BLUE KOOLAIDE ACID DREAMS..Poems From The Heart
BLUE KOOLAIDE Acid Dreams
Written By
Poems From The Heart
Laura Grace Robles Birthday Gurl Video Poet
Copyright 2021
Once Upon A Dream
This is for the dreamers for the disbelievers for the over achievers and for those who thought they were once losers
living a lost life of aimless lazy leisure
without a purpose to find the hidden meaning behind dreaming
by becoming the lost soul in search for the reason for living the dream life as free as free as free as any acid dreamer could ever want be
lost in translation stuck in a day dream metamorphous
living the acid dream life to role play the lost souls in a video game
life being controlled by a teenage punk rock alien pretending to be god
A god
who knows it all
who never sleeps who stays awake to mind fuck you while you sleep
While You dream of painting pictures of life's purpose on the blank canvas in search for what it means to be the dreamer who owns their soul
a beholder of dreams
struggling to survive to find the passion that feeds the starvation for an ambitious mind
seeking the desire to live rowing rowing rowing gently down the stream
A stream of consciousness of unconsciousness
dreaming how life twas but a dream exploring limitless impossibilities
Expressing the freedom as any acid day dreamer was meant to express
blinded by the love that leads us to a self-discovery for the courage to manifest our destiny
to find what lies beneath underneath and in between the surface of the beautiful mistakes of this simulated reality
an illusion of painted dreams in disguised lies in the anti-beauty imperfect perfections
It still remains an awkward form of beauty just the same
A dream of acid freedom to confront the food fight that is life chasing rats in the race for happiness
misconceptions of achieving the standard of american dreams becomes
Once upon a boring dream
Two Lovers Floating By
In a forest of your destiny In a forest of your dreams In a fairy tale
Lost in the mist
Among the depths of the earth
Passed the blackest of skies after sky after sky
Where one can be a lover floating by Where one can be free
Where one can find themselves beautiful again no matter the wrinkles or gray hair that grows with our age
Where we find our self worth together and can become the courage that allows us to be brave once again
To find your dream lover floating by
In the forest you wake up in
Lost in a dream life as you and I become the two lovers floating by together among the falling stars
Lost in love
Lost
Lost
Lost in love with each others dreams of continuing to love
one another Together living in a fantasy
Timelessness intertwines our souls to dream
to love endlessly in this dangling ball of yarn weaving the unbreakable bond between us
As two lovers floating by
we hear our voice inside echo under the flying stars of our everyday confessions of love
May our love continue to grow stronger everyday
and if it were the perfect silver that is the perfect you and the perfect pink that is the perfect me let us be the stars of
this fantasy
in this fantasy where everyday we wake up beside each other and you look at me looking into my eyes and
every time you say I love you I melt
Twas then did I see my own beauty through my own reflection I saw of myself in his eyes when he spoke these words
and his spoken words of romance were left in my mind vibrating a deep connection connecting our magnetic skin
woven from this yarn that is our life of living together
woven into a cocoon of millions of tiny lovely little lockets locking our love in place
locked in a picture perfect moment to look back on as we comb our dreams of everlasting love
keeping us lost in time in a dream of ourselves eternally searching for the mysterious energy that keeps us alive
as we are still alive it brings me true happiness to be with you
in the same fantasy that is today yesterday and tomorrow and forever more
And as we hope it lasts till the end we silently thank each other for being there everyday with a kiss
And each time we look into each others eyes our memories build into this ball of yarn coming to life as you and I continue to unravel our love into another nite as two lovers floating by.
