I'm Kaleidoscopic
and so psychotropic.
The colours in my brain
I never will restrain.
Because I could not write
without these colours bright.
a gossamer idea floats down vacated hallways of my mind
as it registers, I wonder if maybe I am sleep deprived-
are there clouds of exhaustion built up in my eyes?
did I perhaps take a psychotropic pain reliever?
did low blood pressure cause this dizziness?
are my ears playing a crazy trick on me?
did the wires in my brain get tangled?
am I just confused and distracted?
maybe it is a feral fever dream
or a delirious hallucination
or did you just tell me
you love me?
written 24 Jun 2021
what will you say?
now that I have abandoned an ingredient
in my psychotropic cocktail
speak calmly and tell me
of sunny skies
wind-blown shadows
tell me, I can reach way down inside
way down in the center of me
a throw this thing asunder
grasp it
hard
collect all the shame
disdain
embarrassment
and how I hate you girl stuff
wrap my fist around it tightly
pull it from the very core
pulling, pulling, ever so hard to detach
all the pain, sticky stinking
wrapped around my wrist like phlegm
and hurl it as far and fast as I can
with all my might
into the oblivion of forgetfulness
Father, Give me Strength!
Strength to forgive myself.
5/23/2021
'A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE NO 1200' Poetry Contest
Don't scare me with psychotropic eyes,
They are trying to make me ties.
Your thoughts are out of my imagination,
I am unable to get me so rise.
My heart feels your soul's noise,
To catch my thinking, she never tries.
Holadeck warp trek
mindmeld hallucinogens
psychotropic Spock
Dishonorable plastic discharge
gouge a crater debt
of predatory lending regret
Dead faces on printed paper
exercise still
their executive will
Oppressive weight
from the mausoleum stacks
of dollar bills
Folded temptation —
some crispy new,
others old and faded
Both remain in
C-4 spend circulation
See for the blast damage done
to the slug underbelly
Crawl into the barrel
of a power drunk
cellar dream cluster fermenting
So psychotropic ink sick
from chasing the jade paper trail
Dead faces stay buried
in their head
Throttle the creased kick,
unfurl the abominable pirate sail
Skim cream of the dairy
udderly dead
Emerald leaven rolls
hidden
in the basement mattress
Adjacent to the Egyptian carvings
on the ivory headboard
of a Cleopatra-scented bed
Whispering voices,
from a dank, debt dungeon,
echo lovingly ...
with craven, creditor joy
They murmur ecstatically
of the profits reaped
in the name of idol presidents
lying in earthen beds
Covetously urging
the living
to never speak
ill of the minted dead
I got these old habits that I’m trying to kill
Like kick off the ills
Of these psychotropic pills
Cause I’m someone else
They turned me into someone else
What you say, it’ll all come back
Whether love or it’s hate
both strange like an asylum
toxic waste
Yea that negatives a toxic waste
people want to get rich
Then it happens too fast
See a lack in your *****,
While you whipping that jag
What you mean?
What you mean?
Got corona home safe
Tryna search out the truth
But it’s still a cold case
Can we all chill out with the wars
Instead of guns in their faces
Pencils and erasers
they’re gone today
There won't be no bombs away
we’re all locked on the screen, I phone
Bet if I tried to take it
it’ll get your heart racing
locked in chains
We’re just modern slaves
It don’t matter what they say
You aint done kid
They aint got half your heart
So I know you gone win
Said,
It don’t matter what they say
You aint done kid
They aint got half your heart
So I know you gone win
Poem to Myself
You ask to be birthed,
when you know I have passed
the age of passion to sing anything
sweeter than a harmonious hymn.
My taste for life is hollow blue
and all I know is hawks flying and lilting leaves falling.
There is no honey in the suckle.
If I were awake, I would sing of
blackness and morning star,
being beautiful, heritage of queens,
mama songs and Tennessee,
knowing full well that there’s
no place, no ears, no eyes.
