Poem -
heal me whole
When it was my turn to trip
I was all soul
Enlightenment, I knew for sure,
Was what would heal me whole
When it was my turn to trip
I swear
the very sky unzipped
but all I saw
was one bare ass
farting out
huge bellowed laughs
And fair enough, this joke's on
me
Still, the gods and me, we're
straight now see
all expectations
flying freeΒ
and bonus... no eternity...
M 5/9/23
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Comments
Lovely as always Marion
Possibly god wouldn't think so lol...thanks Lisa x
Ha ha this is a great write Marion!
I thoroughly enjoyed this one. You sound like a great laugh to be around.
- Syd xoΒ
It's all lies Syd...honest πππ
Okay smart arse,
this is fartingly good on such a blustery day :) x
Ha ha...Nev I really need one of those experimental trips you know, you know those psychedelic controlled experiences, I'm never gonna rest till I know what's out there...or maybe I'll know what's out there when I rest...hmmnnn...thankyou kind sir x
far be it from me to point you in the write direction but mushrooms are not bad for that sort of thing .. just be careful tho' x
Yea...I'm researching...honestly I really think there is a lot of healing out there Nev, controlled healing that we can't access...the system doesn't want us to heal because illness is money. The indigenous peoples of the world had it right Nev..
sometimes everybody needs a little help in reconnection and resetting themselves...you are a true friend...hugs X