— Terrence McKenna
let the sails pull the anchor
let the still river flow
sweet icon of serenity
let lust not pull my heart
let me bypass broken angels
see me stare strayed fools
strange lord you must not betray me,
so I may touch another heart.
I did go out of my mind. So much so that the people I once frequently related with did not care to relate to me any longer. But I do not regret this. I am proud of this, nor do I care to justify it. It just feels like a lost right to go insane, because I do not seek sanity, nor do I seek morality or niceties. I seek truth. Can a man not seek truth without the distractions of the joker and romancer figure, these distractions that pull puppet strings on the mind. What a constant tussle. The difficulties of silence have became a commodity in its own.
On, on and, time is ticking
upon each beat my heart is dripping
long behold, and do not withdraw light afar
for I race my pulse to some day touch your star.
— Clair Dunn; after spending a year isolated in the Australian bush of northern NSW
— Neale Donald Walsch
— Andrew Toth
— Carl Jung, Liber Novus(The Red Book)
If height were to send my karma
it be her
such unearthly desire be my hearts rapture
to break me from breaking another fool
to break me, to shake me out of pawning another feminine soul
see her dance in a thousand rainbows
see her move in chameleons dance
a subtle attraction evolving 10 thousand forms
to a heart breaking in 10 thousand forms
an echo that sounds across all that forms
a blackness, a shadow across all that forms
a curse tree that smiles poison fruits into hearts that hunger for desire
my poison angel
a beautiful wrath, burning my desire.