Amanita Lloydii

Poetry

"Licked"

A poem by Amanita Lloydii

How many mushrooms does it take to get to the center of this Tootsie Pop?

To the center of my being? To the center of consciousness? 

Will I be able to take a breath so deep that I'll never take another? 

Or let out a sigh That Never Ends? 

A breath of Eternal depth. 

6 ft closer to the Core. 

To the Gods. 

One more body nearer Nirvana. 

Maybe next time. 

Spin the wheel.

Samsara reels Through Time.

Clicking off years.

And lives. 

And suffering.

Years of lives of suffering. Another body.

Another rung on the ladder. Another Stitch. 

An Invisible Thread in a great tapestry. 

Or,

Just another stitch in the side of God. 

Another life.

Another layer.

Another lick. 

How many more licks?

what flavor next?

and then? 

What happens when you keep on licking? 

Or getting licked? 

You get to the real Center. things start to Echo and glitch.

Where did the wrapper go? Now that all that Sweet Sticky being is gone? What's left but this empty gross stick,

and the wrapper it came in? Was each lick a life? 

Is this that last little hard piece that gets bitten off and crunched up at the end? 

Dissolved.

Vanished.

Molecules entering the flow again.

Diamonds in the Stream.

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"Darkness"

A poem By Amanita Lloydii

I prefer the darkness to the light. 

The light is fleeting and false. 

It makes you believe in things that can never be. 

It is a fantasy. 

An illusion. 

A lie. 

Darkness is the truth. Steady and constant. 

A reality. 

When the false light Fades, there is Darkness. 

Sweet, 

gentle, 

honest 

Darkness. 

Darkness casts no Illusions. It is real. 

It will always be. 

Eternal. 

The one and only forever. Darkness. 

In the end, 

all things come to Darkness. 

All begins in darkness. 

All ends in Darkness. Darkness, 

Mother, 

Caress Me.