That Kinda Trips Me Out Man....

Share something you've written while under the influence. An idea, a rant, a poem, or just a song you listened to. Share something that really hit you, and really got you going.

The influence is in no way restricted to consumption. There seems to be more self-induced highs that drug-induced ones.

This is a poem, but a ratty one. So, I guess, you could say that I was ratty in a romantic tone. Some I do often, something that's really fun lol.

Some of my best poems have just been romantic speeches about my feelings at the time. So, maybe when I go back and re-read this I'll really like it.

Influence: Time, Forgiveness, Marijuana

Song

Heaven by: RJD2

no worry no pain
no fury no rain

two steps i tame

chill

and the strut
of my rhythm
becomes...

whatever

and i realize
that this is

who

i

am

who i am?
i am nothing
and proud.
i am everything
with no fear

these are simple words
but so are the ideas

freedom

very basic. very
logical.
yet who really knows it?
i mean, who knows it?

i surely don't
but I know what it isn't

what it isn't

its not my social.
its not my country
its not my highways
or sneakers
its not my
whatever

who i am?
I'm just
awake

awake from a sleep,
a time spent
less conscience.
sure, i was aware
i felt
i ran
if my feet would let me

but not like this
not so...
clear

the ease it has become...

though
i admit

the fear does come, frequently.
i just cant stand it yaknow.
i really cant stand it....

so
i... uhh....

snap?
now, this isn't like an angry crazy thing

ok?

ok?...
ok.....

ok.........

ok.
fuck it
it is

but I'm not angry at anyone
just at me
because
even though i know
its still gets me.
i still let it..

pity.
lol
what a fucking joke
pity it
well.
that's done

awake from a sleep
from a time
a dream even.

what is memory?
i mean... what the fuck is that shit?
and
in the same sense
what the fuck is future?
and even more fucked up
what the fuck is present?
and how are these things so fucking different yet all in existence.
man

and i admit
the romance
its just not really there sometimes
and ya wanna know why?
not cause i hate
not cause i fear
not i cause i.. whatever
its because

i can see
i don't hide
i just observe
and accept
2:01 pm thursday april 22 2010

That's the problem. Religious people think that there's gonna be something after they die. They live for the end, because they think that there's gonna be something there. So they don't live for their life.

The next time some asks me why I'm an atheist, that's what I'm gonna say. I'm gonna say because I live for life, not death.

nice man