Meditated journeys through the
Twisted path of the mind.
Peaceful visions of rainbows
And pots of gold.
Flying spirits circling around
The golden riches.
Scents of opium,
From the burning incense.
White horses with wings,
Gliding through white clouds,
And the presence of God
Beckoning me to kill the Devil.
I made an attempt,
But well...
The Devil didn't die.
The Devil's still alive inside.
The Devil didn't die.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved. Written circa 1995.
Originally published on tristanrobertlange.com, September 12, 2025.
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- Comment from author about the poem: It’s time for some more Freaky Friday Frolics from an introspective soul. This piece, Meditated Journeys, was written in 1995 as a song rather than a poem. One of my earlier lyrical works, it moves through surreal, psychedelic imagery — incense smoke, winged horses, rainbows — before reaching a dark turn.
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I am alone at home, it's past dusk..dark. Sara Bereilles is singing Island on the stereo- a wistful, soulful song...and I am reading this poem. It slows down the time, and I read it again- "Twisted path of the mind.
Peaceful visions of rainbows
And pots of gold.
Flying spirits circling around
The golden riches". Hard to forget poem. One that demands repeated readings.
Wow. Thank you, my friend. The way you framed it...dusk settling, Sara Bareilles singing, and the poem circling back in your hands...that’s powerful to me. It means the words held space inside that moment, and I’m grateful for it. 🌈🦄🔥🙏 Hope you are now arriving at a wonderful Saturday morning!
Thank you very much 🙏
You are most welcome! As you can see, I am up a bit late/early 00:27 here right now and the muse is driving me! LOL! Can't complain about that! Happy Saturday! 🙏
I really love this. It beautifully blends dreamlike imagery with a deeper inner struggle. The contrast between the peaceful visions and the lingering presence of the Devil makes it haunting and powerful. Very well written dearest Tittu 🌹 A fave ❤️
Dearest Salvia, I’m so moved by your words…you caught the heart of it exactly. That contrast between the visions and the Devil’s presence is what haunts. Thanks again. 🌈🦄🔥🙏
Aside from other meaning I find it most interesting the images of pots of gold at the end of rainbows winged Pegasus and God and the Devil all in the same category. It sends its message well. Lovely
Exactly, Soren. That collision is the heart of the piece, and I’m glad it carried through and delivered well Your time and thoughts are most appreciated. 🌈🦄🔥🙏
You are most welcome
Eye-opening and striking: “White horses with wings,
Gliding through white clouds,
And the presence of God
Beckoning me to kill the Devil.”
Repetition -“The Devil didn’t die” reinforces the persistence of inner demons.
Personification -Devil and God act as presences within the self.
Nicely written.
Petra, I really value this…you drew out the heart of those lines so well. That persistence of the Devil and that spiritual war within. Glad that it delivered and that you found it eye-opening and striking. Much appreciated my friend. 🌈🦄🔥🙏
Nice poem full of striking imagery .
Well worded.
Thank you so much, Priya! Glad it delivered, my friend. 🌈🦄🔥🙏
This is really interesting! I would say that at the beginning, the high is sunshine and rainbows, but it sure can feel like hell. Drugs will never be for me!
Wow, 🥷…I hadn’t thought of it in that way, but it’s a neat take. My focus was on the spiritual wrestling that happens within, using that “trip” imagery as a vehicle. Still, I love that substance abuse could be read into it too...that always excites me, because it means the poem can be seen even broader than I imagined. 🌈🦄🔥🙏 So glad it sparked that and thank you for your time and support, my friend.
I had no idea it was meant to be taken that way--awesome! Rereading it with that in mind is super intriguing. Well done.
lol thank god he didn't die, what a boring world it would be without this most famous character 😈 when you die you know where Ibiza is right? Down 👇 stairs lol you are such fun dear Tristan, you know I'm not religious so I'm having some fun with this. 🌹
Right, though?!?!? What would life be without Lucifer? Certainly wouldn't have that dashing, TV private investigator, now would we? No heavy metal. Absolutely no Rolling Stones. I mean, even my own poetry would rightly be a droll. What would it consist of?
In that ever so LIGHT alley
Where only the BEST PEOPLE live,
Where neighbors are smiling,
And it's love they strive to give.
Idk. I'm already bored writing it! 🤣 And now I bored you with reading it. 😱 LOL! Jokes aside, thank you dear Teddy. I am glad you had fun because I, in turn, had fun! It is much more fun having fun, no? 🤭
Notice how I was brave enough to use god in a sentence lol 😂😂😂😂😂 wow that's progress.
Heck yeah, I noticed. You truly are a beautiful soul, my dear and kind friend. Much love to you! 🌹💜
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