1) I am a droplet of LSD in a glass of water on the
windowpane of eternity.

2) I am an airlessly lunar scratch on the mirror of
detanerious hallucinatoria.

3) I am an airlessly lunar crack in the mirror.

4) The green moon floats over the lavender ocean.

5) DDA crystals float through my airlessly lunar mind,
inducing a blyssful reverie of colorful dreams.

The eye in the mirror gazes into my soul.
Unblinking green cyclops eye.
I lie on a dream couch-
in a dream abode-
daydreaming in a house of mirrors.

I am painted on swirling eyes
in a cosmic switchboard.
Gazing up, I envision a blyssful wave
of bright light,
all-encompassing, expanding in phosphorescent
splashes of luminous incandescence,
flooding across the umbrella of the sky,
angelic rush from the psychedelic supernova.
I am floating in a sea of serenity
and neon apparitions,
joyous oceans of Darflenyx Hallucinatoria,
skipping volcanic lava stones
across the endless waters of the universe.

My airlessly lunar mind flows with liquid LSD.......
stretched like plastic
across 100 million miles.........
my eyes shoot out green lightning into the
endless etherium.......
I am on the eternal tendrils of the cosmic spiderweb,
blyssedly delighted in
airlessly lunar deliriousness......

Midnight in the Abode of the Airlessly Lunar
and the fireflies are whispering secrets
of the moon.

Gazing through a green noise,
my eyes are painted on a cinderblock wall.

I drink liquid stars from an everlasting cup
spilling out rainbows.

I am entangled in airlessly lunar bedsheets
and shrouds sprinkled with LSD droplets.

The rain falls from purple-green clouds,
whispering blyssful secrets of airlessly lunar
universes.

Whirling dervishes flowing from water
in a psychedelic tornado....
ecstasy in a whirlpool of blyssful visions....
glyssleglocks swirl across the moon-speckled floor....
stars sparkle across the universe as they float
along the spiral carpet of infinite space.......
airless lunar stardust glitters with surreal
luminescence............
pools of water mirror and reflect the
spirit of serenity within......

Sunshine on golden fields and honey hues.
Blyssful reveries reflected in glassy-eyed waters
of crystal lakes.
Canaries singing ancient hymns in the hemlocks.
The Moon Goddess chanting by the moonlit waters of
serenity at midnight.
A sweet dream in a catnip dell.
Starlit moonshine.
Dydreria floats phantomlike among the willowing
trees of Dysetsia flowers in her spectral abode.
Infused in dyridious wonder, she wanders.

HEADLINE:
Dyssonetic detapulses of dynaterious vludaneria infuse
minds and spirits with peaceful euphoria.

A powerful flux of happiness-inducing dyssonetic
detapulses flooded minds all around the world today
with serenely tranquil euphoria.
Depressed people started smiling and laughing, angry
people suddenly felt their anger vanish in an instant.
Enemies became friends and the desire for war
dissipated like a fine mist.
Tyrants became friendly loving people and their iron
fists melted into loving hands.
Crime became nonexistent.

Falling bombs turned into water balloons and bullets transformed into bubble gum.
Nuclear missiles turned into flowers.
Cannonballs became beach balls.

And Airlessly Lunar Blyss prevailed forever.

The Airlessly Lunar Mind of Planet Dynidia,
reporting live from the Abode of the Airlessly Lunar.

AIRLESSLY LUNAR eyes float by in the moonlight,
whispering DYNIDIOUS odes of pink clouds.
The moon is a DYNIDIUM orb with dyssode ray flux.
DRENDIA FLOWERS are watered with BLYSS in the garden
of SYNNOETIPLADIA CHIMES.
THUNDERFLUZENIA blossoms with emerald luminescence.

In an AIRLESS LUNAR garden, everything blooms.

In Bush's garden, only money and skeletons grow.
Everything else withers and dies.

My mind is a blyssbomb,
detonating with euphoria.
blasts of airlessly lunar ecstasy
shudder through my psyche.
explosions of serenity thunder through
my spirit.
my mind is a blyssbomb,
charged with DDA.
wired to eternity on white lightning.
electric supernova.

Butterflies in pastel shades
fly in sunflower dreams and
dark dripping moss adorns
flagstone walls.

dristonnets chime gaily from
redwoods and thunderfluzenia
groves in cathedrals of
warm sunlight.

synnoetipladia chimes ring
out of rushing streams
into the twilight

Synnoetipladia is in the House of Logodaedaly
and the raindrops are emerald, ruby, and turquoise
glowing like neon lights
sparks where Driderious Delysid swirled with
lightning bolts alongside of
midnight blue butterfly ponds...

This is where all the holocausts died
and where peace and love triumph....

All oppression sealed in its own
skull-wrapped tomb....

Rains washing away the ashes of tyrannies
into endless sewers....

