High and Free

poem

 

 

 

High and free.

 

 

Though magic mushrooms may transform

change your perceptions from the norm

then lead to flights of fantasy.

Escaping from reality.

 

 Some prefer Acapulco Gold

 to loosen up, let go their hold.

To drift and dream in mellowness

where nothing matters more or less.

 

 Still others choose a line or two

 of the White Lady takes them to

a place where they no longer care

about the burdens which they bear.

 

Whatever poison which they choose

I see as forms of self abuse.

I much prefer to meditate

Till I achieve an altered state

 

 of mind which will set me free.

To create my own fantasy.

Poetry is my drug of choice

Triumphantly I can rejoice

 

and share the visions which I see

 in black and white poetically.

I suffer from no side effects

 which every addict must expect.

 

I get as high on poetry

as I would ever want to be

I dream but I dream lucidly.

 I can control my fantasy.

 

18-Mar-08

Reviews

[THE BLACK SEAL]

this is very nice.. as usual you have impecable form my friend

[justjenn_2u]

Very intelligent piece!!!! I admire your words in this poem, being a recovering drug addict. Valuable wisdom is all over this page!!!! Nice!!!

[Tally]

Good piece. Nicely written explaining how to achieve the same ending and be in control without the use of drugs.