Amsterdam Nights

Poem By Kaspa Richards

Sitting in bed so silent n still
Flying on this weed and valium pill
I’ve been so tired lately
Its f****** unreal
Like a gluttonous soul without a meal
I grab hold of life seems
And gently peel
Lifting the veil on all that’s real
If I was on shrooms
I would’ve crossed the seal
And stepped into the universe
To see the colours that heals

Florescent pinks and shiny emerald green
Are all the colours that where shown to me
Like these colourfull stars where caught in a net
With me at its centre with no need to fret
Comforting me the colours gleamed
Reality is that paradise dream
Only saw the part I was worthy to see
Back in sin city I wanted to flee
Amsterdam showed her love to me
And open my eyes to true reality
And in one puff of smoke
She span the earth slowly
Allowing me to be at one with me

Comments about Amsterdam Nights

I really like your poems!
THE PLACE OF WHICH I SHALL RETURN THE SURREAL REALITY OF THE TRUE WHAT IS REALITY WHAT SEE NOW OR WHAT WE CHOOSE TO SEE/BE, BUT SURREAL REALS IN THE REAL AN ALLOWS THE WORLD A PERFECT VIEW OH SWEET AMSTERDAM THE LAST BASTION OF FREEDOM OF THE MIND LONG LIVE THE DAM +10


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