slightly stoned
being of sound mind and body I must write of the days when I was slightly stoned when I would disappear into the beautiful abyss with headphones 'Dark Side of the Moon' or 'I Robot' taking me on journeys only I could take my room the isolation tank from 'Altered States' my mind the well that echoed within the sitar vibrations of an unspoken thought my dreams the night before realized in a wave of painted sound and when the consciousness of awake and the boundless landscape of sleep fused with the lost chord one was as close as one could be to God on this plane
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Deckard
I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...
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