Anesthetized mind
discoing lights beaming thru a thick smokey haze
liquid inventions drowning fuzzy tongues
palpable static buzzing to me and through me
nuclear sounds corner me in, competing with my own beating heart
twin visions and deceptive perceptions, warping my surroundings
swaying rhythmic creations flooding, resonating into eternal flow
radiating vibrations broadcasting to nerve-endings; penetrating body and mind
joyous incantations roaring; soaking in slow-motion kinesthesia
neural fireworks sparking; spreading mental wildfires
instense expressions streaming, crescendoes strobing into moving pictures
sensory receivers cauterizing memory banks, constructing holographic scenes
retrospective fasciculations revealing the multi-dimensions of ever-more
scattered extrasensory excavations, Third-eye blinking and cleansing off the dust
thanks gonz, i truly enjoyed writing this one. It stemmed from a single night in my past that I have sacredly dubbed as the night I was introduced to the threshold between ignorance and awareness. I was 19 and the salty mixture of the situation somehow, in a divine manner, made me aware of the shield of unconsciousness that I had unknowingly wielded for the first quarter of my life. One taste and I was purified, saved in a sense. I have never been truly baptized, so I view this as my natural, God-given baptism. I've been on the hunt for the source of this elixir ever since; although, I have my own convictions on it's location and it is only a matter of time; digging deep tunnels and breaking down pre-formed floodgates, a journey of Self-Rapture if you will; as if I am the Lord Risen into an ascended and realized world of heavenly beauty with intentions on finding my own lost soul down beneath. As if I am two thirds of the Trinity. As if I am the Son and the Holy Spirit. As if half of my whole two-thirds has met the Father-third, and that half who has met the Father is slapping, choking, and pleading with the lost third, howling that He knows the way to the Father. I am two-thirds, and half of myself is confused, lost, and in denial; spiraling downward and I am trying to reach him, catch him from falling further and to turn him towards the light.
