Timothy Leary´s Dead - Poems from the Web
tim eternal, forever expanding
your heart will be.
galaxies spiralling within
and
without. forever.
shanti shanti shanti

Brock Bakke
"A softer side"
As hard as nails, dripping rain, hammer down,
if you´re to gain.
With your eyes came a name,
a new beginning,
without the game....
A new me,
brings a treat,
a softer side,
a whole new street.....

Super Magnum and you The Superstar
In peaceful passing
a comets display
I saw the film last night
it was one year ago today.
I met you in 67
over dinner in my home
sharing thoughts of Aldous who preceded you
your admiration of his courage.
even then you knew your way home.
may you one day return, Timothy.

Robert
With soft lines o´ silver
o´ grey..
I wished I´d seen and
met you that day...
In life and loneliness your art and words gave
me joy and soft caress....
With many souls I wish to see all of these
trapped imprisoned spirits set free!
and you did it, you help us succeed! some may
say my words are meaningless and they are nothing
compared to your wisdoms soft caress.....
In your time we never met or so I know not
and if in my time we will meet again, but I do
know that the heart is where it is, and there we
have brotherhood to always last......
I see through both eyes now as if through
one.......
You one of my teachers, you shine so bright,
and show us true light inside........
I hope we all will see that you gave us a key to
shine brighter than the sun....like Angels can
Smile and sing
Shine on forever my friend and
Thankyou Timothy

EyeZacK
He was a man of great compassion but many
feared what he said
"Turn on, Tune in, Drop out" was his motto
for the change
Like most geniuses, many people were quick to
call him strange
I knew his days were numbered but the news
still hit me hard
He lived his life with valour and he never let
down his guard
He was a pioneer in his research involving
psychoactive drugs
He helped to make responsible citizens out of
prison thugs
"A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of
the hands to rest"
The working-world mentality is the one that I
detest
We slave away to pay the rent, the government
takes what´s left
Their incessant bickering makes me wish that I
was stone cold deaf
They condemn murder but fight a war without
a second thought
Join the army if you want to become a mindless
killing robot
I want so much to set things right they´e been
wrong for far too long
DMT occurs in your brain, but you can´t smoke
it in your bong

Anonymous
Breathe in life
the wash of liquid on my tongue.
My eyes have been opened now
never to be closed.
The walls are breathing
and getting higher
from each exhale.
the minds are open now
to the spiral of infinity
standing on the ceiling
I fall to the floor on my head
all hail the mystical
microdot, Timothy Leary´s dead.
The hype of melancholy
media shit rules the
perception of the blind.
acid guru had prostate cancer
I read it in the times.
Fuck the media circus and all
who steal from his glory
with pathetic self-pity trips and
a heart wrenching story.
Winona Ryder sheds a tear
my great grandparent is dead
Winona Ryder my naive dear
feed your fucking head
take a trip behind your eyes
and see what´s on the lids
take a trip above the sky
where Timothy Leary lives.

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hay daddy-o
now kerouac and ginsberg
billy burroughs too!
up in heav´n
poppin bennies,
tokin tea
smiling down on you!

Nathaniel
A wise man came across the sea
In search of LSD philosophy
With open heart and open mind
To find the goodness in mankind
Bare your soul and you´re saved
Believe the chosen
That dreams in rage
Chemicals improve the view
Visions now have bloomed in you
Windowpane is suffered bliss
A psychedelic kiss
Show to me your ideology
Do you perceive?
Or are you sleeping?
Timothy Leary where are you now?
The world needs you
We´re going down
Go to sleep child and dream
Electric religion

Neonblack
the terranauts wave
their thousand year wave
to the last explorer
spun in the sky
in a web for a king
spun from the minds eye
surreally virtuous
while gordon liddy sings
We´l meet again
and you have the last laugh
and turn it all on
we dug how you dropped out
the way you tuned in
feeling fine
as you run with the dark star
tripping the switch of your
jesters mind
the terranauts wake
to rise post-vertebrate
to climb from the pool
to walk on dry land....

rev porl
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