a poet placed a ladder on a street corner
opened the ladder and went up the ladder
he opened an umbrella up there
and waited for it to rain cats and dogs
instead it rained giraffes and elephants
but not any ordinary ones the giraffes were on fire
and the elephants were pink color
(apparently elephants want to tell us humans something)
when the down pour was done
surrealist artists came out and began painting the sky
painting lots of umbrellas on the sky was one artist's idea
ladders on the sky went both ways
the poet folded the umbrella and ladder
and went to find a typewriter to end the world as we know it
a poet
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Re: a poet
this is classic
i feel as if i was there
that it rained
way too long
i grew tired of cleaning my glasses off
or walking into a coffee house
fogging up the lens and making life seem a bit blurred
the days of rain and roses
absurd
the cats and dogs landed on my umbrella
wind tore it back
the colors of my paints got all wet
i think you saved the world with this poem
i feel as if i was there
that it rained
way too long
i grew tired of cleaning my glasses off
or walking into a coffee house
fogging up the lens and making life seem a bit blurred
the days of rain and roses
absurd
the cats and dogs landed on my umbrella
wind tore it back
the colors of my paints got all wet
i think you saved the world with this poem
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
Re: a poet
I was a crazy teenage hippie acidhead
I grew up in orange county calif.
I liked Dylan and Donovan
what the heck did I know
nobody showed me anything
nobody taught me anything
nobody was there to guide me
so I threw myself into the psychedelic daze
I did not fit into society so I became a poet
I grew up in orange county calif.
I liked Dylan and Donovan
what the heck did I know
nobody showed me anything
nobody taught me anything
nobody was there to guide me
so I threw myself into the psychedelic daze
I did not fit into society so I became a poet
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creativesoul
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Re: a poet
I tried to " fit in" and without the love of my children
I would have died homeless and toothless by the side of the road-
The Santa Cruz hippie commune taught me a little
About the ways of human beings on and off of acid
Many of which are bi- polar working as a volunteer
Somewhere there are well adjusted humans
I just have not met them yet
I wanted to be a well adjusted human being but I found no comfort in wearing high heels other than for sex- and even then-- costumes and pretend didn't do it
Acid made me see things that actually existed- but try and tell someone! There is the art,,,
I would have died homeless and toothless by the side of the road-
The Santa Cruz hippie commune taught me a little
About the ways of human beings on and off of acid
Many of which are bi- polar working as a volunteer
Somewhere there are well adjusted humans
I just have not met them yet
I wanted to be a well adjusted human being but I found no comfort in wearing high heels other than for sex- and even then-- costumes and pretend didn't do it
Acid made me see things that actually existed- but try and tell someone! There is the art,,,
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
Re: a poet
I think I took LSD about six times since 68', I had mushrooms several times
but mostly my psychedelic trip took the form of going deeply into poetry
which was in Santa Cruz in the early seventies, it wasn't so much about
dropping a tab anymore, Santa Cruz was one big psychedelic trip
just walking down the street, poetry was my drug. I experimented with
heroin and opium a little in 71' and that was more then enough. I did want to
describe what it was like in the late sixties so I wrote a novel but it's like the sixties never happened now. Although psychedelics are still as big as ever. I just read the guy that made orange sunshine LSD just died.
Something of your free style hippie nature must have come through to your children.
The late sixties were a wild innocent time because we thought we were going to change
the world.I remember being hassled by the cops a lot as a teenager in Orange county.
It was a lot better in Santa Cruz, they did not search me for just walking down the street.
Santa Cruz was very far out in the early seventies, wall to wall hippies, students, poets,
and surfers, lots of travelers on the main street, street people, and musicians.
but mostly my psychedelic trip took the form of going deeply into poetry
which was in Santa Cruz in the early seventies, it wasn't so much about
dropping a tab anymore, Santa Cruz was one big psychedelic trip
just walking down the street, poetry was my drug. I experimented with
heroin and opium a little in 71' and that was more then enough. I did want to
describe what it was like in the late sixties so I wrote a novel but it's like the sixties never happened now. Although psychedelics are still as big as ever. I just read the guy that made orange sunshine LSD just died.
Something of your free style hippie nature must have come through to your children.
The late sixties were a wild innocent time because we thought we were going to change
the world.I remember being hassled by the cops a lot as a teenager in Orange county.
It was a lot better in Santa Cruz, they did not search me for just walking down the street.
Santa Cruz was very far out in the early seventies, wall to wall hippies, students, poets,
and surfers, lots of travelers on the main street, street people, and musicians.
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