Wednesday, January 8, 2020

DMT. By John Patrick Robbins

Coming through the fog and being shot into space is the only way to describe it.
There is no pain or true sense of being .

No arguments,  it is the void of emptiness with a view of the cosmos I cannot describe .

It isn't life but it truly is the void beyond we fear known as death.

No Gods only a sense of existence that you are a spec on this plane .
There are particles and no people.

It was fifteen minutes of freedom I will dearly miss and experience only when my last breath is  expelled from my lungs.

The door is there but not all are ready to see.

I found peace far from everything I have ever known .

The bliss is in the understanding.

You will understand everything , the question is do you truly care to see behind the curtain.

Take all things into consideration and enjoy your trip .






John Patrick Robbins is the editor in chief of the Rye Whiskey Review , Under The Bleachers and
Drinkers Only .

His work has been published here at the Dopefiend Daily , Ariel Chart,  Punk Noir Magazine,  The San Pedro River Review , The San Antonio Review,  Oddball Magazine , As It Ought To Be Magazine and Piker Press.

He is also the author of Sex Drugs & Poetry  from Whiskey City Press , and Once Upon A Nervous Breakdown  from Soma Publishing .

His work is always unfiltered.

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