I always go to too far,cos its the only place I know,
I can be among the beings,that make too far their home,
I have tried to find other places than too far to see,
But it is always back to too far,I go eventually.

I really can't remember the day that I lost faith,
Of the planetary oneness of the human race,
All the killing over gods,
All the division and wrongs thereof,
The revolting cruelty that some humans do,
Perverted rotten and nasty through and through,
I felt I could never be too far away,
From all the bolloks,never get too far away.

I got a horse named Steve and we set off on the track to too far,
We nibbled cacti and went too far together,for kicks,
I understood horse and we plotted the most likely course,
And we planned to go to too far forever.

The next day on the road,a colorado river toad,
Was trying to tell us something we couldn't quite hear,
So we both bent down as she brushed by our ears,
She sang,please take me to too far with you,
Steve said neigh,which translated from horse means yay,
Which is a solid yes with ears pricked forward,
He bonded with the toad as we went along the road,
And we sang songs of going too far together.

She could only sing,it was enrapturing,
Steve and I would just listen as she unfolded the vision,
And showed us the shapes of sound,
She sang songs of wisdom handed down toad to toad,
She sang songs of love for her lost friends on the road,
She sang in such a way that made you see goodness again,
She sang,beauty,love and light,
beauty,love and light,in a voice of pure sweetness spiced with all that is good,
She sang beauty,love and light,beauty,love and light,
Guide me home to too far tonight,as we shot off in a trail blazing white.

We saw magick in the mountains as the peyote cheered us on,
They sang,welcome back our toad queen,you have been away too long,
She sang,I needed to find my love,
I could feel him on the road,
I was shocked to see my soulmate was a horse because I'm a toad,
She addressed her audience of nature and she sang,
We are all connected,who am I to reason why,
When I gaze upon my love,his beauty fills my eyes,
My heart,my soul my everything it touches on the way,
Was transformed by the magick when I saw Steve that day.
Steve said Yay with ears pricked forward,
Proclaiming his love with a dance,
His magick caused a glowing that shimmered as he pranced.

Then we held the stars,and we rejoiced for hours,
Enjoying our time in too far to the last,
I tried not to think of leaving,
But I left the following evening,
Because I can't live on grass or ants,
Leaving Steve and the toad queen together,
But I'll be back in too far given half a chance.

Their love formed a river that meanders in my mind,
A portal back to too far,when I need to see my kind,
Guided by a cacti,singing to turn the key,
Where I can just see beauty and the light resides in me,
We sing beauty,love and light,
Beauty love and light,take us back to too far tonight.

If thats a hug,back at ya.Beauty,love and light.

Hello Poison Trumpet ...

I went to too far once...Someone gave me a little red pill and poured me a glass of sherry...
Then the orchestra played, such sweet violins!! and a man ran away with my cherry....

Thank you for a delectable read!...

Cheers Leigh,

Too far is the only journey worth taking for a sensation lover.As for the poison trumpet,there is more to Lady datura as there is with Lady Leigh. It was used to contact the dead.But I have to add that this is a romantic view. The delusional state causes hallucinations so real that they cannot be distinguished from reality.Like full blown schizophrenia.Taste,smell,touch is as real an experience as reality would allow.If I wanted to see a treasured love departed from this world,it would enable me to have one night as real as if they were back if the subconscience allowed it and wanted it.Going too far for sure but some people are worth going too far for.Around 25% of people have a toxic and difficult experience that can damage them forever. I am fortunately not one of them,so if I wanted one more time in their arms and breathing in their scent,that rare treasure is open to me.A dangerous siren,but beautiful.Fortunately i am not mourning.Peace and love

Brug, I understood this poem right away. There are many folks that either need a dose of peyote or datura to pick up on it. A hit or two of acid might do the trick.