Full of beauty
let go of
your emptiness
and be
beautiful enough
to kiss
and make love to
your
angry heart
and
let
someone
love you.

do something
greater
than
the less than
represents,

everything
trivial
dies
for
lack of meaning

everything
i have ever known
has meant something
affecting.

has had an effect on
and increased me.

I.

waiting for
acid to come on.
shit hasn’t hit me yet.
right now
everything enhanced
seems like a
placebo effect.
i’ve eaten four oranges,
isn’t that supposed to help?

now i’m playing
call of duty four online
and i throw down the control
in disgust
at the violence
of my p90 filling
virtual men
full of death.

II.

we used to be
born into form
but now we are
from
the formless
excess
and
nonetheless
the rest is
a mess
and
i confess
that this poem
was written
while
my first
tab o acid
is maybe starting to come on.
i can’t tell yet
i’m just writing in a tripped out
mind that i was given
and it is my time
to
ride
this life
is a trip through time
baby,
a spirit
manifest
to experience
physicalness
and
reality
is a manifest
of
something
that exists
in another
kind
of consciousness.

I think its the LSD
now that i tapped my mind
i got it flowing like a rainbow river
that exists in a mario kart world.

i didnt try to write poems
for the first hour,
and after 45 minutes
i stuck the tab in my mouth again
and licked the inside of the
dimebag i had it in
like a dope fiend
to make sure i got it all
so it’ll kick in.

i sat their watching return of the jedi on my laptop
with the simpsons monorail episode on the tv in the background.
then
when
the hour mark came
i said “fuck this”
and smoked a fat bowl of bomb lavender,
call me Bob Lavender.
“Hello, my name is Bob Lavender, previously owned vehicle and LSD dealer. I sell cars, and you buy the cars i sell and i also sell LSD. Because at Lavender Bros. we guarantee the LSD will come on after an hour and fifteen minutes, or you’re shit out of luck compadre!”

i think it’s coming on now.

III. – Given

you are the golden buddha
angel kin
you are the beautiful
beyond
all sin
youcouldever inflict
upon my
meaning
(less)
existence
life
that is already given.

IV. – LSD haiku

thats why it all makes sense
because
it radiates

V. – a grand flow

brandon is
on acd
right now
and he sees his fingers
typing on the keyboard
and he notices his style is a maverick loose cannon kind of typing style he doesn’t keep
his fingers on the home keys
they kind of hover above the whole keyboard
so he can hit all the keys
all the alts and ctrls and pinky shiftSSSSSSS
and then he notices
he missed an i
in
acd.

i’am in love with my art
because i will always have it
even
when i’ve gone insane
on mind altering substances
i still hold it with me
and create through a new
opening in my thought,
this grand flow.

VI. – i just came back from the storm

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as
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thats the kind of gibberish i used to type when i was a small child on the
typewriter at my grandparents on my grandpas old typewriter
and
now its all i can do to the rhythm of the song by air
is bang with beat lost in rapture with the music on this acid
trying to write
at the pace of this sweet harmony
building
in the background behind
the bea
t
it
grows
and i ts

it stops and fades away
like all things beautiful
in this life.

VII. – death

oh these clothes
and ugh this flesh
gotta lose them both
oh this muscle
oh this bone
gotta lose them all
gotta shed this body
like a butterfly released from a cocoon
when i die.
when we all die,
i wont cry
because
i will always remember why,
i wont cry,
because someday
i too will–

VIII. – beautiful lsd tripping

when life
was more sacred
than this
flesh
seeking pleasure
and decadence
an enlightened
race
began
and the world
shone light upon its intelligence,
human history begins
about when the bible
says god graced the earth with life
and thats all metaphor
for the spark of intelligence
igniting a spontaneous fire
in the new human being,
the smartest most cunning primate
to emerge from
50,000 years of brutal barbarian tribalism,
cars and
wives,
and little kids playing in picket fenced front yards,
and mortgages and
working from 8am until 5pm
because your company is a piece of shit that
doesn’t pay for your lunch
and then
you do like i do
and say fuck it
maybe
i would probably prefer being someone
that could settle with my little
place of peace in the world
carved out for me in this infinity.

