The mind begins to boggle at unnatural substances as things paradoxical and incomprehensible.
quote by Robert South
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Through all of history mankind has ingested psychedelic substances. Those substances exist to put you in touch with spirits beyond yourself, with the creator, with the creative impulse of the planet.
quote by Ray Manzarek
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Imageless All Inclusive Void of Explanation...
Sorted categories:
qualities both
physical
spiritual
constitute
paradoxical
man
mono
element
locked in
labyrinth
of opposing
ambiguity
Floors
walls
ceilings
doors
everything
compressed
one small
engrained circle
focal red dot
assassin of self
The window
the head -
the point
between
the eyes
absolute
center
of perception
unshakeable
core of focus
twisting and turning
insides writhing
we remain
immovably
ourselves
rare curious patterns
interlocking figures
without gap
separation
all too self evident
amongst the crowd
Distinctions and contrasts
the ignorant self
could never live without
all adjacent components of
common enlightened
arrangement
Portals of eternal expansion...
children of the ageless light...
Mind enigmatic …
Experiences...
...beyond bounds of
conceivable expression...
...incomprehensible speculation...
existing as one in...
...the all inclusive void of
imageless explanation...
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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All of nature begins to whisper its secrets to us through its sounds. Sounds that were previously incomprehensible to our soul now become the meaningful language of nature.
quote by Rudolf Steiner
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Curious
Welcome to the great unknown
Take a journey into the O zone
Feed your fire, feel the burn
And I'm learning the thing that you learn
Let's play the game
And I'm sure that you'll be so glad that you came
You never know till you let go
And discover your potential
There's nothing wrong with being curious
Adventurous
Step out of your mind
If something inside makes you curious
Then free it up
Initiation begins
When you jump right in
This is the end, let's begin
Lose your fear like you're shedding your skin
Nothing's lost when all is won
So I'm do all the things that you done
Feel the sound
And try to write a simple rhyme of spinning round
Before I leave, you ought to know
The more you scream, the faster that you go
There's nothing wrong with being curious
Adventurous
Step out of your mind
If something inside makes you curious
Then free it up
Initiation begins
Free up your inside
You're gonna like what you will find
You're never gonna know until you try
There's nothing wrong with being curious
Adventurous
Step out of your mind
If something inside makes you curious
Then free it up
Initiation begins
There's nothing wrong with being curious
Adventurous
Step out of your mind
If something inside makes you curious
Then free it up
Initiation begins
When you jump right in
There's nothing wrong with being curious
Adventurous
Step out of your mind
If something inside makes you curious
Then free it up
Initiation begins
When you jump right in
song performed by by Holly Valance
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Raping of Reality
The human mind is fascinating.
It is programmed to manipulate.
The moment it is taught how things are connected...
A raping of reality begins.
A desire to impress with one's knowledge occurs.
Comparisons are sought and made.
And an ease of life is attempted.
Temptations are teased as denials are smothered.
Truth is hushed and medications are taken.
The human mind is fascinating.
It is programmed to manipulate.
The moment it is taught how things are connected...
A raping of reality begins.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is incomprehensible that God should exist, and it is incomprehensible that he should not exist.
quote by Blaise Pascal
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Annihilation Of Fellow Creatures
A body kept alive for years
Cripple and lying now in dirt of decayed
Remains of organic substances
A syndrome of inner damage
Showing troubles
In the mental processes
- A creature weirdly twisted
In incompressible shapes-
Felt a life's rapture
Sudden inflow of strange and untamed aggression
... A transient reminder of scabrous memories...
Addressed to the fighters
For survival of a close person
Number of denouncements destroyed by
A transient neurosis
From within the body preceded
A tamed voice of hatred and...suddenly naive
People specifically murdered
Twisted in incomprehensible shapes
Lie down among the dirty remains of the one
Who slaughtered his fellows
Uncontrolled taking drugs
song performed by by Yattering
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It would be nice if the Food and Drug Administration stopped issuing warnings about toxic substances and just gave me the names of one or two things still safe to eat.
quote by Robert Martin Fuoss
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Modern Love XXV: You Like Not That French Novel
You like not that French novel? Tell me why.
You think it quite unnatural. Let us see.
The actors are, it seems, the usual three:
Husband, and wife, and lover. She--but fie!
In England we'll not hear of it. Edmond,
The lover, her devout chagrin doth share;
Blanc-mange and absinthe are his penitent fare,
Till his pale aspect makes her over-fond:
So, to preclude fresh sin, he tries rosbif.
Meantime the husband is no more abused:
Auguste forgives her ere the tear is used.
Then hangeth all on one tremendous IF:--
If she will choose between them. She does choose;
And takes her husband, like a proper wife.
Unnatural? My dear, these things are life:
And life, some think, is worthy of the Muse.
poem by George Meredith
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Life Begins At 40
- wed like to welcome you here to the dakota country and western club
And in return for miss yoko onos wonderful gift of a very strange...
Id like,this morning, to sing you a little ditty that occured to me in the throes of my sleep
Its called life begins at 40
They say life begins at forty,
Age is just a state of mind.
If all thats true,
You know, that Ive been dead for thirty-nine.
And if life begins at forty,
Well, I hope it aint the same
Its been tough enough without that stuff
I dont wanna to be born again.
Well, I tried to sweep the slate clean
With a new broom evry day
If that dont work,
Ill jerk around until my next birtday
Yeah, life begins at forty,
Age is just a state of mind.
Well, if all thats true
You know that Ive been dead for thirty-nine.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Life Begins At 40
- wed like to welcome you here to the dakota country and western club
And in return for miss yoko onos wonderful gift of a very strange...
