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Psilocybin Stride

Psilocybin Stride

A face that shifts to different forms
She is no ones property to claim
Beautiful yet toxic
An oil slick in the rainย 

Her eyes are two way mirrorsย 
Seeing through materialism
How I love her shades
So beautiful...

Refracting and setting light freeย 
She is a prism within a prison

Hair so wild and crazyย 
That opens many doors
Running my fingers through her hairย 
I am lovingly contaminatedย 
With mind altering sporesย  ย 

She wore love on her blood red lipsย 
For she had nothing to hide
She took in all lifes beautyย 
Walking through the damp autumn airย 
With a proud psilocybinย stride

Often I would wonder...
Is she part of realityย 
Or just a lazy angelic dream?

Is she borderline psychosis?ย 
Will she make me blossom?ย 
Or will she make me scream?

(The picture was my prompt for this poem)ย 
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Angel

Interesting angel

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Syd

Thank you Angel.

- Sydย 

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Nine Eleven

Love it Syd, all that stemming from a picture. Nothing like a mysterious woman to get the creative juices flowing.ย 

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Syd

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.

Cheersย  - Sydย 

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Syd

Thank you so much for your kind comment Lisa.

- Sydย 

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Syd

Thanks Suzanne. I thought someone experienced inย 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.ย 

- Sydย 

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