love so much
forget
to love myself
sometimes
i forget
and taking this LSD
is like saying
“I love you”
to me
it is treating me
very well.

this is why
i stayed away
because i knew it
would have its turn
to burn my mind
like your
acid love
got me psychedelic tripping
i see nothing but i think all this
trippy hippy dippy shit
you see
cause i’m at the peak of this LSD
and it hasn’t hit me
with any visuals
but i feel it like
a deep spiritual resonation
stretching wide open
that tiny hole
that comes my
inspiration
that comes my anything
from nothing straight to mind
it opens that so wide
like inserting mind cock
into the subconscious vagina mind
if that makes sense?
it makes perfect sense to me on acid at this moment.
I think Ol’ William Burroughs knows exactly what i’m talking about.

IX.- i just came back from the storm (part ii)

oh jimi
theres no heaven deeper
than your blues guitar
when im climbing over this
LSD peak
your sending me
your sending me in from the storm with this
then you funk that fucking shit up cause your go-roooooving on the same mellow
that i am
an jesus
i wish i was dead with you man too
cause this place is a fucked son of a bitch isn’t it?
damn,
see you soon enough i’m sure.

X.- my first LSD trip (a good one)

i am on
what you would call
“a good one”
kudos too the man
that manufactured
this particular batch
of blotter acid.
Magnifique!

XI.- the lsd is almost done with me

the lsd has faded

wearing off
of me

i feel like sleep.

i dropped at 8pm
now its 3am
and weezer “holiday”
pops up randomly
in my headphones

was a good exercise
of the mind

psychedelics
helps keep
the mind thinking these
intangible
exciting things
that
i never want to stop
dreaming of

and now
to sleep off
the coming down.

Exist
IN
the–
wrong place at the wrong time,
live in it
because
it is so right for you.

You manifest
your subconscious,
and i have.

I
create
from what
pops up
inside
like
a divine
gift
i have to share
from
my overgrown
wild garden

like
flowers
in bloom
inside
a lost
atrium,
a hidden place
only a few
have ever been
let inside
to do with
as they wished.

this poem
is like a postcard
from there.

Do you know where youre going
all alone?
Do you think you can tell me
how to find my way through
this alone?

God,
she don’t count;
she gave me everything i needed
to find it
on my own
way
out.

………My dog ran away
and now i got
the
blues,
i got
the lonely
runaway dog
blues…

my love
never dies.

i can’t forget
and i’ll never regret

i love without holding back
because
no one ever loved me like that

i once heard
an ancient proverb
that said
the world
will end
when
all love
is dead,

evolution
is a quickened thing
in me,
and i’ve
accepted it.

got to write it down
before
it disappears
and then
what good was i
to feel something
inside
and then
let it go
with out
recording a word flow
to remember
it by?

there is
what i was
and what i am
and what i am
going to be,
there is all that
which makes
this what is
and what is that.
i don’t see
either.

fill
nothingness
with everything
create your soul
from less than nothing
create your soul
with everything
that tries to stop you.
can you believe
you were born in a world
that was trying to control you?

you,
a free thinking thing you,
you thought,
you were thinking things you
ought not
until you
stopped
and saw you were
seeing
what you always saw
a picture
of yourself
you never see
a world around you
suffering
in desperate need
of love

i see myself
in reflection
and
wow,
that’s me?

trying
to make this more tangible,
the
physicalness
of my last two weeks
of work
and sleep deprivation
all
so i can
be here now
at 3:12am
writing a poem.

i can always find
myself
when i have
retreated
to the basement
of my soul.

i dream
for myself,
and
if i dream of you,
it’s only a dream
only a hopeful thought
and running away
of
my imagination.