Reallll

I blow the smoke, the smoke turns into a gate, I enter, vacate the walls of my room, enter the flowery smoke, as it blooms it takes me to the road to infinity, I enter, the illusion of the body disappears, slowly transitioning into an unknown place, searching deep with the thoughts, picturing images that are uncertain, but still trying to maintain sanity, exploring the deep states of humanity, using the herb as a light in a dark library, visiting a landmark where others have ventured, a place where there is no origin or centre, just a picture of faded black, white and tropical colours, feelings of love and hate, fear and delight, reality bends and twists, squeezing out its juice until it dries like a fig, and eating it, then questioning the phenomenon of sweetness, the 5 senses are now introspective, while the pineal is the spectacle, calm and tranquil, eyes open, the colours quietly drip, like a caramel stick, back into the room, where on the chair, reality sits

Lost in the water

Music in my eyes, material world in my heart, as television blinds my third eye, I open the window of thought, travel like planes, but I walk on the grassy plain, walking on the terrain, blue skies mixed with grey, clouds of cumulus, dark nimbus, thinking about the world using a different mind, a different angle, its hard to untangle, these rules that were meant to root your ankle, so I eat well to see the bodily illusion, mind and body an ocean apart, hardly, more like dimensions, did I mention, so quiet I meditate and feel the electrons vibrate, going deep into the deepest muscles, deep in the cave, deep in my mind, an infinite universe, I venture, just another adventure, as the words escape the vents of my mind, only memories of events twinkle like stars to a background made of dark, to a light being covered, the human face, a million miles to another universe, a touch from a flame of a lover, lost in the desert caverns trapped in my memories, they remember me, wandering in the thoughts of antiquity...

Straight

The day moves into the horizon, the night sails by the shadows, temptation lurks, under the murky deep earth, bound by time and space, wrapped in a web, cosmic white ribbon laced, modulation of the tick, and tock of the clock, moving up, looking down, travelling through the taxi cabs of space, only to be floating along the sea of seconds, the mist of minutes, time tip toes and eventually falls, floating drunk from the tavern, can you get the pattern, nothingness, timeless, space bound, the sound of the universe, is the sound of silence, meditate and yoke the soul with the body and make a hybrid, higher than any bird, deeper than any worm, moving in transverse rather than straight.