Peyote Poems - Poems about Peyote

Totems are usually made of materials Not constructed using real animals But this totem was formed by living creatures The fox was not at the top, weirdly enough Being the lightest, you might have thought that Because it would have made sense But this fox is at the bottom Holding up a bear, holding up a tiger Spiritually they are connected The fox, the...

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Pray for us St. Mushroom of the Holy Sin Keep our fingers free from sticky things And safe from anxiety of the open hole In the middle of the doughnut where it belongs Deliver us twelve of them but spare the sugar tax Sin grows in the dark so wickedly delicious Bury us not without nutritional consideration Or restrictions on our...

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On Peyote Highway The lanes go this way and that Purple haze sunset to the left The radio changes itself On Peyote Highway The flowers all try to hitch rides With thumbs held high in the sky While cactus ride by on their bikes On Peyote Highway Rainbow clouds speak in foreign tongue The Koala Bear next to you sucks his thumb The clown on the...

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Peyote, my spiritual guide Desert stars emanate peace Beam of star's light penetrates my heart God's message of love can't hide From my false reality I slide Planet's worries combined nothing ...

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If the entire world is a stage and we are all actors upon it So said Shakespeare (paraphrased) Then daily life is a camera shot in focus. When we explore our environment it’s a wide angle shot. When we are stupidly acting on command, it’s a close up. Well then...... We're ready for our close-up's...

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They were there ... in a jar ... floating ... Dark and mysterious. A shaft of sunlight fell on the table and into the jar illuminating Nahautl Pyotl Mexcalli nectar. Cactus buds staring with buttoned eyes and spiny tufts like the heart of an artichoke floating in brine. Picked in Texas and sent through the mail to be shared ceremonially ... without drums ... in a...

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Shadows dance upon the plains as spirits speak their prayers In the light of the flickering flames they reflect in flares Smoke and ash, they hint their times when they too were alive And in shadow dance they visit to show where some must stride Secrets learned that should be shared with those who are in need The Spirits watch...

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