Living A Mother's Dream
To live a mothers dream Means I shall echo her magical light
Without shame
I can find her free and unharmed under a stone In a black box where a stage filled with
wilted roses becomes just one red glass rose where each pedal is a symbol of her love
a gift given on a day of love
A rose held together by its own reflection of delicate silky red stained glass pedals each one representing her
kindness put away in a case and saved to be loved always and admired by her children
so that when it becomes the
Shattered mirrors reflecting our time of dust blown in the wind once again may the air enchant me with my mothers greatest gift to me a life of grace
A life of happiness
the scent of my mother's heart exhaling her last breath took a final beat of blood
our smell became one just as we were once together sharing her womb of grace
like an angel her shadows cast down upon me with silhouettes of her beaming wings soaring from above shining
her magical light on me as she guides and protects me through the darkness
To live a mothers dream for me
means I must make believe I'm happy without her
Our memories go way back to wooden swings and bird houses kept near a tree house and as I cherish everything I remember about you mother
I have no regrets following our dream to be the grace we were born to be
My mothers flesh is now gone resting deep under the earth and her soul has escaped a cage of pain to visit me in dreams once again
when life truly seems a little more meaningless without her beside me as Im living my mothers dream
To be happy
Beyond The Mask
To know the feeling of beauty is to know
That you cannot trust the eyes of the mask we were born to
wear
If you can see beyond the skin's surface and into the mysterious vibes speaking down to you from the sky
from ones soul
then you know beauty when you encounter it weather or not everyone agrees
Is awkward beauty beauty just the same
An anti beautiful awakening to the devil's evil good and gods beautiful imperfect mistakes that meets perfection from more than beauty meets the eye
As though we all wear a mask that shields our soul to protect us with asymmetrical skin
To cover a body and fill it with parts that do not contain what we believe is their
within us in an unseen hidden place signaling who we are beyond the mask that is our face
To Love
To love is to live
To love is to feel something beyond belief To love is to search for a soulmate
To love is to find happiness within yourself
To live in love is to be reborn again
To feel love is to know something is real To find a soulmate is to be United by love
To be United by love is to celebrate your union with someone special to you
The Girl Who Has It All
I want to come out to play
to much freedom in my way
See the mirror on the wall the girl who has it all Has nothing at all
Sacrifice and worshipping
Psycho killers in my head
Look who has to crawl
The girl who had it all
Has nothing at all at all at all at all Nothing
As I sleep and I decay
There you'll find me in a cage
Where eyes act like wrecking balls
The girl who has it all has nothing at all at all at all at all
The girl who has it all all has nothing
From Within
Where ever I go when its just me
I go to a place where I can be alone with spiritual essence
Contained by my own mind
Wrapped in my own body
As I try to pass up the temptation of life's obstacles that push a force of nature's sin
A self destruction warns my heart from growing a deeper connection
Like a feather lost in the aging life of numbered breaths that I breath and its dislocated wing dangling from the edge of
the wind's shadow racing time
so that in my empty space where I trace back the days
I must simply be myself with or without a purpose to exist and with or with out a purpose to be lost in the gaze of flight
from this broken wing that fills me from within
As Time Splits The Hour
As time splits the hour beneath my glass heart of broken mirrors mended together by the beams of my soul
The hour grows faster and I must chase to remember before I get old
I am here within my own mind to escape human identity from earth so that I may fly with the infinite universe
So that I can continue to imagine what life could be like trapped in a hidden dream world where destiny is the reason for dreaming undreamt dreams that I hope will pass through in a restless sleep where time contains the unconsciousness
Where creation is the key to unlocking the doors of each vanishing moment that forms our future and what it wants
to hold
Sharing the fairy tale once told
must try to build the imagination with blocks that build a structure of legacy that is the dreaming
created by us
before death steals my time
to leave me behind
In this reality
As life passes me by the hours after hour and the sun melts each day by day
remain better Than the worst
only to wish to things can
or just an The same Like an
empty space
Talking To Windows
As the droplets of wet rain
