Of Temporal-Lysergamides,
Resonant-Tryptamines &
Quantum-Phenethylamines:

The reverence for psychedelics is a fine line.
They are tools with which we can muse
upon the universe and explore our mind.
We may gleam insight on our psyche
from introspection and pondering
but neither message nor vision
shall ever be taken literally.
You must be skeptical and careful
when searching those cosmos;
Employ the scientific method.

Temper your spirit with logic and
forge your soul from rationale;
Wishing you safe travels
in every venture to come.

I miss being a teenager
because I can't grow up any-more.

I still get hormone swings
and that peer pressure thing
and regret I can't withdraw.

Yet my sense of being is not increasing,
No it's not at all.

I have a fondness for meaningless memories,
Their insignificance speaks to me
like culture shock when on holiday.

Effy Stonem's eyes pierce mine;
Mesmerized by irides the quality of sky.

I fell from a sunspot
to the darkest reaches
of our coldest moon
and from there I observe
with the patience of a god
until it's time again
for me to fall.

I'm damaged,

Today was the most soberest day of my life, clearly.

No one can save me from myself,

In White Rooms we found our place
amongst the stars and open space.
Footsteps fell on a churning dance-floor
before unreality gave way to Gomorrah.

I witnessed the human condition in their eyes,
I ran so far away from you
I forfeit my convictions to a clouded sky.
I don't even recognize me any-more,

Sometimes I feel so deeply
it burns me like kerosene.

The addiction is in superposition
and I'm ready to go.

Do you feel me?

To a psychedelic summer
and those days spent trypping.
Perhaps solo it would be different;

I feel the need to understand this.
What have I found so indescribable?
What is this, tripping over experience?

If any word could conjure the things my mind has seen,
Psi.
Welcome to the Entheon,
Times' motions calls to a halt our thoughts' rotations

The winds of change rustle The Empyrean,
Entheogenic vapours are adrift.
Awash in the ebbing tide of a perfect dusk sky,
Lying in wait, with patience, for this coming gift.
There's sincerity here, hidden
beneath Entheos-ridden mist.
Will it conceal to save face?

(I do swear by it's grace.)

Medina's breath refreshed us,
I took in her Aer under easing lights;
As one hot midsummer's day became
one cool midsummer's night.
We let the eddies of subconscious thought direct us
and we did soar, aloft to grand heights [buzzin'],
So high, no more. That's it, dizzy up the girl.

It was with such irrevocable jive
that we did commit to the night.

(Isn't self-sufficiency what we all strive for?)

It is the lateness of our chosen hour
that prompts such unequivocal pondering.

On absurd shores
lined by city street-lamps
waves pave the sand with swirls of starlight.

Morning eclipsed the other-worlds of last night,
A tsunami of sensation faded like umbrae unto dawn.

Acid cyclone ate the rising sun
as The Empyrean yawned.

The breeze whispers to us
such human things
as the fresh ae(the)r flows
caressing our skin.
That shiver down her back
was my name in the wind.
Feel it at night
as the street-light spins.
Wander my city
to the ends of the dark,
Seeking so surely that teen-lost spark.

"Things have gotten closer to the sun
And I've done things in small doses
So don't think that I'm pushing you away
When you're the one that I've kept closest"
Look me in the eyes.

"What were the skies like when you were young?"

I've been quiet of late, had nothing to say;
I drowned in lethargy and was washed away.
My days turned to dust
and my months to ash.
This half-life scorned me
as my soul near collapsed.

I swear to you
I have never felt apathy so deeply before.
(Haha-haha-haha, oh lord!)
Was that contradiction a survivor
and the hypocrite my saviour?
I dare not hope any-more.

Come on baby, decide.
Feel these colours without their light.
Choose your path, leave your steps behind.
Throw The Doors open and breach the other side.
Be definitive in your choice,
In this design.

Our fascination
with these compounds:
The amps, the tryps;
The sensation, experience.
They amphlify emotion,
We tryp over the empirical.
Come on, what are you waiting for? (The sun!)
This galaxy was meant for us; born.

Videoslave,
Audiosavant;
It's iconic/echoic:
So noetic, no one knows.

That feeling like
you've been
meandering through
this whole life.

Know in yourself what ain't true,
Yet can't help but feel it
as black turns to blue.

The Warp rumbles
as the young gods stew,
The Necrontyr slumber
whilst the C'tan renew.

The normality of life among the stars,
It seems unreal yet here we are;
Escapism never felt so just:
When I tire of your universe.

Ask the Seraphim,
They know the score;

All is dust:

In a forest where seldom much is heard
my steps fell solemn,
Reverent, undeterred.

Walking among sprites,
The trees were my guide,
The binding of aspects
witnessed in our eye.

