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 sprout like hair
Play drums of animal skin
Eat meat of fish heart
Smoke clouds of green
Glory to The Frog and The Loon
Their crest on the horizon
Glory to The Frog and The Loon and Man
I see you from the heights of a pine.
I get trippy-dizzy
with you beneath me.
I’m that dandelion
all alone, talking on the telephone,
wondering where
you’ve been - to Everest or a deserted
island.
I’m in the boat. You’re on the shore.
Can’t find the wherewithal
oars. You fell an oak
to bridge
the gap. Generations lapse.
You climb the Christmas tree
to grab the star, find
a trippy-dizzy angel
in the midst of her repertoire.
I hang
an ornament around your neck.
You put a ring on my finger.
We fall through the ages,
winging it through each branch.
There's simply more than meets the eye
and yet most think after we die
is when we rise above this plane;
a new existence we shall reign.
These thoughts are wrong and light is life
now look beyond the pain and strife
Objects are not what they may seem
we can not see what we don't dream.
Lights and brainwaves crash to make
reality is put at stake
But what's the cost of mortal life
if we transcend the afterlife.
"Look," I'll beg for weeks on end
"Please look, just look!" their sights will bend,
They'll see, I think, what I see now
Rise above, you can't ask how.
1-20-2022
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
"Transcendence"
TRIPPY
psychedelic trance
bequeathed expanse of the mind
~ trippy sixties
8/26/2017
What's wrong with Hippies,
who like taking trippies
or smoke funny ciggies.
Freedom of mind, while brain is reclined,
no longer blind, the answers I find,
connections that bind, while time hits rewind.
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
All the things that pass us threw
In and out it turns the way u didnt want it to
You sit trembling on what to say
Its to late its time to comtemplate
All the times we had and now in my heart
Walking away from all this trouble
Its all one big bubble you burst u feel cursed
Something is wrong u get out that bong
You want it all to go away its all i ever say
It never ends some things dont mend
and wont pretend
Ill always think of things u said to me
Its all in my mind u see
I write down my thoughts
to get it all out no doubt
Anger building up
Its all out of line its just a sign nows never the time
Its like an unsolved crime
When is the time to shine
Throw out everything u got
Connecting those dots
Something noone will ever figure out
Makes me wanna pout
Theres just to much trouble
Notice how much you love the person u fought with
You thought your mom would of taught u this
But its all to much trouble
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