Psychedelia Poems - Poems about Psychedelia

...Waiting for unreal visuals to finally begin, As I am also waiting for the real visuals to end, Little do they all know this type of trance is not a new trend.......Read More

... “he astringed a vein in the loquacious tongue - triggered plunger syringe needle and zaz...- now see how this psychedelia is fleeting and the silent world that in rainbows dissolves” when an......Read More

...Isn't it just crazy how we- Yes, me and you are going to walk through Death's door one day? We all will trip, stumble, and slip into an eternal void. And we all try to avoid so we bow an......Read More

...As I move through each moment, It feels as if time is taking me and is scraping my being over the surface of existence. Like chalk upon a chalkboard, My substance is torn away. I thin, shorte......Read More

...Flip through the pages. See the words, without meaning. God is hidden there.......Read More

... rotten molars unnerved her moribund hunger for living on she extracted the pain with blunt scalpels pliers and hammer damaged her smile as well but with the cornerstones removed in the a......Read More

...foisted upon her was the merry go round crystal chandelier it stuck in her beautiful mind like a beacon of flaming desire of clouds fried by a cuckoo with an indestructible socket her eyes w......Read More

...grandma had always been a magical offspring of nature collected herbs images mushrooms psychedelic support tattoo in her mind rebellion independence and freedom mescal beans at stakes lookin......Read More

...They were stoned out of their bodies and mind at Stonehenge Climbed over the fence and enjoyed the Cromlech’s shadows Razor wire would not prevent their midsummer night dream Of being one wi......Read More

...I see radiant mist from a spaceship window spinning through planets and colossal stars Milky white lights and colored psychedelia, infinite dark captured in a telescope camera. An oscillation o......Read More

...Candy’s Mountain It all started quite innocently in maculate conception consumed in a blip of passionate shivers or full of violent rage a negligible delight of drunken distraction One of d......Read More

...my hunters' bow was bent to shoot - but i had no arrows! instead i had to take my feelings... and then i arched the bow once again. i charged the bellows and my throat with breath ......Read More

...Doors How fitting that the band’s name derived from Aldous Huxleys’ treatise ‘The Doors of Perception’ that purely aesthetic philosophical story of life through the window and door I suppose of......Read More

...this mind’s molten sand moulded psychedelia slowly gathers dust 17/03/2013 ......Read More

...Cowboy boots and vintage wool psychedelia (poncho, jazz shades) and cool drip slow burn tea and electric notes of Bob Dylan, Maggie’s Farm and that dude, he has meth mouth so I guess he’s going ......Read More