liquidocean
Bluelighter
I'm going through some scrapbooks of mine back in my old-skool stoner days when i was first figuring things out and rearranging my brain. I was still emotionally soft, and i found a lot of my writing (and a little drawing) was heavily influenced by my reading of the Tao teh Ching. In some, it is painfully obvious. A lot of references to dark and light, sun and moon, etc. I was also kinda hit by two hard breakups, and i found a good therapeutic outlet in writing, so it may relfect some emotional cynicism of course, but all in all, i was very idealistic during this stage. I liked 'divining', if you will, mantras with a catchy beat. My favorite to this day is this: "To feel her energy flowing through me.....is magic."
Feel free to read, peruse, comment, tell me if you can see a resemblance between the omar of yesteryear and the omar of now. It is quite a trip going through my old journals, i must tell you. And by the way, i had smoked my first wave of pot, and had several acid and shroom trips, and had started a new experience in 95...ecstasy. The good old skool brown sugar kind. - l/o
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'Gazing Wide Open'
And the eyes of the children
are gazing, wide open
but the mouths of the children
have not learned to speak
So they cry, cry, cry
point to the sky
turn to their elders
and then ask them why
You can speak a new world
in an instant
if you just fill your lungs with the breath
You can live for ten thousand
years if you want
when start to accept your own death
Death, death death
it rests in their head
it lies in their bed
The gates of their madness
are swinging wide open
until they can put this to rest
[ 31 October 2002: Message edited by: liquidocean ]
Feel free to read, peruse, comment, tell me if you can see a resemblance between the omar of yesteryear and the omar of now. It is quite a trip going through my old journals, i must tell you. And by the way, i had smoked my first wave of pot, and had several acid and shroom trips, and had started a new experience in 95...ecstasy. The good old skool brown sugar kind. - l/o
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'Gazing Wide Open'
And the eyes of the children
are gazing, wide open
but the mouths of the children
have not learned to speak
So they cry, cry, cry
point to the sky
turn to their elders
and then ask them why
You can speak a new world
in an instant
if you just fill your lungs with the breath
You can live for ten thousand
years if you want
when start to accept your own death
Death, death death
it rests in their head
it lies in their bed
The gates of their madness
are swinging wide open
until they can put this to rest
[ 31 October 2002: Message edited by: liquidocean ]
