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Drugs
Dancing yams in a field of dreams
And girls with purple livers
With goose bump eyes that scream
'We know what to deliver.'
For three bucks a pop you can stay
Inside this fantasyland
To live another strange and curious day
Real life is much too bland.
So you stay awhile longer just to see
If you can find meaning
To the lonely, boring life you lead
You just keep feeding,
Feeding this desire for a world
Where you're someone
And an adventure is being unfurled.
If only you were the one.
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Comment by: Dakota - 2008-01-28 09:44
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Nice perspective. Having travelled the spangled highways of altered states -this resonates. I realised that drugs merely distort the great thoughts you have anyway. Of course 'drugs' seem like easy access - they decieve us. I like the hints of your piece - the unsaid realisations - so much more powerful. Good subject to talk about too - so much fear and disinfomation.
I love your photo too - that reeled me in. Cheers. |
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Comment by: - 2007-05-30 04:53
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| Nothing more enjoyable the insanity and altered states! I like it. I just keep feeding to get through the mundane myself. You should check out my story, "I Stepped Out of a Day." I think you might dig it. |
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| Nice imagry...drugs...*sigh*...so good.....and yet soooo bad.... I love where it has taken me...don't you?.... |
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Imagination is the plowed field where all good things grow from.
This poem, though steeped in images and ideas and kaleidoscopic images all seems bound by the deliverance from reality as provided by our warm friend, Drugs.
But, I sense the failure in our friend. He brings other things with him
Spoken from real experience, there is nothing more dangerously boring than addiction--other than the perilous pursuit to keep it under wraps.
I like your poem. Reminds me of the Beatles, or Carlos Castenada (sp.) or Huxley, H.S. Thompson. Nice to read some hallucinogenic lines with some meaning.
3 bucks a pop! Cheaper than california unleaded!!!
Thanks for the read. |
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I was taken by your graphic
and thinking oh ... you know, aldous huxley, Alice in Wonderland,
and my friend yesterday lured me into watching
the NeverEndingStory film ... which says in the middle that
when we don't have hopes and wishes and dreams (fantasia) anymore
then we begin to be consumed by the great nothing,
and that's one of the reasons that drugs seem
like an answer |
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