12-26-2015, 04:06 PM
Not going to give too much of a background, I'll answer if I'm asked.Hope you all enjoy. (I don't know why the hell the text is staying so small. If a mod wants to make the poem's font bigger, for the sake of your eyesight, I would not mind at all )
Brea California
where I received my body and watched it grow 13 years, still yet to be filled;
Birmingham Michigan
where I learned the world wasn't always cut out for me or itself;
My first LSD experience
where I realized my mind was the universe;
The sidetrack slums of New Delhi India
where angels & demons stood and lay bowing to each other – life;
The Tao Te Ching
where I stopped resisting the tide;
Marquette Michigan
where my soul was filled with love, nature, joy;
The Yellowdog River of Big Bay
where I saw light through closed kaleidoscopic eyes;
The Grateful Dead
where the words of Robert Hunter & sounds of Garcia, and the rest of them, carried me miles and years;
The mountains of Nepal
where I found happiness & appreciation in tortured Tibetan eyes;
The Cordillera Huayhuash of the Peruvian Andes
where my sore bones fell out of focus because everything else was present
The River Ganges of Rishikesh and Varanasi
where I saw that beauty could be either see-through turquoise or murky and abrasive, just the same;
The Porcupine Mountains of the Upper Peninsula
where perseverance carried my stale body through feet of snow and miles of overthought;
Countless psychedelic trips across countries and venues
where my mind was constantly renewed and refreshed, for never is it truly finished growing;
The Peruvian Amazon
where I found indigenous simplicity and harmony being crushed by the polished numb fist of the Industrial Revolution;
The people I surround myself with
where I found friends, foes, lovers, role models, myself, and countless opportunities to grow;
Dharamshala, Amsterdam, Mexico, Canada, the rest of America, DMT, psilocybin, marijuana, amphetamines, Kerouac, Hesse, Ginsberg, Ishmael, H.H. The Dalai Lama, Hunter S. Thompson, Alan Watts, 180 Degrees South, the sounds of Steve Kimock, the screeches of Pharoah Sanders, etc-
where do I begin?
Where are you from?
Brea California
where I received my body and watched it grow 13 years, still yet to be filled;
Birmingham Michigan
where I learned the world wasn't always cut out for me or itself;
My first LSD experience
where I realized my mind was the universe;
The sidetrack slums of New Delhi India
where angels & demons stood and lay bowing to each other – life;
The Tao Te Ching
where I stopped resisting the tide;
Marquette Michigan
where my soul was filled with love, nature, joy;
The Yellowdog River of Big Bay
where I saw light through closed kaleidoscopic eyes;
The Grateful Dead
where the words of Robert Hunter & sounds of Garcia, and the rest of them, carried me miles and years;
The mountains of Nepal
where I found happiness & appreciation in tortured Tibetan eyes;
The Cordillera Huayhuash of the Peruvian Andes
where my sore bones fell out of focus because everything else was present
The River Ganges of Rishikesh and Varanasi
where I saw that beauty could be either see-through turquoise or murky and abrasive, just the same;
The Porcupine Mountains of the Upper Peninsula
where perseverance carried my stale body through feet of snow and miles of overthought;
Countless psychedelic trips across countries and venues
where my mind was constantly renewed and refreshed, for never is it truly finished growing;
The Peruvian Amazon
where I found indigenous simplicity and harmony being crushed by the polished numb fist of the Industrial Revolution;
The people I surround myself with
where I found friends, foes, lovers, role models, myself, and countless opportunities to grow;
Dharamshala, Amsterdam, Mexico, Canada, the rest of America, DMT, psilocybin, marijuana, amphetamines, Kerouac, Hesse, Ginsberg, Ishmael, H.H. The Dalai Lama, Hunter S. Thompson, Alan Watts, 180 Degrees South, the sounds of Steve Kimock, the screeches of Pharoah Sanders, etc-
where do I begin?
Where are you from?