shroom poetry
who is this pulling my strings? push me with the waves, with the sky, with uncontrolling laughter, i am your child, who am i to chase myself, i am not mine to chase myself, breathing and alive, in my world, in a mellow drift above false reality, this is sight, the reincarnation of birth, when colors change i am not in control of anything, God forbid it makes you think for a change, and recognize fear, i feel so near to everything, i sense without sensing, goodbye thoughts and thinking, leave me simple, leave me complete, nothing could be wrong, through theses eyes, immortal and wanting more, this is the reality i want to be in, soft glow, pulse back with me to prove you are there, who will prove we have existed? and i see the hands that give me breath, beating with everything in tune with the universe, such violent false truth, i never want to sleep again, content with the stars, that undeniable ceiling, music moving through souls, i can see straight through everyone, with more magic than stale reality, if i could be destroyed, nothing could be wrong with that. 8-13-01 Written November 20th, 2001 © on Nov 20 2001 07:36 AM PST, midnite_raver 0 • 10
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"who is this pulling my strings?..."