Best Hallucinogens Poems
Food for thought!...today~some Quantum physicists believe we live in a holographic universe...with multi-dimensional realities living side by side...and these multiverses only exist if observed upon...
Spurious spatiotemporal spacious synthetic skies
Contrarious curious conundrums critically compromise
Mysterious matter melding metamorphically mystifies
Nefarious neurological nilpotent neurons normalize
Insidious idealized information instructions immunize
Hilarious holographic hallucinogens hyperactively hypnotize
Various vector voids vivaciously vaporize
Delirious denurulizing defragments deceivingly digitize
Jan.11.2020
First Time Here - Any Monorhyme
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
Placed 1'st...Thank You
The Black Bears roam the mountain top
Just before Dawn, you hear the “Hooo”
The mating call Incessant : “ STOP!! “
Infects the mind, infecting : “ YOU “
My Black Soul travels Everywhere
The Black Bears roam the mountain top
My Dreams : I am a Rogue Black Bear
“Hooo” “Hooo” “Hooo” ; I too, can not “STOP!! “
Hallucinogens : “ Quite a Crop “
Growing along the Forest floor
The Black Bears roam the mountain top
Eating Weeds off the Forest floor
Insanity, Reality
Imagination : “Do not “STOP””
Wandering Through “ Eternity “
The Black Bears roam the mountain top
Author's Note : I Ask my POETRYSOUP Family To Critque this Quatern
Thank-YOU ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Liege...HG
Dedicated to my "Sister Spirt" -- "Lynette Charchere" with LOVE ALWAYS and FOREVER
In the corner of my room,
you’ll find many a decentralizing delirium dust
Where my mind does consume,
peripheral visions of a malevolent distrust
Deprivations that entomb,
metabolic disturbances of cunning combust
Temporal lesions loom,
of psychotic disorders in a state of thriving thrust.
I see you but cannot touch,
thru nociceptive nightmares nurturing night
Hallucinogens that will crutch,
frantic neurons paleocortical penal plight
I feel you but cannot clutch,
a dimensional dementia in a demons fright
Denunciative delusions a monstrous much,
external images in fetal flight.
I sense you but cannot taste,
chemoreceptic catacombs of a pernicious smell
Stimuli distortions of waste,
proprioceptors penetrating the gates of hell
The love I give is displaced,
impalpable illusions within a condemned cell
The love received defaced,
from a schizophrenic defamatory defunctive dwell.
July.16.2020
Delirium Poetry
Sponsored by~
Kai Michael Neumann
N/A for contest
(with a spark of God)
To govern a myriad selection
Of one mind and legion.
Top tier parasitic collection
From every living region.
It's not subjective good or evil,
Moral or immoral, right or wrong --
But, a wanton cellular mass primeval
Versus ego and super-ego strong.
Toxic algae over jellyfish abundant,
Floating in poisons of our making:
CO2, methane, livestock redundant.
Do Vegans dream of plant life taking?
Al Qaeda, ISIS, Boko Haram:
Brain-dead sheep of the clan,
Following blindly without exam,
Trading for virgins on Ramadan.
Black holes wandering
About Yellowstone caldera.
Plague virus pondering
A Thermonuclear plethora.
Anthropogenic extinction sirens:
Suffocating on dead Phytoplankton;
Lost in narcotics and hallucinogens;
Obsessive love via Keats and Byron.
At the precipice of an extraordinary evolution,
We must rid ourselves of ancient superstitions.
To continue our rise, or reverse in devolution?
Agnosticism seems wise -- so say my suppositions.
Crystalline dreams
come rushing
on glitters of sensation
in her blood…
this pure night changed
into a dizzy maze ,
a heady ride on the gush
of awakened illusion
through wheels swinging
a studded jaunt,
as the fog in her mind
begins to wander
into unmentionable thrills
of psychedelic blur,
wrapped in a magical time
like a voodoo- girl
unknown by any blink
of dire fantasy
.................
Lewis Raynes’ That Colorful Drug Contest
6/2/2016
*cocaine is referred to as 'crystalline' alkaloid stimulant
* ecstasy is a drug containing hallucinogens
which includes cocaine
5th Ave. was shoulder to shoulder with
hungry lunch-seeking business men
and women. Ricardo unpacked
his horn nervously and a foot cymbal.
Spring, early street season, too cold
for most musicians but he needed money.
His lips kissed the cold metal mouthpiece.
Carrying the saw and the pulaski.
Cutting brush for a fire line high up,
where raptors and ravens fly. No sound
but wind if you could subtract the crew
working and dirty, joking during lunch.
A good year it had been sitting in the soil
feeling Ricardo's body on the mountainside.
Mountains moving as good a feeling.
Alone in his town, most neighbors at work,
housecleaning done, Ricardo settled down
with pen to write and ate lunch.
People = chickadees.
Clutch size, substrate, territory, gestation period.
Mating rituals. Use of alcohol and hallucinogens.
Forms of cancer, heart disease. Burial rites, memories.
Creation myths, beliefs for which there is no evidence.
Range: tundra to tropics.
A true Walden pond,
Slashed roads that break beyond.
We light a Philly XL;
Cut and filled with ganja and ale.
Lack of concern,
No pity and no pain.
Lack of emotion,
What a laugh to call it
A shame.
Filled to the brim with
Whisky and rye,
A burning blunt misting the ride.
Laughter that can’t hide smiles,
Chopped lines
Sparkle like flowers.
Not a care in the world;
Who cares, and no food from chores?
Whatever, now more on to more;
The opiates that came from the chores.
Pop four, then take five more;
Crush the last one to share for.
