Psychedelic Poems

A Psychedelic Group with Philosophical Lyrics

welcome to Pink Floyd and welcome to the machine
behold the temple of light, and don’t be mean
A psychedelic group, so readily enjoyed and seen
Philosophical lyrics, a rival of Freddie and Queen

Comfortably numb, sit back and enjoy the show
Goodbye blue sky, this concert is the way to go
Pigs on the wing are traveling down the aisle
Another

PSYCHEDELIC INVITATION

(Verse 1)
Ping, ping—the echoes land,
I’m tangled in thoughts I can’t command,
Spinning circles on this crowded street,
Chasing shadows I never meet.

The silence hums, a crooked tune,
Words dissolve beneath the moon,
But there’s a whisper, soft and bare,
A secret floating in the air.

(Chorus)
Oh, drop me a comment, make it stick,
Tell me what’s honest, or just a trick.
I’m drifting

The River of Comfort

Down the river

Far from the emptied swimming pools

Far from skateboards

Down the cold, foaming river

Sitting, reclined in a floating rubber tire

Skin tanned from summer sun

T-shirt stained from farm work

Dirt, mud, sticks, fire

All muddle your shirts colors

Your mouth full of smoke

In your hand, a rolled paper smoke

In your top coat pocket, three more stand 

Resting like bullets

Pine sap pipe

In the deep spiked pine forests

On a walk you forgot you took

Snow up your knees

Twenty feet away

An enormous old house

Not abandoned, smoke from the chimney

Large windows, dark wood walls

A forest castle here for you 

To explore perhaps

Eyes flash pink with sun light 

Through the unlocked door 

In the main hall

Taste the dust

 Ancient carvings everywhere

A cough from upstairs

There by

The Woods of Four dimensions

Washed ashore on the lost island

Skin already peeling on the beach

Burning from the hot green summer sun

Meat melting off to become bone

Jumping back into the water

Cooling off with the clams and fish 

Washing the sand off from your leg bones

Discarding you clothes

Who needs them?

A skeletons not so bad

You still have your Olmiut 

And you can

Treehouse

In the great Old Grove forests

Perry, Sayva, Diamond, and Jack

Went out and built this tree house

A fine little tree house

It had a ladder, it had a few windows

It had a little garden they built

The garden full of fresh mulch  

Smelling like spiced wood and peppered dirt

In it grew mushrooms

Great beautiful mushrooms

Even The Crow Club

A view from a high place

On a pink cloud
Smoking a watermelon cigar
Fields of skateboard wood and rainbow flowers
Children digging blue holes in purple sand
Skeletons carving bone into dust
Sun like a sweetened lemon
Sky like orange wax melting on a sheet of blue paper
Seagulls dive down into shallow pools
Starfish sing
Blood red coral calls 
Golden birch wood fires
Sacred eagles
Sea shells full of fish
Mushrooms

A Psychedelic Journey

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

Psychedelic

Passion purple poppies now the world spins
Smokey Sativa surrounds the air breathed within
Yellows, blues, and reds are popping everywhere
Color changing cosmos are colliding in mid-air
Hullicinations of happiness on a pscyhedelic trip
Encased in ecstasy floating, sailing without a ship
DMT mathematically the genius you can't avoid
Energized emotions build up like on steroids
LSD pictures so artfully displayed everywhere
Isotropics

Psychedelic

The colors of the flowers are vibrantly swaying
The wind caresses them it seems with kisses, 
whispering sweet nothings inside cheery cores
Daisy’s white pearly petals are speaking
Yellow sepals smiling, too yellow! Spiky discs 
spinning peeking at me as I subtly study them
Dance little flower dance so alive, 
I just want to hug and squeeze you
until you

Psychedelic

He found the road long and lonely.
From this seemingly endless trek to monotony,
He wished to enter a world, luminous and exciting;
A world spun in iridescent colors and shades.
He ventured to experiment with life
And in due course slipped into psychedelic pleasures.

As curls of cigarette smoke
Were expelled out from his nostrils
He floated on waves of psychedelic delight.
A

PSYCHEDELIC

   Sudden strange strong feelings I had to sense
    during my life - long experience 
    I think, the proper adjective is psychedelic.
    Odd impact, mostly bad from loud sound  or music.
     High pitch Jazz or ear-piercing Disco Concert

Psychedelic

There are colors that please the eyes:
Rainbows, sunsets, and a sunrise
On psychedelic, I can't gaze
Without recalling careless days.

Ponytails, psychedelic shirts
Flower girls in long, faded skirts
Hippies searching in mushroom clouds
Anti-war protests drawing crowds

Talk of love is everywhere
Psychic wisdom floats in the air
Peace and love in every song
Thinking all the world can be one

While in the flower

Psychedelic Reverie

The light show erupts with a fulgent blast.
Fractals zooming out clash fast, aghast!
Ears pulsating frog-marching to be in tune,
with lights blinding, flashing a sonic boom.
It's a psychedelic reverie, a kaleidoscope of screams!
My head hurts, my brain implodes with dreams
spued up from explosions in surround-sound streams.
I want it to stop, but I love the extraordinary
Way I'm

PSYCHEDELIC

PSYCHEDELIC

There was a decade, it was the 60’s I’m sure
When everyday things were just a little bit off
As if there were rumblings in the earth’s core
And when scripted lines gave way to improv

There were plans afoot, some quite nefarious
A Hippy time, with weedy substances to share
And was the dawning of the Age of Aquarius
Minds set

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