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The Big & Dandy Psychedelic Art/Poetry Thread

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qwe said:
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They are absolutely awesome, in the literal sense of the word.
 
illusion25 said:
psychedelicious -
simply amazing!

thanks!

samadhi_smiles said:
Wow! I cannot stop staring at your drawing psychedelicious! Very very nice! Any more in that style? :)

:) there will be, I have many drawings sitting around in my brain, waiting for me to give them life!

TheTwighlight said:
That's a crazy one, psych!

Thanks, brother.


I LOVE YOU ALL!
 
here is a poem my little brother wrote.
he is only 18 years old but has alot of expierence and is a very turned on person-

Scanning the green rolling hills of eden. Knowing what to look for. Tranquility fills me, as i sit and enjoy the scene. Alas i approach thee old detorating barbed fence. Watching as the white angelic cows graze on by. As the graze the hills and steadly watch me, i lurk on by. As i humble myself looking for the golden fruit, as i must kneel in order to see. One most walk where its moist, i find a multitude, so pleasing to thee eye. Erected white pillars, on top lying bright golden caps. Underneath the veil which has been torn alas.

Phrases past my mind áll that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost´
EAt of me and your eyes shall be opened. The fragment smell and pungent taste...i eat one then another, then one more making sure im filled.

I eat of you, so you may speak through me, and do thy work. Im starting to yawn and sometimes forget to breath, as i pass on through thee other dimension, so hard to conceive. Teeming with intelligent life.

GO GO!!! They say, and i shoot off at the speed of light through the night. Doesnt feel so good to remember again. Dont let the europhia get to you. Be the guiding strong self disiplined force.
 
OrneTTe said:
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I call it DMT Condors for the 4 bird looking fractal things. I get this image of the Native American drawing of condors on DMT and other psychedelics sometimes and when I was making this, I noticed the shape.

the things about half way down on either side thats all like melty squares of diferent color! thats what i see it reminds me exactly of it so perfectly. imagine all those things just sliding all over themselves before turning into those melting furious spiral things
 
written a few minutes ago,not directly under the influence of psychs,but definitely influenced pretty much completely by my recent experiences with the tryptamines....(and the idea of the whole thing came to me while listening to the climax of the ascent of everest-alas! alas! the breath of life!)

and we are as little children
dancing in exuberance around edges of the void
delivering us from our tired minds
this blinding source of energy sets us free
and as we slowly discovered this love was emanating from our own hearts
blazing like the reflection of sunlight on water
filling us with the inability to contain it any longer
we became a vessel
and our souls began to bloom
shimmering ectoplasmic beacons
to guide home those weary travellers
we danced a game of ring around the rosie
our rosie was the galaxy descending into a chaotic maelstrom
but somehow we knew it would be alright
beckoning to follow,
some aspect of our collective unconscious
in forms of shadows and whisperings
and we traverse through these canyons of tribulation
with the weight upon our backs slowly becoming the weight around our necks
until the perfect moment,the only moment,
from which all other moments are merely a shadow,
a hologram of reality sized proportions
freed us from our fleshly prison
closing the loop
smashing our perceptions
ludicrous they seem to us now
we fell into a shallow grave to come out the other side of the mirror
shrieking in ecstacy as our bodies fell away,and our spirits were violently united
this amalgam of consciousness,burning away the cages of our silence
will our voices be heard?
or will they call us absurd
and threaten to lock us away
it doesnt matter if they imprison us
doesnt matter if they torture us
its merely a fragment of a second on the cosmic scale
before all is laid bare,and all is made fair
and the veil over our hearts is destroyed
and on that day we will become one,not us,not me,not you
we willl be together,in the mist of forever
and all our troubles are done
 
Salvia, weed, LSD and windows paint

http://profile.imageshack.us/user/dylanrush/images/

This has been my hobby for the past couple of months, smoking weed / salvia and drawing weird shit (of course, after the salvia trip ends.) I also included things that I drew during my first LSD experience.

Most of the drawings were made in Windows Paint, especially salvia / LSD inspired ones. The nicer looking ones, with gradients and transparency and shit like that, were done in Paint.NET, and are more recent. Since installing it I haven't gotten a chance to do salvia again :( .

Looking at the gallery, I have noticed some things. Drawings that were made after a proper salvia dose are usually very dark and pretty weird. When I drew after smoking weed alone, I used bright, primary colors and made stories. On LSD, I stuck to secondary colors exclusively, and lacked an orthodox sense of shape.

My favorites:
#6 - describing what it's like to be on LSD
#7 - also on LSD
#31 - A salvia-induced situation: gravity became a centrifugal force, pulling me against my bedded wall, and the true direction of "down" pointed towards my feet.
#35 - I don't know, I just feel that way sometimes (just marijuana)


Tell me what you think!
 
even if they're not my stytle, these pieces are damn impressive! Haven't they been on erowid or anything?/ they can easily match the level of quality........
 
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the fabric of my mind landscape.

still working on it but almost complete
 
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