entertain me
I look out talking to windows
seeing a liquid pour out the mystery of invisible the invisible illusion
Of a non represent dream that's never been able to be explained
Differently the way each dreamer sees
In the abstraction of poetic details of disappearing air where my mind begins to
Shape-shift a meditation upon the unknowable state that is there
Whatever I cannot see what is sung to me as I talk back to the glass that protects me
Be nice to me
I ask for another chance to listen deeply so I may understand why the water gets lost and its melting shape gets tossed and soaked up by the ground and the heat of the sun
And as I talk to windows I express what I feel within myself like a ball of light creating the electricity
It brings me
here to listen to what protects me without words
but with the wisdom of listening and not saying a Thing
myself I talk to windows
that opens me up
within a silence
response By
we don't say
connecting us to all the
words of inner
talking to windows Hearing what
As I talk to
So I can dive into a seeping wondrous cave of
spinning walls
drawn by this song
Being sung
sung by the
looking glass
Of reflection
I wonder
I wonder where the world ends and where the world begins
I wonder where consciousness is contained and why its proof cannot be explained
I wonder why war is so important and death cannot be avoided
I wonder what life would be like if peace was the reason we all forgot how to fight
And I wonder if everything was perfect just like this and no mistake could be more beautiful than the imperfections that make me God's perfect thing
I wonder if beauty was blind like love in our hearts and minds
I wonder why dreams were meant to be dreamt and why we are not born psychic
Images wander through my mind like an experimental film not making sense
the way stories should be
But I wonder if there were no such thing as stories and what if the narrative became unimportant
I wonder if this couldn't control our mind anymore with happy endings and expectations
I wonder if things were simpler maybe we could all be more happy with the little things that mean the most like fires on the stove and ghost stories that were meant to be told
Or clean clothes and a needle to sew our holes
I wonder If wondering about these little things means this is why I'm a wondering me
Remembering
My mind at times sinks back into the past where regrets should not last like this moment of breath that keeps me time traveling through the rest
Thinking about the time you and I intertwined a melody of two lovers floating by and when the sun shined on my face young and unafraid bold fearless and ready to fight my fears away
in this life that kept me doubting myself but as I continue remembering what keeps me strong within a power that exists this allows me to continue the living instinct and looking back
I can always be a
lion brave even when thinking of memories from when I was too helpless to think straight
In The Silence
In the silence I still hear its automatic noise that will never leave us
A noise that breaks the spell of quietness that could never exist
And the meaning of silence becomes a distraction of trying to hear what's not there
Even in the moment of meditation we still hear the voice draw the wind of a creaking old house and the lyrics of our soul taking its breath to sleep in a song
to a immortal melody of silent lies that tricks us it truly exists
Maybe somewhere So far deeply
Lost in the universe Light years
Could exist Somewhere were dreams take up
An archive
Of the a dreaming at the Infinite speed of light
The Fly
I hear a buzz buzzing it's way around me
I forget to enjoy its musical note that brings life to earth to fly with freedom
And as I try to open the door to let it out
It rejects the outdoor heat and lands on me to face the window to absorb a mild wave
Jumping on it's back to pull it into the grass
A short life I realized deserved another chance to enjoy the summer before winter comes to end a life of freedom meant
to fly and buzz around
Shapeshifter's
The movement relays in patterns of gathered archetypal frequency through the air waves of scattered saturation in a chromatic rhythm
Shaping the darkness from within a rejection of the
institutionalized standard
across an approach to revolutionize the creative mind
the emergence
The acid dreamer encapsulates a
twilight of synergy in
From within This same place
a peculiar exhibition of fiery stars orbiting a cycle of stars in rotation allow the rebirth
of the
soul's repercussion to these infinite
flames burning in a performance of heat
The vanguard pantomime becomes the discourse of suggested boundaries broken by the unpredictable symmetry
Of vivid interpretations from abstractions through a mirrored commotion of images exposing the action painted
A collapsing Costume of
in a moving mistaken event
In the series of Disruption
continuity
Becomes a galaxy of anthropomorphic shapes