Through cybernetic veins
the blood of a Cybran
runs into this majestic data fane;
Twined, thy symbiont brain.
The matrices code,
This digital rain,
Falling
upon every node;
Our transhuman liberation.

We've got this worldwide think-tank
where the digital ink's flowing;
They call it the web but it's more like an ocean.

On and on it goes,
All of it flowing,
Out into the world;

There's a pack of wolves in this mind
searching for some sign
that we're not alone:
Me, myself and I.

They tear at this cold
physical design; (companionship
might yet grant
a refrain of some kind.)

Lone wolves howling at stars
as a quantum state subtly occurs.

I am in superposition.

Beats been rolling insofar.

"I'm complicated, you don't
get me, I have trouble".
Her idiom on repeat
wherein My Head Is A Jungle
(MK Remix)
[-Wankelmut & Emma Louise].

Driving flat out
the speedometer hit fourscore;
Crash and Burn.

Our hearts keep moving,
Our hearts keep moving,
Our hearts keep moving,
Our hearts keep moving,
Hearts keep moving;
Ad infinitum.

It's done so bounce.

Sometimes I get a bit on the darkside.
A'ight, so what?
I would keep to myself (but for you,
Beautiful reader/sacred deceiver).

When you find solace in words
it's 'cause they found something in you;
It's all about experiencing the view.

I've been thinking
far too much
lately.

I lay amidst scattered definitions
without knowing.

The syntax is forming.

It's like
we can't even pretend
to be normal anymore.
Can't  have anything in mind
without thinking of our next score.
Forgotten how to interact without them,
Lost all social mores.
Do we think ourselves better,
More deserving or special?

Feeling the aftershock, again;
What keeps us going?

Dopamine hit for this data-addict,
Serotonin fix for your aesthetics;
Shooting up with the metaphysics:
I'm hooked on existence.

Nevermind my unjust maudlin,
It's been a while since I've been
back here again.
I don't know anymore has been said before
so nobody dare call me out
or so break my word.
Tell me we don't know anything about them,
Or anyone. This one? Son of a gun! I caught him
out on the plains, burying someone.

Gotta be honest now for a sec:
I just want to feel again;
It's been a long haul
and I can barely remember
anything at all. After all,
We had it all;
Might as well
enjoy the fall.

As I once said:
This is the beginning,
There is no end.
On the banality of perception
does all depend.

"Baby it was real
and we were the best."
Didn't we have it all?
But what is we
in the context of it all?

Have you anything to say,
Any phrase to call?
"Baby don't hurt me
no more", it's been a long haul.

We can become one, ever and all;
Just hold my hand while time stalls.
"Come on baby
(Don't fear the reaper)".

There is no end,
This is just the fall.
Pendent on The Deadpoint;
Know śūnyatā, feel all.

No great stories will be written about us
for we are nought but the **** of the earth.

Don't you think it absurd?

Know that we will not be remembered,
Remember that we will not be heard.

This lack of history will destroy our world.

Have you ever wanted to preserve
something so beautiful before?

As narcotic erosion ate at my core
I asked is this life even human any-more?
"We're the ******' animals" now!
Leaving Fyrestone
as the skags howl.

Don't hate the player,
Hate the game.
"I need your love",
just to stay sane.

What's the score at forty to four?
Waitin' sixty minutes for a bRave new world;
Huxley was right (but Mescaline is hard to find).

Sorcerous balefire on desert sands,
Our methylenedioxy immanention is at hand.

Who ate Pandora's box?

Deep revelation while MDMAzing;
I moved through so many groups
just finding my bearings.

I am decided, these experiments of Entactus
shall diminish.
While I may still dabble
the bulk of my research is finished.
The Empathion was adventurous, but now I move on
to (discovery in) The Psychedelion.

In conclusion I declare:
Sigma.
Humanity Is A Joint Effort,
Mastery Is A Sole Exploit.
But there is more, always more.

Comrades in ecstasy, I pray,
Hold fast (all through the sway)
in hopes of refuge, from the light of day.

I loved you since the first time,
What a fool I was, (thinking you could heal my all fears).
Do you even recall what we set out to find?
I know now that we weren't even near.

Loved you more cause you were my first score
"say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
oh baby, you-"
That day was made from the dark stuff but it lived in the light.

It ended on Sunday, such a comedown Monday
I got cut up in school, thunderous thoughts
over-thinking you. So I started dealing
and became enslaved to the game.

Loved you more cause you were my first score
"say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
oh baby, you-"
That day was a better place, we were together, off our face.

Loved you more cause you were my first score
"say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
oh baby, you-"
That day, it's lost to me. I'm lost when I think of it.

