Psilocybin Stride
A face that shifts to different forms
She is no ones property to claim
Beautiful yet toxic
An oil slick in the rain
Her eyes are two way mirrors
Seeing through materialism
How I love her shades
So beautiful...
Refracting and setting light free
She is a prism within a prison
Hair so wild and crazy
That opens many doors
Running my fingers through her hair
I am lovingly contaminated
With mind altering spores
She wore love on her blood red lips
For she had nothing to hide
She took in all lifes beauty
Walking through the damp autumn air
With a proud psilocybin stride
Often I would wonder...
Is she part of reality
Or just a lazy angelic dream?
Is she borderline psychosis?
Will she make me blossom?
Or will she make me scream?
(The picture was my prompt for this poem)
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Interesting angel
Thank you Angel.
- Syd
Love it Syd, all that stemming from a picture. Nothing like a mysterious woman to get the creative juices flowing.
Thank you Gerard, I'm glad you enjoyed this one. I wrote it for a contest on another site, the picture was my prompt but I took too long and the contest had closed. Never mind. I'll stop by your page for a read sometime. I'm a bit pushed for time at the moment.
Cheers - Syd
of course, you would have to write such a wonderful poem Syd I love your muse
Thank you so much for your kind comment Lisa.
- Syd
psilocybin I had to look that up! Great read
Thanks Suzanne. I thought someone experienced in Ayauascha may of heard of psilocybin before. Ayauascha is supposed to way more powerful by the way. You must be pretty head strong.
Thanks for reading and leaving feedback.
- Syd