I am the scorned sister.
I write words and dream.
I look at a group of trees in summer and see
that wonderful, magical country,
to which I never go.
Is that who I am?
The newspaper can't tell my future and
for a twenty-dollar phone call to a psychic
will there be hope, a while.
Yes, my precious self,
you ask to be birthed
yet you hide your real face
behind the white peaks of a
daily psychotropic cocktail,
parasites of the mind that suck the senses.
Oh, but if you break free,
if you get to feel,
just once
limitless wonder
WOW!
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melting colors cry
psychotropic dripping tears
blush on heavens cheeks
11/18/15
In truth hypocrisy lies
Fermented in the divine
A psychotropic shed of moral skin
Manifest entropy our destiny sink or swim
Unto others we do lest it be done to us
Lost in translation is decency and trust
As vanity informs our social dialect
When studying a mirror is there anything but regret
I wake up to the radio, the cops have this suspect on the run
who dives out of my speaker and is brandishing a gun.
He jumps off of my balcony but before he hits the ground
becomes the victim of a drive by that is going down.
I open up a coffee can, I'm needing some caffeine
when out jumps illegal aliens who run fleeing from the scene.
They dive into a mailbox where agents for the CDC
are investigating some anthrax conspiracy.
Welcome to America the all day non-stop culture show
I've been up an hour now, only 23 to go.
The suicidal mullah and the martyr fission guard
are fencing with the fuel rods of the Babylon Jihad.
All the foam fanged infidels with their bottle rocket brains
start launching their scenarios for a nuclear exchange.
Out on the worried boulevard nervous heads explode
from all the terror elevated pressure overloads.
It starts a circus stampede of the psychotropic hoard
who rush down to the pharmacy for the Prozac smorgasbord.
Welcome to America the all day non-stop culture show
I've been up an hour now, only 23 to go.
High on We
High on kisses on my neck
and the psychotropic affect of the breeze
High on the rhythm of breathing
Catching rays of knowledge
Sun shining....my mind is
High on words alone
Filling paper with messages
that set the tone for my next poem
Untitled pieces feeling neglected
until spoken on a microphone
High on taking care of mine
High on the amount of time it might take
to realize the truth from the lies
High on the importance of light and
finding out exactly where it leads
I've discovered that it's not an easy road
especially for the meek
High on my kids kids and if we will ever meet
High on the space that goes beyond me
transcending skies and traveling to places that bind me
to a higher mind state
High on my mood when I meditate
High on the mundane state created because of sin
I've let go of all the ********
from back in the day and negative remember whens
I've learned lessons about who I really am
and I'm building character within
I get so high
I get so high
I get so high
A BAND AND A DANCER SO GRAND
“Shall we dance?” the lady asked ever so politely
And oh how the lady danced ever so lightly
It was as if she \hovered an inch above the floor
And I never enjoyed dancing with a partner more
I begged the band to belabor the point
For it was the music the woman would anoint
She baptized the band as sanctified oil
And to the lady my soul became loyal
She took to the tile, a temptress, my muse
And when she asked for more no man could refuse
The brass played with class and the flute wasn’t mute
And her elegance was a fact God Himself could not refute
Mine eyes beheld the majestic majesty of grace
And simply holding her caused my heart to race
She dance me into a dream of loveliness and lace
Whilst the band grew jealous of what was in my embrace
Her gracefulness begot beauty and grandeur so bright
While the vocalist sang a song about undying delight
But then I heard four words that dimmed every light
When the M.C. announced the final dance of the night
DOES THIS MAKE ANYONE BESIDES ME WANT TO PUKE?
© 2011.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
all resonses are handed to me by the nurse along with my psychotropic drugs, thanks!
Thoughts vanish like ghost….
Psychotropic overdose
Nightmares from my host
Brilliant radiance fills tear stained room
Chasing from it self induced gloom
By Robb A. Kopp
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