Brooke Mitchell Poet Free verse

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I talk in circles./ Pulling you deeper into a well of confusion./ Spinning in this whirlpool of 
language/ you remain FIXED,/ as words fall from my mouth in a state of profusion./ This 
circular net of language is forever/ flinging your mind out of space, and into the ether./ 
Rhymes cut like a razor./ I'm sitting in a daze here./ I feel I might go crazed here.../ The 
warm wind of reality whips across my face./ I am not a member of this white-faced race./ I 
am not a player of this game called hate./ And I will not partake of that animal on your 
plate./ Eat some magic mushrooms/ and open up the gates of your mind so you can learn to 
see./ My perception is one step short of lunacy./ Inhale into my lungs...the sacred breath of 
OHM will set me free.

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Brooke Mitchell April 17, 2009 at 9:32 AM I am sorry about your brother. My mother was a junkie for many years of my childhood...However, plants such as magic mushrooms and the ayuasca vine are not drugs, as they do not facilitate addictions. Plants such as these have a rich history of being used by tribal peoples as modes of various types of healing (including helping people overcome addiction). And many scientific studies have been conducted varifying their effectiveness. This poem is NOT promoting drugs.

Nadia Shahwan April 17, 2009 at 6:16 AM Beautiful....pls sing it.