"Below" He is in the corner, he is shaking.... Why canīt he go to sleep?..... Will he ever close his eyes? If foreverīs a promise, Itīs never kept but in the eyes of time...... And if I forget the past, Then Iīll remember to forget the future, Going to lay it to rest for good, This time if I can get his eyes closed.... Until the wind will take him away.... And Iīve seen that face before.. With the cold eyes and the grey lines that time leaves behind, And Iīve heard it all before.. With the dull flames and the numb pains that time lets remain.. And I knew your God but he doesnīt know heaven, Heīs there with me, Wherever I go heīs holding on to what I throw away, He never walked down my road, He said only what he was told, Never listened to a single word he said to himself, Now heīs awake, Like a thousand days before, He reaches out but his heart wonīt move, And all his hands can do is pray.... They dance in the footsteps of another prayer because they have no motion to their own, And Iīve heard it all before, with the cold flames and the numb pains that time lets remain, And Iīve seen that face before, With the cold eyes and the grey lines that time leaves behind, And I know your God, But he doesnīt know heaven.... Super Magnum and you the Superstar

At each beat in the Earthīs rotating rotating dance there is born " ".....a momentary cluster of molecules possessing the transient ability to know-see-experience its own place in the evolutionary spiral. Such an organism, such an event senses exactly where he or she is in the billion-year-old ballet. They are able to trace back the history of the deoxyribonucleic thread of which they are both conductive element and current. They can experience the next moment in its million to the millionth meaning.....Exactly that. Some divine seers are recognized for this unique capacity. Those that are recognized are called and killed by various names. Most of them are not recognized.....they float through life like a snowflake kissing the Earth. no one ever hears them murmur "Ah there" at the moment of impact. Seers are aware of each others existence the way each particle in the hurtling nuclear trapeze is aware of other particles. They move too fast to give names to themselves or each other. such people can be described in terms no more precise or less foolish than the descriptive equations of nuclear physics. They have no more or less meaning in the cultural game of life than electrons have in a game of chess. They are present but cannot be perceived or categorized. they exist at a level beyond the black and white squares of the game board. The function of " " is to teach. Take an apple and slice it down the middle....a thin red circle surrounds the gleaming white meat. In the center is a dark seed whose function is beyond any of your games. if you knew how to listen the seed would hum you a seed song. The divine incarnates teach like a snowflake caught in the hand teaches. Once you speak the message you have lost it. The seed becomes a dried pit, the snowflake a film of water in your hand. Wise seers are continually exploding in beautiful dance. Like a speckled fish dying in your hand as its eye looks at you unblinking. Like the virus fragmenting divine beauty in the grasp of tissue. Now and then the " " sings words beyond rational comprehension. The message is always the same though the sounds, the scratched rhumba of inkmarks is always different. It is like Einsteinīs equation felt an orgasm. The serpent unwinds up the spine, mushrooms like a lotus sunflare in the skull. if I tell you that the apple seed message hums the drone of a Hindu flute will that stop the drone? The secret of " " must always be secret. Divine sage recognized, message lost. Snowflake caught, pattern without being recognized. caught in the act, they melt in your hand. The message then contained in a drop of water involves another chase for the infinite. The sign of " " is change and anonymity. as soon as you invent a symbol give " " a name you assassinate the process to serve your own ends. To speak the name of Buddha...Christ...Lao Tse...except as a sudden ecstatic breath is to murder the living God, fix him with your preservative, razor him onto a microscope slide, sell him for profit in you biological supply house. The seers have no function but they produce in others the ecstatic gasp the uncontrollable visionary laugh. Too much! So what! Why not! The stark stare of wonder. Aweful! Awe-full! By Dr. Timothy Leary from the book Psychedelic Prayer HOMAGE TO THE AWE-FULL SEER

Pure love energy Awakens me let hearts run free Bring us to see through the eyes of each other As united together like bubbles to the top looking into the still reflections in the pool Mirror of the summer opens the bloodstream Currents of energy drip in the desert Nourishing the blossoms tickling my brain and slow bloodflow osmosis Bridge to the oasis..... Tasha

