And so the Birdman flew
Is this what his dreams were all about?
Is this how his absurd high really felt?
And as he flew into colors of red and blue
His inner ego grew and grew.
And so the Birdman flew
Yet no one looked skyward to appreciate
He’d merely licked the surface he desired.
Kissing the sky, his wings outstretched like a cry for help
Could he have ever dreamt he could fall so fast?
Did he ever dream at all?
And so the Birdman soared into reality
His wings tired, his eyes sore
His mind vivid with the new horizons he’d reached
The new idea’s he’d provoked.
And so the Birdman flew
Into colors bold and new.
Inventor of a new race
Portraits hung; the painted face.
And so the Birdman flew
And from above he saw
Creations he’d made – lurid, sordid, and defiant of the mould.
Alas the Birdman flew
Was this his highest point?
Could he not soar higher?
Could he not touch heaven?
Could he die?
Could the Birdman really fly?
Author notes
Contrary to popular belief, this is not actually about the use of L.S.D. It's actually about someone getting so self absorbed that they lose sight of all that means anything around them. I left it open to interpretation and titled it L.S.D. because I saw that a lot of people read it as a drug prose! Either way I don't mind - however you perceive it, so long as you can find something in it to relate to.
Written December 18th, 1991
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Alas the Birdman flew.
I think thats my favorite line of all.
very nice read. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
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This poem was AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i mean i really enjoyed it. I can see how it could be thought of as a drug poem but i can also see all the meaning that you have put throughout it. Well done. I loved how you used the Birdman as his name. Keep doing what you do.
later days
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Very Sad But True
WOW this is very sad but so true, You have great talent and your style is amazing, I so hope to read more from you and thank you for sharing this with my family and I. Keep up the fine writes. -
If i had not read the title i don't see it as being drug related really. I saw Birdman as the selfsentered, selfabsored prick. I really enjoyed this. You should publish some things. I fyou haven't already. much love & keep writing,
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Perfect
I really enjoyed this, I figured it could not be about LSD when I read the part about the swollen ego...LSD tends to dissipate the ego...
Anyhow what a wonderful way you have expressed your frustration with the self-absorbed...
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verywellwritten
Very interesting write. It is sad that some people are so self-absorbed. I think you chose a unique way to tell this story.
etherealforu
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Sublime
wow!! This is a powerful poem, I nearly 'tripped'. Great stuff! Love the idea of consciousness, almost fading in and out of reality. Beautifully written. -
I give it a 7.9
I can fly...at least on that stuff anyways! i love the psychadelics and you seem to have captured it well. -
Good job I thought it was different and interesting keep up the good work
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People can get so stuck on themselves that they know nothing what is really going on with anything around them. They just don't care. Well written.
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Great
it was very different ..i didnt really understand why the title is lsd..i couldnt really see anything trippin.i thought it was more like finding yourself or something along those lines , but at the same time it was crazy.
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Somehow disturbing...
There is so much to enjoy about this poem: the slow take off, the increasingly frantic sense of urgency until the zenith - "lurid, sordid, and defiant of the mould" and then the slow glide. I find I'm having to use flying adjectives - the poem is that powerful and, despite your authour's notes, has a strange mystery that makes it complete in itself.
The layout was interesting - different from your home page - lol! - almost like wingbeats...
And a very subtle twist at the end..."Could the Birdman really fly?" Makes the reader think "Well, could he?" and then read the poem again to see if they've missed the answer! Clever!
Fine poem,
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I'm glad you asked me to read this... Your poem almost made me cry, and reminds me a lot of my mom (the person in all of my addiction/drug related poems). It's really awesome to read someone else's poem and to know that it's like not just me who has to deal with stuff like that. I have two other poems that are about it one called "You Don't Use Drugs" and one called "Hole in My Wall"... Feel free to check them out if you like, and I'll check out a couple more of yours...
-Amanda -
You bring insight to the world of drug abuse with this and what seemingly is real under the influence. Interesting to say the least, and written in a form that is storylike. I like it.
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Nice, I always love a good trip.
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Fun poem! Very interesting! Good luck and thanks for entering!
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Ahh...Birdman. One can indeed fly but not on lsd. It is but a window to which lies within the Human Being. One needs to actually Enter If one intends to fly in that eternal and infinite space within.
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ooo, very interesting, i liked it
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