A nineteen-year-old drug connoisseur,
That fiend on the roam, just the next player
making moves on his cell-phone.
Sometimes you gotta race
but you always gotta play,
Revel in The Apotheon;
Welcome to The Game.

Stoner to the bone,
Raver at heart;
Yet everthrough always the psychonaut.

Been a speed-freak, a pill-head
and almost got stuck in the k-hole,
All 'cause one day
life caught me double-dosed;
You never intend to be any of these things,
It just all happens
while your eyes are closed.

I feel fated to remain seventeen for the rest of my days,
And they be memorable daze.

The dice in motion,
Lucky eight ball rolling,
Poker chip flipped
all the cards in the ocean.

I got pinched
but they missed out.

Just hope the cravings
don't set in.
Which one of y'all don't go hungry
e'ery once and again?

Autumn blew through,

So I'll throw some memories out,

Thoughts on how little we belong
and on what true adolescence was.
In my teenage years I learned much
and began to yearn
for experience
and the sensations I covet.
Let the seasons breed those destined memories!
What say you on  predetermined temporality?

Lads, no matter what happens
smile,
'cause we saw it all;

It was June in Fall.

We did trespass, deface, vandalize, mace all manner of things, frequently, selflessly
What is noble, the non-aristocratic definition:
"having or showing fine personal qualities
or high moral principles". I saw both in places you'd never suspect,
-Anything abandoned and everything unintended
In faces I came to greatly respect,
-All those friends who moved us towards the transcended
In choices I don't (and cannot) regret.
-In what I consumed and with whom I slept
It amazed me,
-That dusk sky
It stays with me;
-My longing mind
What I witnessed,
-From way up high
What I experienced;
-Life and/or death
I never would have guessed
I could be a part of living like this.
For that I am blessed,
Even if only temporary
it's bliss nonetheless.
-Shivers down the back of my neck
But enough,
What tales have I to tell?
I fear mere words would be woefully inept
at describing how I feel about the times we've kept;
My city and I, and the people we adore.

Drizzle descended on the park's benches
but foul weather couldn't stop
our journey through the intoxicants

The night was cold but she was warm,
Under gushing orange lamplight
we were in each other's arms

All a fraction of a shard of that which occurred
beyond a sonder veil, yet I fear even this
shall remain an unspoken tale.

What truly captured my gaze
were not the drugs I've come to glorify
nor the women that caught my roaming eye,
It was the communality of it all; identifiable to a teenage.
We formed clans, became family; now we Grow Up and Blow Away.
Sometimes I do miss those subtle days.

Chemical diversity is the earth,
Boundless fate is a choice;
Become Mr. Nobody.

In the darkness of secrecy warmth found me,
"Forsake your ego" it said,
"Come join with me".

In the birth throes of a new year
I was struck by a sense of automania
as an amphetamine tornado's roaring gust
swept away my notions of velocity and force.
Entactus: touch within.
We overindulge, the stimulant, meta-amphetamine.

Consign your shell to be burning through darkness
and daylight, tweaking for normality to return
or to go further in; we're  stuck on spun,
Wanting to be spinning. Some things
give more than they take,
'Away' is not a place.

He walks for me now, out in the street, under the bough.
Definity; the feeling it, I know how.
Leave us, there is only one thing left for me now.
I miss . . . .

Whatever happened
to that quality, the character of life
that enticed me so?

Surreality broke my mind,
Ethereality left it behind,
Apotheosis deified,
Entheos sublimed.
The Empathion felt,
The Psychedelion knew,
Everything I did, I thought was true.

Maybe it is, according to point of view.
Take me with you.

I'm lost, alone, in a forest, in a room.
In this perfect darkness I can see you.
Here I feel true. Hold my hand
and let us renew.
Leave this plane of existence with me
and together we will surpass humanity.
Let us transcend the mind,
We will warp time
and alter the divine;
Together we will sublime.
Ethereality is what I've been searching for.

More than half a year after you broke my heart
it's near six in the morning, the sky is still, the morn is dark.
I've been up all night and I just realized
there is no photographic evidence that our relationship existed;
And I can't decide
whether or not I'm glad.
I don't miss you anymore
but still I miss what we had.

We're all searching for that one hit
that felt as good as the first,
At the sum of all things
I realised what didn't hurt.

Life flies
like the setting sky
viewed from a {scenic/suburban} bus ride
into the city on the cusp of night; that dusk high.

Dark chills down my dub mind
and I like it;
Let the archangel find it,
What it was when/ever she saw it.

I witnessed everything Mt. Eden whispered to my soul;
Don't keep those eyes closed.

Knew you, "when I first saw you,
I knew that you had a flame in your heart.
And under our blue skies,
Marble movie skies,
I found a home in your eyes,
We will never be apart."