Poems From Shambhala

I'm not as crazy as I appear. I can't believe I wrote that.

While in line, shortly after a ripper of a terrible drug:

puking

passing parts of me

through my gaping mouth

i realize the errors of myselves

also truths

free am I

In the tent at the end of the Wednesday? Thursday? I don't know. The first night anyway.

paranoia my old friend

well, welcome

fear is something

everything is nothing

After I'd come down from the unspeakable drug that I wish I never tried, and am glad I did. This is one of my favorites. Hopeful in a way.

dark at camp

a time to reflect

ponder

wonder

hope

reaching forward, looking back

through the glass I see myself

not myself

another me

Back again

hear the cries

I'm just gonna put my favorites down

walking down the darkened path

I had a lot to say

too fuckin tired

hittin the hay

tomorrow's a new day, hooray!

in scribbled handwriting

ketamine rants

world aspin

darkness comes

BORN AGAIN

A man walks by in a green top

among the tents, I'm no one

we are the same

I walk past a man in a tent

To live without food

to dream without sleep

we don't wanna frolic

we just want to enjoy the earth

shambhala

expand your mind

and your legs

greg, in reference to... nevermind

if you dipped your dick in hard glue

stuck glass to it

then fucked your nose with it

that's how snorting a green sweet tart would feel

you'd be fucked up

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