"Mushroom Magica"
#2 of Poetry, both old and new
So, I've been taking some journeys into the mind again lately. When I woke up this morning, this poem was sitting on the chair next to my bed, scribbled hastily like I had to get it out. I decided that it didn't look too bad, so I might as well post it here. For future reference to anyone who partakes, keep it 1 dose of penis envy.
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What a feeling! Such a start!
I feel a pounding, But not in my heart.
Colors are changing; sounds have a name.
The boards on my floor,
Play chess while aflame!
I knew this was coming; I've been here before.
Such a wonderful planet,
Laid out on my floor!
The mushroom took hold,
And pushed open a door,
To a planet of wonder, of color and glore.
Like the Haze from my smoke,
Laying low to the earth,
All I want is some peace,
But a truth must come first.
But I do understand, and I will go inside,
And dig up all the skeletons I've tried to hide.
I'll build me a palace,
To store all my shame,
And I'll visit it rarely, so it stays the same.
It's a place I can find,
That's for my mind alone.
And when I leave it behind, I'll remember my home.
And I'll shout and I'll cry
With the clouds and the sky
As I sit and I wonder if this life is mine.
And when the night ends,
And it comes with surprise,
I'll accept the gift of grass
And the holy sun rise.