Tuesday, December 29, 2009

United With the Sun

She's sittin' there again
Atop her favorite perch
Sea of darkness tumbles round
The perch glows
The perch glows

She stares at Sky above
Leaving World below
The cogs they turn inside her skull
And Heaven's born of her

She sprouts wings from her shoulders
And flies off to the sky
Glue drops down from way up high
United with the Sun

Ode to Chris's First Post

Chris is really lame
He posted on my blog
For the first time today
Fuck that hoe in the nose

(Even though he sucks, at least he's a good writer)

I Have a Headache

I have a really fucking bad headache
And everything feels like a shitty dream
From which I have yet to awake

It hurts to think things through
and pains to anticipate better days
This long walk is tiring to sew

No, no there is no living here
There may be happiness around
But it's not the sort you pursue

Monday, December 28, 2009

Love Me Some Jesus

I bask in the money I suck from the poor
I exploit and ruin humans galore
I live in a mansion, I have three whole cars
I go to parties with big superstars

I love Jesus Christ, yes I love him so
For without Jesus, there's nowhere to go
I'll impose his doctrine in such loyal ways
By stomping on peace, freedom, and gays

I've got no idols, though I revere myself
I make sure the third world is plagued with bad health
Those whores cry and moan, for they haven't tried
'Cause only for me Christ was crucified

Childishness

Childish is no term of degradation
It's a noble way to be
For with maturity comes stagnation
And a muddled mind indeed

Maturity is not appealing
When seen through innocent eyes
It comes with training, loss of feeling
For the proper have things to hide

They'll fill you up with images
Of what one needs to be
And like malignant hemorrhages
It's something you don't need

That's why I'll live, until I die
In triumph and with pride
Because no matter how they try
I'll always be a child inside

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Shit

Shit pisses me off
I'm angered by so much shit
Shit just makes me mad
And I really hate shit

Meditation

Meditation is the shit. Fuck you.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

I Smell Domestic Violence

Vocal cords split under pressure
You know what the fuck? What the fuck are you saying?
Crack! Flung down the stairs in a hurry
Take that money 'cause you know what you know

"I sat on your fucking face
And you take my goddamn dependent fuck!"
Ear of corn shatters the glass to bigots
Shove that vegetation up your ass

"My husband! It all happened so fast!"
She took all that shit and now his face is smashed
Finally liberated from that fuckity shitface fuck
Run to the hills! Fuck this shit I'm fucking done!

"What hast thou done, ye vile thing?"
Gavelman yells in his high bitchoscity
"Four times! I've done it four times!
Smashed that fucker's face like a tomato!"

An Invitation (Part Two)

Purveyors of Hatred:
I have an invitation.
Come to me, come to me -
I have open arms.

Come to me and see the sights,
Hear the sounds and know.
Understand my message.
Come to me, come to me.

Come to me and bleed,
Feel shattering of bone,
Learn what it's like to lose your skin,
And be left to die alone.

I'll relish your last breaths
Your pain to me like sex.
For I've hate in my heart as well
But it's spent only on you.

An Invitation (Part One)

This poem is my adaption of the story of Billy Ray Johnson, a mentally disabled black man who was beaten unconscious and left aside the road to die on the basis of his race by white kids half his age in 2003. He suffered blood loss, brain damage, broken bones, and severe bruising. The individuals who caused this were never brought to justice. This is my message to them, and all who hate their fellow humans.


"AN INVITATION (PART ONE)"


An invitation.
I saw it as hope,
I'd have what I'd longed for:
Friendship.

They thought I was funny
My jokes made them laugh.
I thought I'd been accepted,
I thought I'd found success.

I knew not that I'd done wrong,
But the pain told me so.

I laid in puddles of blood,
My bones screamed for relief.
Slipping in and out of consciousness,
All I could do was wimper.

My mind, my skin
Held against me.

My mind, my mind
My aching mind...

Why can't I speak?
Why can't I move?

What causes people,
Born in innocence,
To cause such a thing?

Be it hatred,
That void, that lack of Love?
Or be it jealousy,
That I've no void within me?

I offer this:
An invitation.
For all those who hate.

An invitation to continue hating,
Continue hurting,
Continue ruining this Earth.

And when you die, you'll see Truth.
Eternity will dole out Justice.
Your pain will know no end,
And I will have my rest.

