Hallucinogenics

If I were to die in your arms,

It would be the sweet release from this dream.

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Blind

Forever, but never, my castration is clever, but I say whatever, we must sever my endeavor, to strangle whoever gave this answer.

But to keep alive, this prize, arrest my eyes, for those who cry over the spilt size of my thighs, and supply these guys with the skies to realize their disguise.

For not to kill this skill with chill, for my will shall scale this hill, and destroy the veil with this pill I take with thrill.

As I am cloud nein, with my fine canine, dining on wine and steak, devine! While my mind is sunshine, my body Frankenstein, dear Valentine you have a deadline, I must decline thine Einstein shrine, to design my maze vine and protect my mind from your confined resign.

To feed on bits, avoid your hits, but benefit on these tits, and told I need permits to show off my splits, and admit that my poems
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To Be, or Yet to Be

I’m feeling alone,
Come on, throw me a bone
This heavy drape
Please tell me this isn’t my fate

I just wanna touch you
Maybe even hold, too
But you flick me away
But I still wish for today

I just wanna run away
From the fray, today,
Instead crochet,
A key to my heart
Please don’t part

Of you, I still dream
Whilst you lie near
But I still fear
Looking into the mirror

Afraid of what I’ll see
What I am to be
Diseased and falling apart
At my minds own Bonaparte.

I am Death

I ask you am I good enough
You don’t answer, calling my bluff
I just need reassurance, validation
Don’t leave me lying here, mind masturbation

My mind collapsing, prolapsing, relapsing
Negative thoughts that seem to bring
The cloud that covers the light
Killing the flowers, bees, endless blight

The apocalypse of my mind
I wander around this wasteland, never to find
Peace, harmony and pure happiness
Growing from the earth, all the angriest

Fuck Me

Tonight tomorrow but today
This depression, my shade
Each time of day, the day parade
Now watch me slide into fade

Yesterdays shade has got me black
Today’s crave has brought me back
Tomorrows cave will give me slack
One can hope, but never crack

I can’t touch what isn’t there
Life’s tough and isn’t fair
I offer love but you never share
I keep on going, truth or dare.

The Forest

A peaceful house, No time to dwell
A peaceful house, Time will tell
A peaceful house, Surrounding me
A peaceful house, Too good to be

Temporary, This all is
Temporary, Life love and bliss
Temporary, Today my friend
Temporary, This all shall end

Hopefullness, Is what i need
Hopefullness, To excel with greed
Hopefullness, Which will end it all
Hopefullness, All my dreams, avant garde

Meditative Realities

Lying in bed after a long, busy day, meditation was generally needed. I would position myself on my back as a plank, palms faced upright, and relax. White light, protection, readying my meditation.

How I began meditations before was to imagine myself in a forest. Forcing myself to feel the leaves rustling and bursting into fragments underneath my feet and between my toes. Looking out among the trees, an endless, open forest awaited to be discovered. Not a lot of time was spent there. Once I was done with the forest, I moved to the beach instantly.
A long, crescent, sandy beach would stretch out to the horizon on either side. Wrapping around to disappear among the trees that bordered the sand. I would imagine myself sitting at the beach front and contemplate. While there, I would make sure I felt the sand that bound itself to me. The salty breeze that seemed never-ending. And once in a while, when I would allow it, the water that made its way up the beach and puddle around my feet. Once I was ready for new scenery, I would change it. The last, and most memorable spot of meditation, was the field.
I always appeared on a hill side across from the main attraction. In a groove in the land, surrounded by hills all of the same size, stood a lone tree. A very large tree. Its roots one with the earth, none straying from perfection. The bark was rough to the eyes, but gentle to touch. It resembled an oak tree with a longer trunk. Beside the tree was a marble bench. Fit for two. After admiring the tree for a few minutes, I would take a seat. Once again, I’d make sure I felt the cool marble beneath my flesh. With a few more minutes here, breathing deeply, I would wake myself from the meditation. At times, I would feel better. It was very calming.

That is how I use to meditate.

I have found a quicker way to achieve the calming state of mind.

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