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Poem: Death Of The Spirits
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» PoiSoNeD_CaNdY replied on Tue Feb 17, 2004 @ 6:22pm |
 Coolness: 92380 | I normally don't write poety, but something came over me after my last mushroom trip and I wrote some words down. I don't really know what to make of what I wrote, nor can I even decide whether or not I like it. Nonetheless, here it is..
"Death of the Spirits" I used to play with spirits the trees would call my name interupting mindless chores for yet another game. Chasing the burning tiger my being rose in flight uplifted by the singing wind through the chorus of the night. Alas the mystery departed and with the passing of the clock the shifting shapes became a pile of dead wood and a rock. For the spirits live no more and this the greatest treason, for in our quest for knowledge we've killed them with our reason. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Mico replied on Wed Feb 18, 2004 @ 12:21pm |
 Coolness: 151150 | Mushrooms do such wonders for the imagination.
Not bad at all Dan. ROCK ON! |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» PitaGore replied on Wed Feb 18, 2004 @ 12:27pm |
 Coolness: 472495 | Way to go Dan
So obvious that this has been written by someone who experienced psychedelism a few times .. Personnally i'm unable to put anything into words ... So props @ ya |
Poem: Death Of The Spirits
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