A Burst Before the Absence

Everything is Ending
Collapsing beneath the Evil of Man
And when All has ended
Dimensions will separate

Order finally achieved
Found in lack of All
Equillibrium: everything wrapped up
In a package the mind can't stomach

All Life shuts down
Exodus to the Spirit Realm
But like this physical life
It shatters to Oblivion

Quetzocoatl rains down on
The Lives of All the Living
Bone and Flesh, separate once more
A burst before The Absence

Impulse

Every day is descent
Rung by rung down my own expectations
Thriving in a way I'd never imagined
Using a pink crutch to reach my bed

Gates of Pearl

I was one with the Clouds in the Sky
Looked down upon civilization
Heard hush of Conflict and Hate
And body shattered in the wind

Emotion flooded from my veins
Transcended Human Barrier
This Mind of mine finally knew
The Language of my Heart

Untitled One

I find my neighbors lost
Stuck in perpetual motion forward
Toward the light They said to follow
No forks cross their minds

Wind-up seekers of The Destiny
Determined before the springs were wound
Step after step in pursuit of mundane
Success - an abcess in the brain

I fall apart to the sky,
my atoms cast asunder
A pillar of light reaches my Third Eye
I am kissed by Thunder

Skin to ash and Soul and Mind
Thrown to the Wind in rapturous perception
of the Absence - I sing with joy:
I see through the Gods
I understand the question

The Great Hiccup

In the Beginning, all was harmony
Joyous creatures enjoyed the beautiful Earth.
And it all came crashing down
As a grave mistake came into being -
Man: The Flatulence of the Gods

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Ending

Clink
A flaw in the Great Machinery
Flame to tar, with hideous repurcussions
A red-hot speck of resin in the eye
Of his Highness

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Fliglmughfrmplopplekop Kipoigher

Bury the hatchet
Look at my toes
See why I live in a cucumber.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

I like surrealist art.

Perpetual Violence

Cold Hand grips the neck
Lavender stains the Sky
Nothing is real
But All Die.

Grace: Atop the Universe

Desolate City reaches the Heavens
Thus the Heavens end.
The Cicada speaks Siddhartha's Mind
And I cease to be blind.

Grace: Mangled in a Fender

Gliding through leather Skies
Become one with Angry Headlights
Force of Death rushing closer
Grace: mangled in a fender

Screams unto Lambda
Uttered from a silent mouth
For this gift
We are about to receive

[Sidenote: I will destroy logic.]

Absurdity Intersect

Curmudgeon
Wheels spin slowly
Stuck in place for decades

Soar through the corridor
Wind beneath my skin
Swallow with no water
The Emerald Planes

The Pain

Tied down by four Limbs of Defiance
Thread of muscle torn from bone
Excruciation of the highest order
Has chosen thou as its vessel
Parasitic like The Leech
No Life to live alone
A subject to its delegation
Through thine flesh The Pain thrives
Find release
In The Hash

Beginning

Everything is ending
Collapsing beneath the evil of Man
And when All has ended
The dimensions separate

Order finally achieved
Found in lack of All
Equilibrium: Everything wrapped up
In a package the mind can't stomach

All living things shut down
Passing to the Spirit Realm
But like this Physical Life we know
It shatters to Oblivion

Quetzalcoatl rains down on
The lives of All the Living
Bone and flesh apart once more
A burst before The Absence

The Gray Dream

Maniacal coitus in House of Crack
Vigorous movement from the Beyond
Police arrive - panic ensues
No warrant, just weaponry for permission

I hear the screams of violence and pain
And run to streets I've never beheld
Flailing Cough-Syrup-Cop releases rounds around my head
And my comrade falls before my eyes

I return to the resilient House
Find corpses of Law all through the rooms
Victory? or beginning of War?
Let me sleep

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Yellow Dream

Madonna stranded in a lot
Stretching six billion acres
Salvation found in unknown wheels
Familiar face of alien likeness

"Take me to your manger"
She screams in silent tongue
Refuge's found in gray shelter
A cancer blast straight to the lung

She learns of the radiant, spectral China
By means of no speech to speak of
Flame emits from head of Nike:
Hostility is borne of solitude

Flight to the barn of yellow
Glitter litters the air
Eve, Adam with flowering veins
Collapsing under the need

Raw skin floats through the air
Eyes to omisescent, empty space
Stare through glass face of virgin mother
With their lost eyes

Lost in the green landscape
Dissociated journey, crying for help
Madonna yanked by pedestrian magnet
Assistance discovered in pity

She feels the earth collapse
In search of trailer's cloth
The mass of Jupiter shatters the dome
Prophet prevented

Monday, December 7, 2009

The gist

The main idea of this blog is to document the many forms of consciousness expansion, enlightenment, spiritual journeys, and mental exploration. There will be various forms of artwork included in these posts - visual, written, and musical. I will post as much as I can, and I will attempt to get other aspiring psychonauts to contribute. Psychedelic/entheogenic trip reports will be included; documents of fasts and descriptions of meditation and trances will also play a roll. Questions, comments, and concerns are welcome, and advice from my end and the reader's will be a large part of the blog. Enjoy it.