I am currently working on more light hearted work after a wonderful year of change . God bless you all..
The year came so quickly to a close
In a state of utter agony, without really knowing why
Pulled over again into my old friend the abyss because it had been way too long living alone
Just me without a guy
I need love
I will only admit this once
I know now that it still can occur
In this very moment I am left here in exile remembering him only in fragmented sequences
I inhaled the smoke that he called DMT
My recapitulation created by he alone
My alchemist, so beautiful
Longing to become one with his soul without the need to become his clone
To honor him and respect him
I know now exactly what not to do in matters of love
Before this I was convinced that I was beyond capable, and I always stood on solemn ground
Even when I could see everything spinning violently back around to chase after me
January has caught me up in the blink of the Eye of Horus
It is as though he descended from the far reaches of the Heavens to guide me back into my third eye
To reclaim my assemblage point
To find again my own light
The King of alchemy
A Mercurial knight in shiny bling, bling, bling
His arrival pushed me over the edge into all that I needed so badly to do
I can only imagine their wrath
Chopping them all in two with my stoic athame, so that they went from 50/50 to 24 and 1/2
They matter not now
They cannot even remember what it is that was their mission
They have forgotten somehow how the fuck I roll
They are no more to me but terrible memories
I am not sure exactly what it is that is going down but somehow I know that it is all in my favor
I refuse to start questioning it or wondering how it can be
Through the ancient eyes of the Egyptians there lies a clear path to destiny
Led into the blessed fire by this stranger
A master in the forgotten art of Alchemy...
1/14/2015
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LIGHT WARRIOR (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is a true tale. It was the end of 2014 and I was literally sick and exhausted. My Guardian Angel had to step forward because otherwise, I could not even hear God...and that is when I met this Being who called himself an alchemist....the guy can make drugs without machines for Christs sake! He had disappeared but recently I found him through FACE Book...there is a Part 2 to this piece as well that I will follow up with at a later time...so those who enjoy this please keep your eyes peeled for Part 2...The poem leaves plenty of room for a myriad of possibilities....
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Can't wait to read part 2. Great write
Nice tribute to this stranger, your protector. Love the psychedelic photo.
Thank you..the picture is actually an Alchemical formula of some sort...or an Alchemical map...I can't remember exactly ..but I'm glad u like it
This is amazing! Love how you intertwined the psychedelic overtone with the sense of longing for this stranger. Great job!
Thank you for reading...The guy was Literally an Alchemist...he makes DMT and other things I wont mention...AT the time, I did think that I longed for him in a relationship/sexual way, but now when I look at him, I have no idea what the hell was making me think that...Smoking the DMT changed my life...it was like a complete re-birth...The depression bout I had been battling for 2 years went away, and ceases to exist still today...so...yeah...thanks again
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