Whereafter the jazzy moon will forever shine
in the house of serenity
on the hill of rainbows.

Birds fly up to touch the sun
and sing merry melodies
and they remind us that strawberry fields
are forever and that war
will someday be no more.
Only a faded memory on a distant shore
fading to oblivion

Airlessly lunar raindrops hanging on pine needles
whisper to me with their soothing song
as I collect them with outstretched arms

I can feel their delicate energy as they
stream down my skin and into my soul

I offer these airlessly lunar raindrops
to all humanity with gentle love
in the cooling heart's glade

Sunset voiced with orange song
speckled with pink serpents' trails
across the sky
Flaming celestial elephant
steadily advancing south
atop ridge
(stretching out)
before
crescent moon, sliver of God's thumbnail,
overlooking purple-maroon shadows
of the approaching twilight.

Whispers from green fireballs in plasma
Eyes unwinding counterclockwise
My thoughts straitjacketed to the moon
on the blue-tiled floor
This all-night dyneridium
phased-out photollix
paranoidium parallax
paraleen delirium
White lightning and windowpanes
Laughter in the cracked mirror
Shadows in the doorway
of 1 million starry sparkles
Diamonds studded in the sky,
staring like eyes.

In matters of absolute vloraneria,
I whisper of the wondrous detaneria
in a dynateria,
which is really a dynitized cafeteria
in a moment of dyssoteric vooliteria
inside a swirl of odetic paraneria
on a plain of vludaneria blossoming
into dyslixxic nadreeria
in a room full of bacteria.....

Whole rooms full of cigars and cars...
There are cigars in cars and bars in cars and cigars
in bars and there are candy bars and prison bars, but
none on Mars...

But there are stars......stars in bars and stars in
cars and stars in my candy bars......

And stars in my glass of voolic acid and coca-cola...

and airlessly lunar lightnings and thunderings,
for which I am the conductor of....

In a dreel of steel from an iron wheel
in a dream of dynidium sparkles....
quarkles....swimming with the sharkles....

in the wild ocean..........with a blyssful notion
and suntan lotion.....total devotion....
in disembodied eyes....
vluda butterflies fly the skies.......
from sunset till sunrise....
the spirit never dies......

spirit is forever............
love is forever...............
never say never.....

an airlessly lunar rain is falling in my brain....
euphoric adoric
constantly and consistently
silly hilly dillydally
in the valley....
insane in the membrane
dyssonemia in Bohemia
adoreenia skitsophrenia
a doreemic skitsophrenic beatnik
in an adoreenic scenic adreenik adeenik
teanecked v-neck........

an airlessly lunar rain must fall
over the wall into the hall
into the streets of the city
into every mind
with a kiss of Blyss
in a vooliteric mist....

BLYSS BOMBS ROCK USA WITH SHOCK WAVES OF
PSYCHEDELIC EUPHORIA.......M

EXPLOSIONS OF PURE BLYSS........

AIRLESSLY LUNAR BLYSS....

1) Vlitixic moths drive hydrogen bomb taxicabs.

2) The stock market has invested in plutons of magma
and plutonium eyeball exhalations.

3) Snorting cocaine off countertops of galaxies
fuels paranoid nosebleed psychoses to which
I plead astibulence.

4) The Shadow Woman in the moonlit room at midnight
chants "The Snog" and shadows and splotches transform
into scurrying spiders.

5) All matter of toy boats and splinters and leaves
absorbs intractibly into flowing rivers, stars
abseerius, sploding, spexed to a dex on crystal meth,
and I sip Coca-Cola in a plutonium mug and stare with
glowing green eyes out of nowhere and dreel
absenocides, colliserates in a dragonfly shell.

Pink dryssal swirls in a rain
of dyssle drops
as photons explode
in phantastika phantasmik
phantasmagoria
amid snickering flickering
neon signs
and ionic atomic photonic
bomb detritus
in a detrazoid.....Detroit
Adroit for the adrenylz....
aprenylz......fennels.....
fentanyl in the mill

I sit on a chair by a table outside
of The Plutonium Cafe,
sipping iced tea in a plutonium teacup,
stirring in powdered uranium
for an extra kick,
munching on a hamburger
seasoned with dytridium dust,
smoking a joint of marijuana
laced with deuterium,
snorting lines of cocaine and heroin
adulterated with dynidium,
and contemplate why the world
is so toxic.

I whisper dytraridons
in driddonalysis
at midnight
from streetlights
along avenues
of all that
is airlessly lunar.

Somewhere in the
airlessly lunar abode,
a dylerious skydomite laughs.

The air is densely populated
with suddolliterous drites.

Metanalysis indicates the presence
of skliddolites on the windowglass,

chanting strange new formulas
of physics and the frenzies of
voolidium ions
in dyneerium vortexes.

