A thread for spontaneous free form quatrains from dimethyltryptahumans.
A quatrain is a four line poem. I will kick things off . . .
Muttering disbelief,
A lantern trails
out of my heart
as I remember
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Flic; ignite Meyend freakwhenseas A-Wake in this synctopolus Someway, all that be will sea They’re shiney scales of opticus
<Ringworm>hehehe, it's all fun and games till someone loses an "I"
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Confusion, land of the lost Butternut squash n biscuits Zombies eating scraps as there tossed Programmed, proper(gand) ized
Thanks and Praises, Love and Gratitude, Peace and Unity, Hemp Seed & Honey
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Listen to music; Gain intended emotions. Propagate music; Become the originator. (sorry, not about spice) Do not listen to anything, "Steely" says. He is a made up character that his owner likes to role play with. His owner is very delusional and everything he says is completely untrue and ridiculous.
Hate is the choice of a clouded mind.
-"It takes humility to remember who we are"-
"There has to be evil so that good can prove its purity above it." - Buddha
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Tetrahedronal branes of quantum reality Intersecting illusions, creating mortality Tunnels through space, tunnels through time Why can't it be real if it's all in your mind Wiki • Attitude • FAQThe Nexian • Nexus Research • The OHTIn New York, we wrote the legal number on our arms in marker...To call a lawyer if we were arrested. In Istanbul, People wrote their blood types on their arms. I hear in Egypt, They just write Their names. גם זה יעבור
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In a flake of snow, wreathed in flame I dance a hasty waltz Lost shackles of thought, untamed My life is but a grain of salt. Art Van D'lay wrote:Smoalk. It. And. See.
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After dancing the earth
turned, the sun rose,
and the liquid shakti serpent
slithered back into it's basket.
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Animalistic writhing under covers, Maybe I'll find truth before I smother. We are...
We are like that sentence.
We are not finished.
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I've split my head, dead, scrapping like a bullfighter No blood but... by god, it's RED, I'm a crimson lamplighter I'm spilled and I'm dead... hiring a ghostwriter Goodbye ego, fuck you limelighter  Art Van D'lay wrote:Smoalk. It. And. See.
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the ribbon dancers surround
insanity is on their lips
the wind filling them with life
is the death i must accept
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Patience and forebearance Turn man's nature into fire; The malevolent and ill-willed On its flame shall be straw. I am paranoid of my brain. It thinks all the time, even when I'm asleep. My thoughts assail me. Murderous lechers they are. Thought is the assassin of thought. Like a man stabbing himself with one hand while the other hand tries to stop the blade. Like an explosion that destroys the detonator. I am paranoid of my brain. It makes me unsettled and ill at ease. Makes me chase my tail, freezes my eyes and shuts me down. Watches me. Eats my head. It destroys me.
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With a deep inhale, my body shudders Everything multiplies to shatter my ego As my eyes close, a familiar joy overtakes I fall into oblivion of the self. We are...
We are like that sentence.
We are not finished.
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Hell in a heartbeat,
Heaven in a breath.
Death a part of life,
Life a part of death.Art Van D'lay wrote:Smoalk. It. And. See.
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Don't be such a downer Don't be such a rube Head down to the Tavern and write yourself a Qube We are...
We are like that sentence.
We are not finished.
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The full moon is about as elusive as a hyperspace entity.
It works in the background of plain site waiting to be acknowledged,
for it's geometic precision, and undeniable improvability
lights the way for meteorites metabolized by the atmosphere ablaze.
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Are you trembling? Are those tears? At least you are living To tame those fears. We are...
We are like that sentence.
We are not finished.
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Roses are red, Violets are blue, Smoalk DMT.
“Right here and now, one quanta away, there is raging a universe of active intelligence that is transhuman, hyperdimensional, and extremely alien... What is driving religious feeling today is a wish for contact with this other universe.”
― Terence McKenna
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Sitting on the dock of the bay Time has no meaning today A minute within it becomes an eternity I am what is, reality learning, see? Wiki • Attitude • FAQThe Nexian • Nexus Research • The OHTIn New York, we wrote the legal number on our arms in marker...To call a lawyer if we were arrested. In Istanbul, People wrote their blood types on their arms. I hear in Egypt, They just write Their names. גם זה יעבור
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Got to ride my bike today Embraced the warmth of renewed beauty Felt the adrenaline fuel my addiction Happiness comes with two legs moving you forward Do not listen to anything, "Steely" says. He is a made up character that his owner likes to role play with. His owner is very delusional and everything he says is completely untrue and ridiculous.
Hate is the choice of a clouded mind.
-"It takes humility to remember who we are"-
"There has to be evil so that good can prove its purity above it." - Buddha
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Xt wrote:Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Smoalk DMT. ..And I will too. Four lines  "Within your heart is a lotus, and within this lotus is a diamond. This diamond is the source of creation, and in all the creation, there is only one lotus."
"Only from the Heart can you touch the sky." ~ Rumi
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