Buffalo Tears
within a pastel dream
are three lanterns lit
each one for a moment
lapsing into a fog
the glow no longer
as sharp as before
each eye searches
somewhat mystified
by reality succumbing
to the vile interpretations
of earth science and
one thousand mouths cry
for love they never had
please release the demon
that hinges on your wings
flapping mercilessly
upon ideas of freedom
while baby at night sleeps
thru the song of carousels :
eight stiff horses marching
the same path without end
as life lessens its truth
and uncertainty melts into
troughs made from bamboo
distorting the meaning
glowing in wanderlust
before some wicked trio
bathed in nothing but
chinese silk teddies dyed
a pure new moon black
the mind shafts
grow longer in
a desperate search
for necessity
feeding upon the
gallons of destiny
spilled in miro-esque
phantasmagorical wonder
alighting imagination
into vapors of surreal
mayhem pursuing delicacy
traipsing deserted alleys
without endings
........i stall
at the corner of
pause & cottonmouth
asking if more wine
is easily available
for my parched dream
imploding on itself
(buffalo tears fill the vacancy)
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Cecil B. Lee
a passage of time returns...
a passage of time returns...
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Allow not destiny to intrude upon Now
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Allow not destiny to intrude upon Now
Re: a passage of time returns...
an acid trip of imagery....
coincidentally I just watched Orange Sunshine on Netflix
a documentary on the birth of psychedelics,
quite a story......
and sometimes thoughts and words can mirror a forgotten "trip"
coincidentally I just watched Orange Sunshine on Netflix
a documentary on the birth of psychedelics,
quite a story......
and sometimes thoughts and words can mirror a forgotten "trip"
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
Re: a passage of time returns...
I might take that Orange Sunshine trip
ride the psychedelic memories that imploded
imagination into the full-blown ride never...
ever to be repeated. Like going backwards .
i enjoyed my trips, but a few...more than enough.
thx, Steve...
ride the psychedelic memories that imploded
imagination into the full-blown ride never...
ever to be repeated. Like going backwards .
i enjoyed my trips, but a few...more than enough.
thx, Steve...
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Allow not destiny to intrude upon Now
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Allow not destiny to intrude upon Now
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