Tuesday 17 December 2013

bardic(k) love poetry

a hero terence mckenna may have been a shill for the c.i.a. afterall
i don't doubt his veracity though so along with other doubts ill let go
we don't have the truth about so many things, a spiritual experience
with true passion and fire inside burning up an old you reborn anew
perturbing your conciousness to the extent, with the intent and love
with the honest internal desire to know what is really going on why
we are here, all the big questions answered and then taken away
because you're supposed to get there more slowly, over time in
some ways a trip is just that, your life condensed into moments
minutes, hours, days of your life, your lifetime, a mere instant
of tripping balls and then you work hard, find out where to go
next, how to do it right, longer, harder, faster, better until...

Your waking life, terence said it would be oh so horrible,
terrible to be tripping without having taken something
but perturbing your conciousness, your safe haven
in your head and body and soul the right ways

merges the psychedelic trip with your life
with your lifetime so that it can be trippy
all the time in a good way, spread out
comfortably over the course of your
fate which by the way is a path on
one side or the other of destiny
which you are in line with
when you merge those
two realities into
one truly
won
x

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