Hallucinogens and Conversions (how junkies find god)

 

He chased it down the mirrored hall

his own reflection on the wall

then into aether the two did fall

like they were never there at all

 

They drifted for what seemed an age

in laudanum’s self indulgent cage

from the horrors of a shared reality

came one singular duality

 

Then sober in some new-found reunion

they set out fresh upon the land

enriched by some divine communion

united by gods unseen hand 

 

◄ Limp Biscuit

Dead Man ►

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Wolfgar Miere

Mon 11th Dec 2017 22:02

Thanks for the likes Hannah and Fred, much appreciated.

David.

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Wolfgar Miere

Mon 11th Dec 2017 11:14

Thanks Cynthia, I never succumbed to anything other than weed and not beyond my teenage years. Random drug testing put a cap on in for most but not all.

Stu’s comment was a good one.

Thanks again,

David.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sun 10th Dec 2017 14:07

I remember, years ago, being invited to share some LSD. I declined, mostly because I thought my mind was sufficiently erratic as it was, sober. And I really didn't need any artificial stimulus for amazing flights of fancy. But, who knows what I might have missed? Or not. I have wondered.

Stu's comment is delightful.

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Wolfgar Miere

Sat 9th Dec 2017 21:26

Thanks Hannah, Stu and Ray.

I am fond of the gothic. Also quite interested in that period of time when Laudanum was widely in use.

It's a strange thing that can get under the skin, when I was in Kandahar I lived in a compound next to a small US military unit that were growing their own weed drying it out in the compound and smoking it, I was working on a drugs eradication program, which was strange.

In June 2016 two of my colleagues, both former British servicemen OD'd on heroin in their accommodation in a Kabul compound, I was second on the scene to find them.

This pattern of behaviour put me in mind of the history of many soldiers returning from previous Afghan wars, and it goes on. Some places get into the blood, quite literally.

Any way it all feeds into a general feeling of helplessness.

David X

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raypool

Sat 9th Dec 2017 14:10

Quite amazing how you can conjure up such deep implications seemingly effortlessly . There is a price to be paid I know! The word laudanum brings to mind so much of the gothic vapours and aspidistra shadows in fluted blue bottles . I love this poem, really so accomplished. It has me thinking of starving and isolated seers who "discovered" inspirational delusions.

Ray

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Stu Buck

Sat 9th Dec 2017 13:09

cracking david. as if lewis carroll tried to rewrite genesis.

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Hannah Collins

Fri 8th Dec 2017 21:13

It is a fascinating subject.
When people are addicted they must live in a world within a world and see reality quite differently at times.
Your poem is thoughtful and inspires thought.

Hannah

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Wolfgar Miere

Fri 8th Dec 2017 16:19

Thanks Cynthia, much appreciated.

All I would say about this is that there is very little deliberate about it, probably scribbled under the influence of something addictive.

David. X.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Fri 8th Dec 2017 12:19

Very interesting. And very true. People can be 'junkies' of anything; the trick is to find a 'mate' of similar taste. Is the rhyme scheme a deliberate jockeying about in sympathy with the subject?

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