Hallucinogenic Poetry

[MadMa gentLemon]

Well, I searched my entire apartment and I found 4 of my shorter poems for you guys. And so it begins.


I have my friends     in my pocket,
and I leave myself.
I move through white, and look
       in the horizon.
A ball, millions of colors, comes towards me,
       And I touch it.
Though words are just emotions,
             conveyed in time,
The move...                    through me...
  My soul moves in countless directions,
 touching everyone it sees.
                                          But where is it really?
Nowhere.


I hold you in my hand
close to my heart
and make sure you are safe.
I want you to breathe
and see what i see.
Your words make me
speak...  Silently. Through lead
I show you what needs
to be learned.
And I am happy you see
it my way.


<this poem was actually written in a spiral, hence the title.>
                                             Spiral
Countless selves know the truth. But only you understand it. Touch me, and let me fall. Let me fall. Let me fall from myself, so I can touch it.


Thoughts
Come
And
Go.
But
Memories
Are
What
You
Remember.

I'll post some more later. For now, precious sleep calls my name.

[BadBeast]

I think there's another one under the rug by the window. And another between the last two books on the right, on the middle bookshelf.

[BadBeast]

Bump

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zSoXLmsCeGU

We are the warriors at the edge of time
We are Humanity's scythe to sweep this way and that
And cut the Enemy down as weeds
We are Humanity's spade to dig up the roots wherever they have grown
We are Humanity's fire to burn the waste to the finest ash
We are the wind which will blow the ash away
As if it had never existed
We will destroy those Enemies
But we must first know the Enemies
And the Enemies are the devils that hide in our minds
And make us less than happy
They make us less than happy
We are the warriors at the edge of time
We are the veterans of a savage truth
We are the lost
We are the last
We are the betrayed