(for Charlie)
What is it that causes an atheist
To suddenly want to attend church,
And think, huh, maybe there is
Something there after all?
I can see a gradual shift
As doubt and inquiry worm their way
Into an open mind
But a sudden 180 is unusual.
For me in my youth it was gradual
A steady eroding pushed into a landslide
By a sufficient dose of lysergic acid.
But even then it took awhile to really admit
I had been so wrong.
Of course the first step is doubt of what is
Combined with certainty of one’s ignorance.
And as we grow we take these first steps
Again and again.
It warms my heart now right down to my core
To see the example of another human’s sacrifice
Washing out in waves,
A veritable tsunami,
Across the whole world.
No need for drugs to open our heart and mind
When such a prophet does it for us.
(9/19/25)
There’s a lot of heat when all eight
of us suitemates are together.
I might have mentioned it somewhere.
We’re like surround sound,
or eight car alarms going off together,
it’s jabberwocky by an established team.
It can get frantic and frightening
for the uninitiated or inhibited.
Some of us are pretty boy-crazy
and there’s a mix-in of twinkling girl-crazy too.
We’re basey, bugzee, spaceheads and freaks,
yeah, we're the whole emotional spice rack.
“She’s a good person to kill time with,”
is pretty high praise around here
because we have so little free time.
But these are good people to kill time with.
And they’re portable, we travel, we invade,
we’re crazy young women who’ve got it made.
So if you’re coming at us, trying to enter our enclave,
you better be brave or a situational upgrade.
.
.
Songs for this:
No New Friends (feat. Sia, Diplo & Labrinth) by LSD
Lysergic Bliss by of Montreal
Freedom Is Free by Chicano Batman
.
.
slang…
basey = a cool loser, nice but a bit odd, a weirdo with style
bugzee = slightly crazy
spaceheads = people who talk about weird things
.
.
Webster: Jabberwocky = meaningless speech or communication.
I don't fathom how love could ever hurt.
ECHO - Exert
What is simple in this lysergic exosphere?
ECHO - Fear
Can I be mentally ill or as vicious as an eel?
ECHO - Genteel
Why man is cursed by his fellow man
ECHO - Clan
Can I find solace in profound emptiness?
ECHO - Unfriendliness
what is this mysterious precipitation?
ECHO - Nation
Do you live where noise can be heard?
ECHO - Misheard
Can you silently pull from the cloud?
ECHO - Loud
What is the right of the powerful?
ECHO - Fearful
1ST Place Contest Winner
Written: January 07, 2023
Brian Strand Contest No 1167 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
ECHO VERSE: Echo verse has a pretty simple rule: Repeat the end syllable(s) of each line. No other rules.
You were there, in both reality and dream.
Bringing the facts right back to me.
My mind twisting through death and life,
the present, getting harder to come by.
Screamed in the rain down on my knees,
while the flood came pouring out of me.
I had you there, but I was still alone.
Struggle must always come back home.
Bending the shapes, up in the heat.
I wondered if they had ever loved me?
Had I been there? Had I done that?
Where was my mind? Would it come back?
I was born again, at lightning speed,
as reality was granted back to me.
You were there; the killer, and the crutch.
I'm done now, I think I've had too much.
Roses, flowers and bouquets
Love, Honor, Peace and Respect
Verses, poems and literature
Spring, wind and nature
You are psychologically ill
You are as violent as an eel.
Everything bores you in the Everglades
Or nothing seems easy in this deleterious
And lysergic exosphere. Everything bores
You : kisses, hugs, balls and nightly serenades
Hymns, chants and songs and choruses
How sad, this season, you’re worse.
Copyright © June 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
They only perceived that I was at home,
because they heard the light ... because they saw
the voices....
It the same as before:
they saw music and listened to the colors ...
But that was as "lysergic acid diethylamide"
effect of the past ...
The past has passed ... what now !?
How do they now have such a perception ...!?
Perception... !
They only knew that I was at home,
because they heard the light,
because they saw
the voices....
It was as before:
they saw music and listened to the colors ...
But that was the Lysergic effect of the past ...
The past has passed ... and now!?
How do they now have such a perception ...!?
Holier than thou,
sacred as a cow
anointed with margarine spread;
a Sunday to rest,
some socks and a vest
and a penchant for laying in bed.
Sicker than sick
and thicker than thick,
drugged with a heroin chic,
bright light beams down
through a crack in the crown,
spearing a spoon-bending freak.
Speak unto thee,
the voice of a tree,
afire with gelignite balm;
whacky and wild,
abused and defiled,
born to succumb unto harm.
Lysergic the feast,
the mark of the beast,
halogen burned to emboss
symbols on skin
as forever begins
ripping infinite Christ from the cross.
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