Post-Psychedelic Poetry

[raui]

I wrote a couple of poems the night after taking 2C-E, I hope you don't mind me sharing. After losing all of my old ones, I'd at least like to have them some place other than my HDD.

This one I wrote off the top off my head so not a whole lot of effort involved here, just spontaneous rambling. I wanted to do something that works from the bottom up as well but I couldn't really do that without a lot of effort, I still think it probably reads a little better that way though. (See below for examples of people actually doing that much better than me)

spoken word and thought
mind and matter
assemble and dissolve
easily they come to me
easily forgot

answers told with questions asked
as formed on the spot
noise interpreted using theory
now you see it all so clearly

hard to make of whats perceived
difficult to accept and believe
time remembering in reverse
living to create whats behind
what lies ahead sets in motion
plan to be unprepared
now you can begin

Here's another one I wrote, a little more effort involved. Rather than writing freely, I tried to write using some limitations which was kind of new for me. Each line is 20 letters. It's a play on a dream I had the night after 2C-E where I met "God" and he told me humans have 20 goals in life.

twenty goals to achieve
limits without borders
five less than a quarter
deny any more to be order
infinite fractals swim
so why confine our state
mortal games we play now
and then we flip our coin
inevitably we lose self
reduced to simply being
no longer the all seeing

Now I'd like to share a couple of poems I found while writing these. Not mine, one of them bugged me out a lot though and the other one made me burst into tears of joy when I read it in the positive direction.

Oh sure you guys can. See me in detention.
So, that's why we don't pay attention.
We're just studying late and our bodies are weak.
You know boys, this is your fourth time this week.
We know. We know. We've done this before.
Boys, go write your name on the board.
Now you know that we are late everyday.
Do you think we're late for school today?

You Can’t Do it. You Can Do it.
By Leo Ilog

You can’t do it.
Nobody can tell you that
You are an exceptional human being.
Even I, myself think that
You lack any kind of skill
It is wrong to say
In my honest opinion
But I have to express that
It is unbelievable
You keep going
The fact that
All of us
Are better than
You
Let me down
You will never
Become great at anything
And I think you might
Have too much effort
You can’t
Be the best you can be
It doesn’t take much to
Become good at something
You can
Quit
Don’t
Waste your time
You aren’t going to
Become something special
It is easy to
Give up
If you
Fail at something
You will
Not succeed
Even if you think that you will
Have a chance
You can do it and
It will be a complete failure.
It is impossible to say that
Opportunity is existent for you.

Hopefully I'll get the courage to post my trip reports from the three experiences I had the past month.

 

[cLOUDDEAD]

i've also got a poem i wrote after a 2ce trip.

by born again, did you mean torn, my friend?
birthed from an amoristic womb foresights the common alchemist tomb
an on-again off-again switch
i'm crystallized by night time
granulated at sunrise
liquefied since lunchtime
switching on-again off-again
your geography is dripping off yer lips