Bad vibes sweep the room,
Never intended to pay the check only
To leave so soon.
Stumbling through town again
Because of the hallucinogens,
Really, there’s no such thing as sin.
A thesis built on Gonzo traditions,
Break out the hash,
The lines are spinning again.
Pink Floyd
Such cruel misery, shocking
Parents generation distanced themselves
"The Dark Side of the Moon"
Psychedelic rock,
they could not believe -
or did not want to believe
Hallucinogens on vinyl !
Surrealistic !
"Is There Anybody Out There?"
Worldwide recognition
"Shine On You Crazy Diamond"
Pink Floyd - giants without a doubt
innovative in their; "Time"
"Oh, By the Way"
... "Have a Cigar"
Delirium Dust
In the corner of my room you’ll find many a decentralizing delirium dust
Where my mind does consume peripheral visions of malevolent distrust
Deprivations that entomb metabolic disturbances of cunning combust
Temporal lesions loom of psychotic disorders in a state of thriving thrust
I see you but can not touch thru nociceptive nightmares nurturing night
Hallucinogens that will crutch frantic neurons paleocortical penal plight
I feel you but can not clutch a dimensional dementia in a demons fright
Denunciative delusions a monstrous much external images in fetal flight
I sense you but can not taste chemoreceptic catacombs a pernicious smell
Stimuli distortions of waste proprioceptors penetrating the gates of hell
The love I give is displaced impalpable illusions within a condemned cell
The love received defaced from a schizophrenic defamatory defunct dwell.
March/11/2018
Hallucination
Sponsored by: Brendan J. Simons
Hallucinogenics
Pictured theme's
Blacked out bodies
Hidden dreams.
Drifting in worlds
That don't exist
Roaming prairies and plains
As our brains twist.
Poisoned and tortured
As we dream away
L.S.D. has had its say
We waken from the world
We were never at
Another dream, another stat.
As we come around
To familiar sounds
Pictures plain, and none unfound
Absorb surroundings
Progress our day
Hallucinogens fade away.
Within the delegate thunder that opens portals to the mind,
Opiates navigate the cerebral conundrum of confusion...
Virtual landscapes exist amidst temporary voiceless vortexes,
Temples of time and thought in a quixotic quarantine…
Oblivious oblivions open upon their abstract apprehensions,
One second or a thousand years of anxiety and exotic endeavors...
Hallucinogens hibernating within the unobservant unconscious,
Creative cognitions contaminate the vaulted vaporous voids…
The dreamer's dream of their voyeuristic voyages and false realities,
Fragile forever is fainting with facades fermented upon illusions...
Meditation amongst speculative storms of the penal gland rising,
The Glass Menagerie still stands until it shatters like a lost dream.
May.18.2020
In the fragility of dreams
Sponsored by: Silent One
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
On threads of wispy air,
in breathy undertones of political wind,
I can hear the quiet catastrophe,
the quiet ruination of our commonwealth.
I can hear the sleepy madness, turned avalanche
between my ears.
I can hear the quiet catastrophe,
the whispered words of terrorists,
guttural phrases taunted as political incorrectness,
flaunted vacuous nihilism fomenting insurrectionism,
the quiet convulsion of our self-rule.
I can hear the sullen invocation, turned torrent
within my mental models.
On threads of wary air,
in stealthily vengeful murmurs of pretenders,
I can hear the casual, softly spoken demise of justice,
the grim sabotage of governance by principle,
and with it,
the slow dripping blood of all those who died,
all those long forgotten.
The fading ink on parchments spelled out ideals
never attained or practiced in a nation’s history of enslavement
and genocide.
Yet can the people’s ambit even begin without the
enshrinement of these principles for all?
I can hear the quiet catastrophe,
the reckless, feckless conmen concocting hallucinogens.
Conspiracy contagions so easily playing upon, confirming
the jaundiced eyes, so easily validating the invectives of the addicted.
On threads of wispy air,
in breathy undertones of political wind,
I can hear the quiet catastrophe.
Are you listening?
Maybe I need a Doctor;
Therapy session wasn't enough to get me proper.
Bring me the best singer;
All these lullaby can't heal my insomnia
Why leave?
Why have you done that to innocent me?
You didn't just left my heart with a hole,
You went away with my soul.
I feel like I'm overdosed on Hallucinogens,
Because every night I'm having bad dreams
What are these things?
What have you done to me?
I need piliton,
Maybe you used love portion
then you left, While you enjoy with your next
Your X is on bed Counting sheep to get rest.
hallucinogens of the unsound mind
anesthetic figures state their somber positions
the commodities of their mirthless smiles reast unconfined
i'm writhing from their false amorous animations
i romance with death dancing in the winter lights
in malevolence i sing my sorrow. prying it will end
trying not to impede the unhappy yet happy ones rights
i freeze a smile upon my face to be with the fashioned wind
With my eyes half closed I looked in the mirror to see
that worry and anxiety have painted a psychedelic me.
My face is contorted, and I seem to be quite unraveled,
reflected in colors showing where my mind has traveled.
It appears I've become distorted, in a state of psychosis.
"Your behavior is bizarre." That was a doctor's diagnosis.
I feel like an abstract work of art on a canvas torn apart
as if hallucinogens have found their way into my heart.
I fear I've fallen into an abyss of weird mental perceptions
where my mind sees things that are merely misconceptions.
I need saving from this state in which everything is surreal.
Twisted and delusional are not emotions I choose to feel.
I've lost my patience while waiting for this journey to end.
Help is what I need to untether me. Is there one kind friend
among you who will help me find a way out? Just one fellow
who will set my world aright until once again I am mellow?