The Vool whispers poetix from the Phrenodator
(a phrenological radiator)
in acidly warped windowpanes
(and delusional delirostratus cloudz)
as the teapot walks calmly away
and laughs

Pink sunset amid dark blue clouds
looks like a storm's a comin'
The air quiet and still-
think I hear a butterfly whispering
think I hear the Sun going down
in all its myriad hydrogen fusion

Think I hear the moon rising
The Vool whispering somewhere off
in the psychedelic cosmos
downloaded through all wires and
uttered out of all jars and bottles
out into eternity

Think I hear the sound of bells
and synnoetipladia chimes
The scratch of nails on metal
ghostly laughter echoing out of
somewhere nameless
out of earthtime
and eerie silences interspersed

Painting eyebrows out of moonlight

Dyssoteritize me
Dynnoettisize me
Dyssollitize me in a plutoxyl froxyl sloxyl
Dynode a splude for me
Detaneriate my mind with dyssollitudes

Dreel me out into the twilight of
all airless lunarity of cosmos

Under the moonlight,
dripping dyssoteria into insectile minds,
a rain uv odetic paraneria
descending into abyssal canyons uv
cooled volcanic lava stone
in shadow uv Udara Peak's
still steaming stratovolcanic cone
on vast Desicardanian plain
glowing with psychedelic shimmering
auroras

Eye
Drilling holes in time
Death City
Vacuums
Weed-choked lusterless stone fields
Dynasteria
Bomb craters
Poisonous death clouds
Skeletons dying for a f***
and a quality cigar
Beneath the box
Ashes

In a natrastity of drastity
Sybidetics heretics
Pelunids velledreellia atranastica
The Moon is in the water
Splash it in yr face
Frolic in the dells with psychedelic butterflies
In a moment of nysslixxic neeriadra
Chanting Idraneriasta
Villitox umbra sumbra
Leaf neerie sleerie queen ibitix
Fludarrs drotars
Dyollitria of seroderia
Surroneria seronyx
Fleer after me dreel after me
Into sunset pink purple orange red
With psychedelic butterflies
And the lilly-listered moon

Eyes of Blyss
gaze into tranquil rock garden ponds,
enjoying eternity.
The wind whispers and laughs softly,
echoing fairylike at your back.
Tree leaves metamorphosize into butterflies.
Spectral eyes float about in your teacup,
a bottomless well.
Trees transform into splendid vaulted arches
of divine cathedrals.
Stream below you a painted river of
red blue green yellow orange whirlpools.
Your smile touches fusion fireball
over 93 million miles.
A detached ectoplasmic finger from your
inner self dips itself in the Ganges,
a world away.
Your eyelashes wash the moon with raindrops.

(1) My eyes, staring so airlessly lunar at Arachnids,
swim in pools of phantom waters,
mirroring ghosts.

I reach into my mind with
long skinny fingers and pull out
remains of ancient meteorite impacts
and the still pulsing/racing shock waves
of supernovas from B.C.10000,
now woven into my locks of hair.
Interstellar veils of gases from when
the universe coughed daydreams from
vast oceans of nonmatter formed into
existence on order of transferitus God/
Super Buddha/Krishna/Demiurge
and the ancient archaic watchers of the
moon garden lotus asanas.

Venatal Dorol Isolucin Noctay
Faradasta Sunastra Sutra
God Thundurr
Dar Thundurr
Stasis/Regeneration
Butterfly Metamorphosis
Zen Zen Zen Zen Zenatar
Maya....Prana.....Kundalini
NIRVANA

Eyes open in the walls,
exuding myriad radio waves
from the Crab Nebula, quasars,
Planet Adrentia,
City of Titania's huge subterranean
radio complex beaming
airlessly lunar thoughts
broadcasting to minds through the 3rd eye
of Buddhist Zen Oracles,
Delphi, Vesuvius, Lake Nyos,
black holes countless hidden in every room,
under every stockbroker's desk
(they wonder where their money goes),
through vortex of tornadoes,
eyes of hurricanes,
into pot of gold at end
of Irish rainbow,
travelling on and on across the universe
that has no end,
back into my open eyes.
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Dream Winds

Psychedelic fanatella winds blow through my
eternal spirit. Winds that whisper to the mind.
Spirit winds. Winds of wandering butterflies.
Winds of blyssful dreams. Dream lily winds.
Dream angel winds.
Winds of the dreaming eyes of night.
Winds of the moon.
Winds of the airlessly lunar

Down the cobblestone path,
I walk past flowers crowned with
twinkling stars, clusters of moons,
Saturn nestled amid thyme in the
eternal garden, spearmint leaves rimed
with sunlight and absorbing poetic verse
through the soil, chamomile serenading
with catnip and cannabis in the moonlight,
azaleas, tulips, dandelions, daffodils,
roses, sunflowers, orchids singing
blissful melodies to the listening ears
of moon and sun.

