-while i'm in the poppy garden
i can simply sit and gaze
at the flowers
oh for hours
drifting through the pretty haze
- falling in and out of focus
like a voodoo
hocus pocus
with the plants all begging
'smoke us!'
as my eyeballs start to glaze
- and while the colors blend together
i feel lighter than a feather
then there's sudden change in weather
lightly falling neon rain
- and when each raindrop touches ground
i can faintly hear the sound
of my vision laughing merry
as it's spinning round and round
-in the backround there is singing
gently adding to the fun
though it rains
the sky is clear
and there shines
PSYCHEDELIC SUN
---------------------------
composed on account others' experiances
72 comments:
I like it, so positive and merrily sounding. I won't tell you to post like this more often. You had to say it was others' experiences?
yeah. to avoid scaring certain people....
Oh that is a good reason that I could understand.:)
Whoa. Trippin', man.
So, is Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds?
Others. nice.
sw/fm- whew. youhad me worried for a second
scraps-yeah. totally
kasamba- dunno. is she the one with pineapple for a head?
dood.l- right
thats the old poetry that I love. with your old rhythm and rhyme. by others you mean like dorthy?
no. stoners i've known
and btw, it is old poetry.
(i came across while treading junk)
Why did I have you scared for a second?
positive and merry?
from the intake of narcotics?
you want to write about more often?
coming from you, that's scary.
sounds like my others would enjoy hanging out with your others..
i suppose they would...
these kids I used to babysit for told me that thier mother said if they don't get another baby they can get a dog. they got another baby. as their babysitter I would have perfered the dog.
nice background. I recognize it, wheres it from?
oh its those childrens letters to g-d, isnt it? i love that book!
s-s-some
want
i
gimme
please
now
duuuude
pretty lil
rainbow jewels
take atrip
to neverland
on the back
of raindrop
bob
heeeeeeeeeeeee!
trix- who knows?
m00k- could be
flor- deep breaths sister!
(don't get to attached to the wallpaper. there's change in the wind)
Okay whatever you say.
yo,my hangover's gone
can i see some psychedelic sun?
(a handsigned drawing by a famous arteeest we know..)
arteest?
dag, flor; you're creeping me out out.
they spiked my powerade
Ooh, spiked Powerade. Can I have some?
its a special-limited-edition-blue-spike. still up for it?
rumor has it, you can only get it en route to crown heights...
Where can I get some? As long as I don't have to drive afterwards...
if i knew where it was, it wouldn't be a rumor now would it?
its near um
near..well you have to get lost.,run out of gas, nearly slap someone..then it shows up; this apparition on a dusty road..
though i've also heard it's only there, if you're not looking for it.
mmm. yes. yes.. indeed. it bonks you on the head
disorienting but very grounding.
i recommend it highly
i was talking about the station.
i think i lost you somewhere..
the gas station 'bonks you on the head' ?
oooh. heh.
i thought you meant the [ill-fated] train station
train???
beginning of day>metrocard swipe in train station>sees time/loses mind> #%@&!*> runs to get a taxi..
*snort*
you're right.
that did deserve a laugh
and a head-smack
(i have the Vonage ad tag line/music.."People do stupid things..")
Oy. Maybe I'll skip the spiked Powerade after all...
it's really yummy whatever they dump into it. not diet either
There's such a thing as diet Powerade?!
actually, i made the mistake of picking up powerade water (forgot the name). took one sip and realized it was laced with splenda. I mean how horrible that they've mutilated the water supply too..
anyway, back to business.
I love the poem. I really do.
It's different than the usual 'poetry' out there.
The iambic pentameter (or whatever the heck its called) keeps rolling and flowing and taking you to new lands for exploration. And arriving at the last sentence..we feel like we've come a long way with you: experiencing, tasting, smelling all the mad happenings on this inspiring journey and finally reaching utopia.
Thanks for the trip.
thanks proffesor flör.
no. I was serious.
ps- can i correct pupils' spelling or no way?
sure. what'd i spell wrong?
I agree with flor. It is like a trip
thanx.
I know you have your own blog I can tell you my opinion on your new pict on, but really I saw it first on flor's. so I just commented there, sorry.
no problem.
disgusting, eh?
thanks.
not disguting enough
i'll get u roadkill pics from the highway..(worst is I-80 on way to cleveland. they're freaky when ur half asleep at 4am and the bloody carcasses loom like ammo off a catapult).
:hurl:
I was serious with my other comment.
The lines keep running through my head. Without sending you ego-tripping (I seriously dislike doing that to people), it's not many poets (archaic-sounding but I lack better verbiage at this moment in time) who have the ability to not only spark a response in readers' psyche, but to have the content remain in minds long after it was posted. Like a mantra of sorts the words creep back into my skull. Dancing just beneath the surface. Literally out of nowhere; looping, frolicking and spinning their merry deeds of mischief. Bringing back an upward curl of lip to a dreary day. Blazing neon drops slide giggling down the blurry panes; reminder of the glittering ball that still shines above the stifling veil of clouds.
No joke sj.
This poem kicks serious butt.
aww, shucks.
thanks.
(it's one of my favorites too)
You sound as esoteric as Dylan. Not.
Oh, s.J.!
I eat alot of mushrooms at work. Just saying.
tomboy- what? what'd i do (yet)?
cd-there wouldn't be a job opening, would there?
They are begging people to work. But trust me when i say that there is a reason I eat all those mushrooms.
where do i sign up?
You need a Job? I feel bad sucking you in to this one.
hey. can't be THAT bad.
you get a computer
^date?
(even tho I heart this one)
UP DATE.
EVEN THOUGH I LOVE THIS POEMA ENCANTADOR.
Similar to what I've heard from someone I know who's tried it....
beautiful poetry though
what junk were you looking through?
the trash can i call 'my room'
sj- you dont get a computer, its a weekend job.
umm.... are there free donuts?
riiiight.
like you'd eat them anyway.
that's not the point.
Post a Comment