Get the fuck out my head
I will not be domesticated and tamed
Shed this conditioning
Do my own thing
What do I bring to a situation?
Each time I ingest a psychedelic
The meta-structure of my personality finishes
Or diminishes into a new form
That is certainly outside the social norm
In this world im torn
Between desire and peace
This constant struggle inside my head
Its almost better if I were dead
Someone lead me away from where I am now
I need a shock a cablow to my being
Please somebody help me
Caused by lifes repression
Cannot be solved by one meditation session
I must let these questions be
So that I can be free of the theories and despair
All I need is someone to be close to
I know im supposed to
When love has been present im happy
Loss of love hinders my mind
Shining light confined to a dark room with a bowl and a couch
Just pull out one more nug out the pouch
Ouch im comatose again
This is the only place ive been
Damnit I always keep spinning in the same damn direction
Infinite dissection of the thoughts in my head
Has just made them go faster
The church pastor couldn’t do anything for me
What is going on the books don’t seem to have an answer
Science doesn’t realize it’s a narrative
But either does religion
All answers to the unknown
Mabye I should just be still
And let the perceiver fall into the perceived
When I sink into the depths of my being
The feeling is freeing
The things ive been seeing
When I can linger in this place
And find my true face
But it seems that I try and grasp this peace
Until im stuck in my old headspace again
Back into time and space
This mace that showers my sensual prism
A grainy feeling that layers itself over the void
I feel like I am being toyed with
This filth consumes me
These toxic thought forms pervade everything I do
Am I one of a few or are there others like this to?
If you only know what im going through
But it pales in comparison to millions
Do I want pity?
Do I write to sound wity?
To impress these digital aliases
Possessed by this virtual reality
An extension of me ink blots on the page
Used to denote this horrible place I experience
But its not always like this
If I could only go back to the place of my true face just one more time
Eat the magic paper that removes the crud
Eliminates all the mud
And casts off the hoods
Only to drift back into the density
Oh my god the propensity of this addiction
Have I not learned it’s a fiction that any drug could cure me
I must be still and just let me be me
With no expectation
No desire for dissipation
Just float aloof in the emptiness of form
In the form of emptiness
I find peace
A feeling of comforting fleece
Where compassion resides
And Christ abides
And no one but the void confides
Who never picks sides
And cant be named
For there is no one to be blamed
Get the fuck out my head
I will not be domesticated and tamed
Shed this conditioning
Do my own thing
What do I bring to a situation?
Each time I ingest a psychedelic
The meta-structure of my personality finishes
Or diminishes into a new form
That is certainly outside the social norm
In this world im torn
Between desire and peace
This constant struggle inside my head
Its almost better if I were dead
Someone lead me away from where I am now
I need a shock a cablow to my being
Please somebody help me
