Lysergic Poems - Poems about Lysergic

...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......

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...In the sixties, a mere chemical fooled Timothy Leary He became a missionary, to the jaded, the weary He thought he had the answer to the question: how to get the key to the doors of perception. ......

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...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......

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...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 k......

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...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 ......

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...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 w......

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...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 ... ......

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...Where Is Your Mind? Where is your mind? Is it way out there in the clouds of smoking cigarettes and cigars? Is it way out there in the clouds of smoking marijuana? Where is your mind? Is it wa......

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...The constant assault of the silence on his senses is intense Hands clenched in fist he wished for noise and bliss Buddy stopped talking and drinking he begins pacing as he’s thinking Tired from ......

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...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, drug......

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