Shaping
the contour of our
Brightest reflections
in a reverb of silhouettes
Hallow
through un- seen stems of light beaming sparkles in a cradle of windows
an angelic womb creates a life form
That one can see beyond the
mask of skin covering the gorgeousness
of nudity from a stoic
clown attempting to dramatically excite their exterior
on a staged black box falling from the thorns of missing prickly poison bouncing to cast a
A shadow
a curtain continuum
antics in a distraction of dance defect ambiguous choreography
the acid spiritual essence of social existence
of fairy tale color
A wandering Floor depicts a provocative
vision becomes a drawing
in the story's
absence where the naked curves of lyrical gesture exhale a
transendece Inhales the ghosts dream
from the deliberation of our imagination in the creative air inhaled by a
false awakening in unknown places where unknown persons and lost things translate the pioneers gift to us
without conforming to categories
Where poetic details become witnesses to observe the eye candy of art where the beholder of beauty thrives on imperfections
Meeting at the steps of extertrarestrial misbehavior express the humanoid body provoked by improvisation
a display of out of control dynamic
A chaotic craving curbs our appetite for entertainment
vibrance
spectacles
Eye candy Seculant
the amusement of stickiness to linger in opposite attraction to
our acquired taste
As It melts on our tongues and the lick of our teeth rots away the
ordinary flavor that brings us a boring regretful taste of death
acceptance of
recreation uncovers
a whimsical hidden dream world
found for all who can describe its echo
delayed absorption by the consciousness spectates the continuous
contortions
torching our eyes with a scolding hue of haunting romance dangling the unconscious mind with temptation
The ambiance of shapes plays an autistic sound from a vision of shape-shifters shaping a ball of light
In the desperation for our spectacular attention
a feature of innovative destruction
of social order
must complete
the mystery in a version of timelessness
In a forbidden sequence that engages us with observation to witness the transformation
outer layers from the human body escape
it's own self identity Lies in the
unorthodox obstructions
tunnels through this holy ghost within
Unleashes a miracle created from a beautiful energy of our unseen self revealing
electricity reflecting upon us radiating our surface
With a digitization of exploitation to disguise the computerized psychedelic
paradise
a simulation unravels the mystery to behold something where nothing can go wrong
In a design of color catharsis becoming the shadowed eraser
of erased repetition supersedes the cinematic
a paradox is left to be held by the audience's in hand a brush action paints the dream experimentation
outside the lines of a poetry book i imagine the shapeshifting illusion
of intangible
space painted in a moving presentation gifted to us
By The blind
the children ready to play a rejuvenation of youth
who can see
Stuck
I'm reaching for the light but doubt tangles my fingers in a weaving web with traps of predictability keeping me from painting the perfect picture from my illusive imagination
dreaming about a rainbow reflection seen through the artists looking glass
Intoxicated by adrenalin from near death that brings me
age everyday an extroverted violence cant resist the urge of design
It exhausts the composition aiming to see what's never been seen before
I'm here but gone away and its not at times
found in this
simulated reality struggling to understand the biting of my flesh
It tears into my hearts bleeding passion preventing to attempt the impossible that should be possible one day
I wait a few days and breath in the gas again
I become concocted by clouds of contrasting spells of imaginative entities taking control of my wondering mind
A new game
A new you a new me
who sees
an existence
bringing me here to play again A new day
A new me
for the sake of interpreting beauty's purpose for balance tricking us
But if you dig deep there lies a diamond of magnitude embracing the unexpected profound morbidity of pretty ugly
things
seen to behold a dreamers visions on a magical voyage to the other side
where nature's journey is the gift we must accept to simply be what exists appreciating the universe that is ours to be thankful for
A universe we
can create by
being alive and worthy of subjectivity
and the uniqueness
of life as the experience we were born to value by loving every moment of imperfect seconds
ticking away to what is true to us
to stay alive
In psychedelic dream worlds for eternity
Dreaming Of You
I see you in dreams and your face is known by the world to bring even joy to a soldier losing their last limb from the lack of freedom of their mind's to think like a child again so loving you back without judging you and embracing your abuse with a warming vessel of faith to leave you