Id like,this morning, to sing you a little ditty that occured to me in the throes of my sleep
Its called life begins at 40
They say life begins at forty,
Age is just a state of mind.
If all thats true,
You know, that Ive been dead for thirty-nine.
And if life begins at forty,
Well, I hope it aint the same
Its been tough enough without that stuff
I dont wanna to be born again.
Well, I tried to sweep the slate clean
With a new broom evry day
If that dont work,
Ill jerk around until my next birtday
Yeah, life begins at forty,
Age is just a state of mind.
Well, if all thats true
You know that Ive been dead for thirty-nine.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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My Mind Is Clear
MY MIND IS CLEAR
My mind is clear
As morning light-
I walk and the world outside
Is pleasure in me -
A new day begins
And my life begins again with it
There is hope in each step ahead
And Happiness easy as the light wind in my eyes.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Opposite Begins
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.
People known to create conflict,
Seek an attention they don't get...
Until,
The opposite begins.
Opposition steps in.
They pretend a trust to believe,
To have others perceive but...
The opposite begins,
For them.
Wake up and take notice,
That the opposite begins for them.
Those who charade innocence.
The opposite begins for them.
Those masking evil intent.
The opposite begins for them.
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.
But then,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.
They want it quick.
And...
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
To then see someone who genuinely fits,
Well...
The opposite begins pursued.
Oh yes it does.
An opposite begins pursued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pretty Girls Don't Take Hallucinogenic Substances, They Are
Pretty girls don't take hallucinogenic substances, they are,
Pretty girls are like ether clouds inflating and deflating male egos,
Sometimes they give you a real cocaine high,
Making you feel like a millionaire executive of General Motors,
Or they can give you a bummer a trip and send you into the slums of
Chicago and New York City without your American Express or Visa,
Being approached by an unfriendly slum dweller,
Pretty girls don't take hallucinogenic substances, they are,
Wearing skin-tight pants and heavy makeup,
Never mentioning their children or social disease,
Always saying nice things at the right time,
Pretty girls never need protection, they are always protected by
Pretty boys, walking with hands in their pockets and talking
About boy's things, like sex and politics, or football and
Baseball, and never about love,
Pretty girls always teach boys about love,
The pleasures and the fulfillments of love as they open up
Their blouses and their legs,
Pretty girls don't take hallucinogenic substances, they are,
They are like short-action barbiturates or a good puff of a potent
Hashish mixed with opium,
They are like the lysergic acid diethylamide, though shorter lasting,
Making you see rainbow colors and cosmic visions of the other world,
The world of pure sensory awareness that pretty boys don't have time for
Because they have to stay pretty,
Pretty girls are like goddesses and muses awakening the boys' minds
To art, poetry and music for a short duration of a sexual intercourse,
Pretty girls don't take hallucinogenic substances, they are,
They are the centerfolds, the playmates, the actresses, the girl-next-door
Types, knocking on your window in a sexy negligee,
Pretty girls are mannequins and marionettes posing in pretty clothes,
Pretty girls are everything you want, except real,
And when their time is over, they are put back into their little doll boxes,
Making pretty boys look for other pretty girls,
But their time too will come, like a bottle of whiskey running empty
Pretty girls are exhaustible and played out,
And in the end, they are never enough...
But there is nothing like a beautiful woman.
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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A Fact Of My Life
I am always rewinding things
To hear what was missed between
The spaces between the spaces...
Words that were not spoken
Wonderful things never said
But were going through my mind
Like a hard rubber ball
Bouncing between the walls
Of the spaces between the walls....
Echoes reverberate
With incessant sound
Of inarticulate voices...
Incomprehensible
Maddening hollow sounds
Crash against walls of hollow sounds...
Which drive me to madness
Trying to coexist
In a world outside me...
In which hollow sounds
Resound against crashed walls
Of rewinding empty spaces....
That is my life
What else can I say....
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Unknown Soldiers
Just beneath a grassy meadow
That one time was a battlefield
Lies the bones of two unknown men
Still clothed in their tattered fatigues
in a shallow unnatural grave.
Unnatural because if buried
With the customary honors
There would have been two separate
grave sites with much deeper holes.
One of the uniforms was gray
In color, the other one blue.
It’s fair to assume that both men
Prayed to god for his own safety
But god does not take sides in war.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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How do I die the unnatural death!
Love me or hate me
I will always be in your mind
Tormenting!
If you want to escape
Never give me a look
Hot or cool!
Hit me or hate me
I will always be in your mind
Haunting!
Just give me the indifference!
How does it strangulate my breath?
And see in your own eyes the difference
How do I die the unnatural death!
poem by Abdul Wahab
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The Journey
when you can look
in the mirror,
and see your self naked
without running like hell...
the journey begins!
when you can look
at your every action,
judging your self honestly
by motive and intent...
the journey begins!
when you can give away
all that you cling to
without asking for anything
in return...
the journey begins!
when you can do the right thing
irregardless of the cost,
not caring what anyone says
or thinks...
the journey begins!
when you can see the faces
of God in the people you
despise the most, the ones
who've hurt you the most...
the journey begins!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Fixed Like This
Assessing itself to have no outlet,
A mind tired with its allotment...
Begins to burn out.
Choosing to regurgitate a repeated point of view.
And feeling stuck without adventuring...
Beyond the familiarity of daily complaints.
Is a mind fixed like this within a self centeredness.
With wishes for nothing else to do.
Assessing itself to have no outlet,
A mind tired with its allotment...
Begins to burn out.
And very little can be said,
To those with minds encased within thick heads.
And making attempts to convince with opinion,
Eventually will be observed to make no difference.
Determined is this kind of mind to find negativity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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