Time twists Picture this: rippled wave all night rave life force center source tap your brain liquid drain Holy Grail bloody trail lost sheep mothers weep salty tears untrue fears blood, breath pride, death earthen grave try to save foolish child wanders wild in unknown mists Donīt forget, that time twists JP

Flying is harmful without any wings; Dreaming is painful when chances remote, Accompany those of such basic things. The roar from a lion is only meek, Compared to the sound of innocence lost, When first finding out some chances are bleak, And ones happiness is the painful cost. My vision is dim from the world I see, But sight is useless if nothing I say Is heard by the deaf ears that police me, And govern me, but care not (either way). If life is a joke, and Deathīs the punchline, Iīve heard this one before, donīt waste your time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A Sonnet to Silence Oppression of Drugs, And Others!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Millar Time

one million little diamonds float in the sky gloriously when lucilleīs morning is close by in the next soon hours cursed by a badspell reversed with the anti-hell of a heavenly blue love joy anger away life glove fear no way! enjoy what is given and expand but never let the fruit be seperated from the roots in which it originally sprouted whose bright eyed ear wassled is oh well just another splendid day in paradise. brian mccarthy

Looking for a light Blinded because itīs so bright Wanting to see its source Blinded so Iīm off course Lost donīt know where to go want to see the unknown Looking and turning around Lost direction donīt know up from down Hold my head and I scream Trying to wake up from this dream Canīt describe the way this feels This experience seems so real This is driving me mad searching for reality I once had Then realizing what is happening to me Iīve fallen off the edge of reality... Nathan Hilliard

you are already here. now move on. You already know what to do. do it. Forget everything you know, to find everything. Let not thy self be conformed, you are a star. never give in. nothing is real... but everything is possible! Taun Brown

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I breathed out, so you could breath me in, but when I turned around, you were gone Blue

A song is not a song, until you sing it Love wasnīt put in the heart to stay For love isnīt love, until you give it away Free your mind forever GT Ladron

Nothing exists, everything is possible Thank the cosmos for the CIA Iīm positive our brains are dead Fight the Combine Daniel

Praise be leary yo yo yoy o praise be autodidact drugolect hippyhead praise be leary Lara

Every day and every night It seems to be a constant fight For myself to be who i may without authority standing in my way Beasle

cognitively speaking you find yourself wondering about certain situations that would come up during a time your peaking then you ask yourself the true and only question Whatīs really going on. critical to the irridescent individuals steaming down the road of reflections seeping through the cracks once stranded here before, time out for a second. it may sound as if my train of knowledge has derailed,,im only trying to hide the fact that i am really baked well till another time another dominion you call life another day just as crazy as yesterday. Kenneth H????

Roses are red Violets are blue I like to do drugs How about you? Mr Andy

There once was a spirit named Leary Whose travels were never world weary Instead animating and never abating An endlessly unfolding query. Paul

OH ME OH MY CAN ANY ONE TELL ME WHY WE ALL DIE OOH AH, LICK A TAB Oī SMACK OH ME OH MY WHY DO WE ALL LIE OOH AH, LICK A TAB Oī SMACK WILL ANYONE CRACK MY BACK BIG CHIEF

Shine on Until the Never setting Sun hides Itself from Nothing... Eternally.... just sunshine. Timothy isnīt dead...Neither is Jim Morrison, But Elvis is! Sunshine

changing rules Forging new worlds and new thoughts of worlds ever onward since I met you I have been around the earth and back again and itīs never the same planet twice This is our world now that will be our world tomorrow if we cannot grow we die Roadrunner

heap of crap the sun came up on the deteriorated rank dump the putrid smell of rotted leftovers stirred up by the prideless withery birds opened up holes of rotteness. crumbling boxes balanced diseased like discarded shoes and clothing of a wasteful species remnants of broken dishes that were carelessly tossed away after the consumption of the now maggot infested potatoes and rancid meat glistened in the heat like a cyst swollen and bloated rusty metal and dilapidated refrigerators and stoves outlined the disgusting boiling heap of crap spearing up like a shrine to all the nastiness that could ever have possiby plagued the earth BY: ERICA PAGE Kaltsuna