The days passing have been not unlike the wind in the leaves. Appearing before me as a shimmering flux of beauty and light, Holding with it a wonderful…
This poem was written after a night of experimentation with Ketamine, pastels and good friends. Ketamine provides strange and interesting experiences, but I`m not sure it does much more for you then that.
I woke from my dream this morning on account of the soft light coming in through my basement window. The gold of the rising sun cast its warmth…
As we walked off the porch and in through the Front door, he turned to me speaking in words, as I understood with inner vision: