Liberty caps liberate
like ink in water dissipates
psilocybin on my dinner plate
no turning back
A laxative to a blockage
bounty of an autumn woods forage
the oats to the fortified porridge
mushroom tea black
Crisp clean technicolors
the eight of seven wonders
strobe lightening without thunder
an almighty silent clap
Bright illuminessant neon gasses
ergot fungi on Albert Hoffman's grasses
embracing the horror until the doom passes
a sexy sensual sensory attack
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Author:
Syd (
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- Comment from author about the poem: 'Tis the season for psilocybin
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Woah extraordinary amazing poem wow! I ESP admired how you rhymed in the forage porridge stanza. Oatmeal porridge is my breakfast. Kudos.
Pls pleez do review /comment my newest poem too.
Thank you.
Glad you enjoyed this one.
I will stop by your page.
- Syd
Goes someway to explain your talent?
Thank you. I agree that most drugs are bad, even though I have tried most of them. Except for the serious ones such as crack, meth and smack. Psychedelics however are a learning tool, as long as you have a strong mind you can learn so much from them. Society is slowly starting to back track on its hardline stance on psychedelics.
- Syd
I am old and silly enough, a mushroom might tip me over the edge. They have their place, I am certain of that.
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