a peace of their wounded soul is never missing
in their heart
Your fame means nothing to them accept the superficial
importance of the american dream that has them sadden by a competition of meaningless importance
to have the strength and will to kill and survive for man kind's protection and freedom that cant keep us free forever
Some will loose some will win
I'm Not A Girl Who Misses Much
I'm not a girl who misses much you can find me dancing
naked on the street I sing songs from the days where we all imagined peace and everyday is just another day of me
trapped in a woman's body
And inside of me is a sensitive soul I cannot see with out the colors of wild fire breaking car windows and flying high above a golden bed of peppermint saturation from rainbow colored flowers
I pretend to go underwater to smash my face on a tower and smear my makeup against a see through window to erase the lipstick covering the reflection of my soul on my face
So that I can break the rules and pretend women don't have to be perfect to be accepted by themselves
So that I can document life as a girl who doesn't miss much at all
With The
BA-HACK-ANANA Tattoo
The Girl
It was just another ordinary day of playing video games and starring at my mirror
looking past my face
Until my eye sees nothing anymore as they are
open incasing the calculated surface of what
the eye absorbs Beyond What i see
The rain falls as I look back to remember it all Just like this it was an edited mess
It hadn't exported bite yo teeth out on repeat
But eventually bananas hacked into computers and
the sound track was found there under a head dance of deconstructed mockumentary by a performance of mocking what's fake about the missing story
A magical sound of nothing I ever heard before put me in a trance I immediately saved it coming from somewhere secret meant to be heard by me Foxy Night Rocker
Years later
Sixteen different versions each time the body endurance became the extraterrestrial hypnosis of imaginary video
callers controlling me with half rotten bananas I spit it out
And drank it back up again
My youth was trapped in a cage of isolated beauty for all to see
Years later I stamped it permanently on my hand so that I could always be reminded I was a beautiful girl who didn't miss much
Part 2
Selected
Acid Dream Experimental Art Film
Poems
Sweet Acid Dreams
As I open my ghosts eyes as the acid dreamer I see lost rebels of the storm
through a spectrum from a glistening vision of digital rolling clouds
infusing the analogue dreams
ready to become the cotton candy colored
rainbow reflection of my eyes in an everlasting light
of singularity
in a black hole where the infinite
disappearance vanishes Us by sucking you into
an imaginary infinite space of dark matter
As we are holding our breath in the
missing air oxygen becomes the gravity
We breath instead
In the glistening hour of rapid dancing
nights immortality dances in the unseen
light at our core of impossibilities
and whats possible in their simulated existence
in an outside dimension unable to be seen in
our dimension of space
In a lyrical distortion of reality
the poetic
dream experiment
is born to encompass Our entity of life to be lived like a dream
for destiny
to take control over the dreamers fate
to live freely without
a secretive prediction leading them to disruptions
of creating the dream
Where uncertain things become the circle with no ending and the arbitrary order
of time escapes
Us when we rewind
Having the power to create the future
Our way and to question why God's will is to know our future
so
that the dreamer may truly dream sweet
acid dreams
The Acid
Dream Experiment
I take a dose to test the blue koolaide
and where it can fly me
ghostly twisted
as I observe the echoing
shadows of reflected illusion creating an
empty space
It speaks of a
Dream
A repetition of movement and replay of sound
Allow the world of
A woman to exuberant
her power through a psychedelic world of
dreaming and the dreamers perception
of creating their
by engaging the
posses a magical sensitivity sinking
deep with in one's
own dream in control
creative mind the dream can
search at the core for inner
From
self actualization
of universal Acid day dream
dream experiments
wisdom
in a dream state
metamorphosis of black magic acid
Into the real world into
media there to be
a mesmerizing illusion of what is not
actually there
but
as a cyber space
existence of intangible
witnessed by the acid dreamer ready to taste the test
A chromatic catharsis of abstractions warping
for the sake of altered experience
A mind expanding rebirth and self discovery seek out the truth of one's soul
its contained by a from of
intoxication by acid dreaming to dream up the unknown
Alice In Acid Land
Dear Alice why do you
remember nothing when
you awake she is stuck
in a dream of awaking in
another dream
Alice in acid wonderland
takes her on
a trip to a
hidden dream
world of imagination where she exists many