Ultrablyss
Ride the solar lightning
To great beyond in
Universe of soul
Dream dream waking dream
On Saturn Pluto
Androdara Lunidia
Swirled in spiral galaxies
In deep core of nebula.

Broken shorelines
fragments of setting sun
rolling to sand with the tides,
resting on the beach
like spilled orange day-glo paint

Dreena dreen twirled in the rain.
she tangoed with lightning
and slam-danced with the thunder,
swam in volcanic lava,
whirled with the tornadoes,
surfed the tsunamis,
and quivered like jello
with the earthquakes,
all in a single night of fun.

I am a sunobdara configuration.
I am so airlessly lunar.
I float in the waters
of the Sodreen.
I am a thousand psychedelic
lights in the abode of
Dynateria.
I am a disembodied pair of eyes
floating in the moonlight.
I am a drellateen angel
floating on the clouds.

Enshroud in swirls of dranity.
Swimming in paraleen pools.
Steeping myself in allaril tea.
I am free.

Later in the morning,
another dream,
of being hypnotized.
Of faces watching me
from eternity.
Staring. Gazing.
Lifelessly.

I lie in my bathtub in a dream.
A flash of white lightning in the window,
reflected in the mirror, dazzles my eyes.
I lay still, disoriented, waiting for
the thunder.
The bathroom trembles, the mirror explodes.
Knives of glass stab at me.
The furiously heating air steals my
breath away.
The window is gone.
A purple afterglow in my vision.
The wall and tiles splinter.
Shower head and curtain rod topple.
The ceiling groans and falls to pieces.
I run from the bathroom and
into the hall.
But there is no hall.
No house.
Just wreckage.
Lurid red glows of demonic eyes
stare at me through the black smoke
of death.
Roaring in my ears of a
thousand million screams.
Then silence.
Silence in my mind.
But the crackle of flames
and the laughter of the
rising infernal umbrella
climbing high into the sky.
Couldn't the atomic bomb have
held off until I was dressed.

Airlessly lunar is the night
Interstellar, vast
Relaxing on a bed of galaxies
Lost in a world of daydreams
Eerie and enchanting
Surreal unreal vortex
Spirals of syntolonic flux
Lucid eyes streaming x-rays
Yahara the skywatcher makes her rounds

Lunidia looms like a giant marble
Unseen amongst the stars
North star glitters
Above the moon
Radiant and sparkling

In the desert, I stand
absorbing the tranquil silence>br /> of early dawn
winds blow sands around my shoes
I can hear the wind whistle
softly in my ears
I linger in the shadows,
waiting for the sun
in the distance, a wolf howls
at the moon
the moon howls back,
or was it the wind?
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Surreallitrea

My eyes touch an energy not of this world
supernova blasts shine in my eyes
pulsars and gamma rays radiate
from my pupils
comets sear trails through my optic nerves
strands of interstellar gases are my hairs
they glow like auroras in the northern sky
undulating like kelp
UFO's fly in and out of my mouth
black holes hide under my fingernails
in my wake, I leave colorful nebulae,
shimmering hypnotically,
where I walked

Sun setting after the storm
clouds, glowing pink in the dying light,
call to me
I respond, sending thoughts from my eyes
a beautiful sight,so airlessly lunar
clouds afire
a million eyes gaze upon me
and the psychedelic afterglow
smoke-colored clouds drift to the southwest
clouds stand as tall as mountains
with pink snow
faces watch me from the psychedelia
that permeates the sky
conversing with me in silent thoughts
pink clouds infuse into my soul
they talk to me in silent voices
only I can here
I am fused with the sun
born of the solar fire
and I create new life
from emptiness

Willows budding in my heart,
having waited 30 years to be watered,
are now blossoming from the seed
that lay buried in arid soil,
longing for a rain
that, at long last,
poured down,
nourishing its roots.

dew,
glistening on trees
sparkles like diamonds
in the sunlight
of a new day
infusing hope and peace
from nature's tea leaves
into my thirsting soul,
reaching for the stars

The day dawns cloudy and cold
disembodied voices echo in the wind
laughing and whispering
splintered images
shatter the glass of my mind
invisible eyes float
through the ether
gazing into eternity,
so airlessly lunar

Death of a world
population destroyed
annihilation of human life
a desolate void
a once vibrant world
blown to hell
a planet of life
now an empty shell
cryptogenocide

The sleepless night
before the dawn.
the clock ticks away.
the clicks and hums
and whirrs of paranoia
stir the night air
in its deadness
as the flowers of madness
blossom and bloom
in my soul.

Daylight's dream
casts its aura
over moonbridges studded
with emerald stones
that traverse
turquoise waters
rushing over smooth stones
glowing like rubies
in the sun.