Charmed Chaos
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Tripping
It was a time of freedom- the seventies
Free love, free drugs, free to be me, free free free
Living with friends, aimless wandering
Never pondering the future
And then one night Bill Jr. came by
He wanted to share his latest find
Purple microdot in tiny squares
That would take you on a trip of your life
So my friends and I
We decide we’ll split one 4 ways
At first it wasn’t anything spectacular, at least for me
Then my three friends started tripping
Seeing lights, colorful rings, body tingling
And feeling other more unpleasant things
So I found myself saying to them ‘No, it’s not working for me’
As I spent the night waiting to come down from the high
While trying to keep at bay their fears and mine
I don’t know why but I kept hearing a train all night
as if it was bearing down on me and the other three
And what I learned from this whole scene
Is this- the only high I want or need is that of life.
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics: ” Bartender I’d like to close out my Tab-oo”
Author’s Note: Amanda is asking us to reveal ourselves. This is me, it’s what happened, and I never tried acid again. These days, a nice glass of red wine is all I want.
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page
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Charmed Chaos 
I heard tales both good and bad, but I was never inclined to find out for myself.
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I was not an adventurous sort where drugs were concerned overall; this was more the result of peer pressure at the time. But it’s a lesson I’ve never forgotten.
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Very good advice in that last line.
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I’m so glad you got out of the experience without too much unpleasantness, Linda. I’ve know people who have not been so lucky.
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Yes, me too. Thank you Lisa.
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Oh Lord Everyone is ALWaYS
Wanting The Drug i’m on……
NoW i’ve Explained to them
Time out of Time Distance
Out of Distance Space out
of Space no Matter too in
Autotelic FLoW NoW
All they have to do is
Dance 12,784 Months in Public
And Meditatively Write 7.8 Million
Words of Long Form Poem in 78
Months too.. to get
Close to the
Nirvana
i Feel
And
Sense
so far
not another
Single Dancer
in Public in ‘Trump
Town USA’ Still they See ‘the Heaven in my Eyes’…
i Wear Shades so ‘they’ have to ‘See’ Heaven as my Body instead..
Everything i do is so Taboo.. oh how pleased i am to be so Strange
but it
Does
get a bit
Lonely in
Heaven now
BacK THEN
but Eternally
NoW iN HeaVeN
WiTHIN STill ReMains Now..;)
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Nice!
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SMiLes
You inspired
Me! Thanks!
For Tolerating
ALL my inspiration..:)
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Anytime!
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😁🎶!
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I support your conclusion but what about those not facing life but facing death? I also support the use of psychotropic medicine for hospice/late-stage cancer patients, especially those who have not come to terms with their fate.
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That’s a valid point. I understand in those circumstances it is helpful. I lost a close friend last year to cancer.
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I am so glad I never tried… this sounds like a terrible experience.
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In some ways, it was. But also, because I had become the caretaker for the group, it helped me to stay grounded, at least as grounded as you can be in a situation like that.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Liked your story, though I went the other way.
I had romantic illusions
I was the Explorer and used all kinds.
Even suffering was experience I had twice
Yet consider them good as a trip
For this psychonaut of the high no trip was bad but later sublime
As I cleverly gave permission to my lust and desire
It was all about experiencing different states
Breaking your umlaut, perception, having new mind.
But it ended, as it tends to do, in shivering sweating
Panic attacking locked in my lousy basement
Nothing learned in years, whole me almost vanishing 10 years in whole I tried to quit. Rehab, travelling, love and being step-dad, normal family life
Twice, again i tried to quit myself all together. Depressions. Crushing even when sober. hypomania
But in silence, lonely basement, meditating through detox suffering,
Despair I had come to believe I deserved, that was my lot.
In Silence I heard myself, after so long time.
I asked should I end it I can’t stand it.
First, stop using. What Do you have to lose? The Voice said in the Void of me
Repeated, told the first step I had to take to find myself back from desert.
I fought two more years and got into treatment, 6 months of intense self exploring.
Community based, others mirroring.
No taps on the head, no bullshit and masks long tolerated. We had to learn to live again.
We had to look at ourselves truly, no more Hollywood romantic spoons
32, past the age I promised to die. twenty-seven the magical age for users for ending it.
420 degrees and a lot of work, I am a mess put I grow again.
My shit and my experience I am turning into a tool
Alone I’m weak and it’s okay. But with others I have meaning and when by help I live
Why not make it my mission.
38 age years, still finding my way but hey, ce la vie. Process of growth and recovering, Self-reflection, emotional opening. Slowly I am returning, and that voice in Silence, daily communing, and my compass points outwards from me.
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That sounds like quite a journey.
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Still is 🤓. Sounds maybe funny, but I wouldn’t change it. While suffering, you are in ultimate mindfullness, it is shit that purifys us. If we have a mind to keep learning from ourselves and others even when not at the Best situation, when bad isn’t that bad is content found. Happiness is fleeting, emotions not us. Not fighting against the world and accepting.
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