times in a
parallel universe Each Alice has a different
face in a place where many Alice's
exist like the dreamer
dreaming of
themselves
Wearing a different mask to
uncover her inner child
within that allows her
creative mind
to get lost in the adventure
On a road to meet
mystical creatures
where one pill
makes her larger
and one pill makes her small and
talking caterpillars leads
her to the queen of hearts
where a time travel allows
her to visit
a queen
A queen that brings
Alice to a kingdom where
she becomes
a princess
of acid
dreams
Acid
Day Dream Metamorphosis
As I begin to imagine
what the world would
be like without predictability
a
Rebirth
and without
perfection the obvious
day dream begins to
unravel a deeper
meaning of truth
from a metamorphosis
of acid gazing
world of psychedelia
gives us Anti-
A
art Art
film
unique stimulation
for
my mind to
continue in the practice of
releasing The dream from
the normality
of day
to day obligation
work and
It keeps me
distracted
up the universe
ordinary things
It covers
express the unknowable spirit within
so
meant to be dreamt
the need for the exploration
of my core My spirituality
drives my essence to
To create by impulse and intuition
dreams can continue to unearth a surprise of problematic things needed
to be resolved by the
creativity that
aims to control my destiny with
dreaming up Undreamt dreams
for the
existence
creation of my proof
of
Violet Acid Light
At nite or day when it's time to close my eyes so that my mind can lay lifted from
In Hibernation
my body
rested
blackness
Spirits enter The lucid void
I sink into a gazing curse
of pitch
searching for the violet Acid light
A creeping brightness blotches ever
my heart
Lifting off
pulsating from within
the mysterious
miracle of electricity beating away at the drum of
It opens
A dream-state
taking over my body and mind
Ever changing transformations of shapes as I see a peek of juggling
violet light
warping me into a suspension of belief
It invests in the unconscious gift of marvelous
At first afraid
images Chased by the magic
cycling after effects erase events
From my memory
day to day
precious moments
images forgotten Events
transformed vividly
remembered Meant to be explained
the way i dreamt it
exactly the same when i felt
the magic hit me by the spine It was a beam of
violet acid light
awakened again
Surrounding my sleep
ready and awaiting to be
to forget the chaos I cannot run
away from
Death
as memory creeps up on me while
I am between dead and
awake
for the first time opening
eyes
Again for the day another day
It comes
as no surprise
the violet
acid light returns for now
every time i do not die the next day
Luckily alive
Neon Acid Rainbow Space Killer Green age
What grows in the grass
Is splendor in the breath
of our lovely lung shaped
like a digital foliage green growth from
the rising earth
It helps me think of how nature is a gift to be
watered and quenched of thirst
To be fed the nutrients of the soul and its need to be transcended from our fake reality
Its so convincing we loose ourselves in
the game of life
The space killer hides in weeds of neon acid green uncovering the earth's surface with X-rays of the sun
liquid tastes like a
soaked up in between the ground of which Precious flowers
A medicine ritual
sacred worship Bathing in pedals Flowers the soul
A neon rainbow forms a push of color
unicorns dye the sky and
A smoke of burning
skittle sky
Like
a taste of the
rainbow glowing in
our eyes
the neon mirror maze reflection of electro visions
Becomes the paint at nite
creating visions of
Acid dreamers born
freely dream
In the space killer
land of acid dreams on a
Neon Acid Rainbow Space Killer
Green-age taking us
outside the matrix
Wave Shaping Black Magic Acid Bosnian Rainbows
The synchronized metric chaos moves in rhythm with the saturation of chromatika black magic acid Bosnian rainbow abstractions
I watch the growing snowball of black magic shape the escape into a contrasting exposure of glowing force cascading bodies
born to be reckoned with in its state of magical feedback
dark creases unfold a portal to hallucinations of an imaginary dream world opening a gate
the impossible world non existence to us exists here
this escape from human identity distorts the representation found
illuminations of hidden dream worlds let us tap into the unknown answers the world has yet to answer
Here a deeper connection to the visual non objectivity containing us is in a meditative state to examine our selves
where we cannot hide behind the story's expectations that control our predictions of where the dream shall take us
Staying true to the dreams natural acid essence to exist in the unexpected sequence of untimely images
twirling our mind into an unpredictable spell of rapture and unforgivable beauty
found in the good the bad and the ugly beautiful
wave shaping the black magic acid Bosnian rainbows to uncover the acid dreamers dreams