Paragon Posted July 12, 2009 Hell I danced, rocked As my very own train Of ecstasy steamed, Into a misty eternity Of a Shisha fantasy And I raised my head In the smoky clouds That meshed in With the meadow’s hue And in the highs Of that dreamy time I was a Persian saint Lost in Elysian Fields Hankering after forbidden Knowledge of enlightenment Now I truly know It wasn’t the mint flavour That got me hearing ‘Oh Babylon train Take we to Zion’ ‘Hey man,’ I said ‘This is Yrpes Express!’ That’s when ecstasy train Took the Silk Route And my Gypsy friend Strummed his guitar And hummed to me ‘Heavy shit you smoking, You’re going to Nan-king!’ ‘Oh yeah?’ I asked ‘Hell yeah’ he said ‘But I’ll sing for you A sweet song till Nan-king’ ‘Where’s Nan-King?’ I asked ‘Few stops from hell’ he smiled Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
SeeKer Posted August 5, 2009 Oh my Oh my.......What a trippy mind. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Paragon Posted August 5, 2009 It's a traverse. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
SeeKer Posted August 6, 2009 Originally posted by Paragon: It's a traverse. Meaning what exactly? Forgive my ignorance but is that a type of poem? I guess I understood the poem on a diff level. Good thing the author is around to clarify. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Paragon Posted August 6, 2009 It's a state of mind, a journey into the mists of thought. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
SeeKer Posted August 7, 2009 Oh good so I was right......your mind was trippy. :cool: Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Paragon Posted October 1, 2009 Call it trippy, I call i journeying toward light. Destination reached. At last. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites