11/8/18 poem

[Thomas Wheat]

the morning dew upon the chrysanthemums espouses the way to your secret garden of trust.

菊花上的晨露支撐著通向你信任秘密花園的道路。

Júhuā shàng de chén lù zhīchēngzhe tōng xiàng nǐ xìnrèn mìmì huāyuán de dàolù.                                                                                                                                            the petals of the flowers are shaped like the tears of the god as he sees your breasts adorned before him, knowing he only wishes to drink nectar from them...

當他看到你的乳房裝飾在他面前時，花朵的花瓣形狀像神的眼淚，知道他只想從他們身上喝到花蜜......

Dāng tā kàn dào nǐ de rǔfáng zhuāngshì zài tā miànqián shí, huāduǒ de huābàn xíngzhuàng xiàng shén de yǎnlèi, zhīdào tā zhǐ xiǎng cóng tāmen shēnshang hē dào huāmì......

[Tom Jigme Wheat]

the wine carries our song as we romance the remains of the day, till twilight comes and i steal your memory of the virgin flower, leaving you only with "china white" and black pearls..rejoice for though iam afar our journey together has no end like the sun streaming through the horizon...till we meet again my jasmine blossom....
葡萄酒伴隨著我們的歌曲，因為我們浪漫的一天的遺體，直到黃昏來臨，我偷走你對處女花的記憶，留下你只有“中國白”和黑珍珠......雖然我在遠方一起旅行卻沒有喜悅 像太陽一樣流過地平線......直到我們再次見到我的茉莉花......
Pútáojiǔ bànsuízhe wǒmen de gēqǔ, yīnwèi wǒmen làngmàn de yītiān de yítǐ, zhídào huánghūn láilín, wǒ tōu zǒu nǐ duì chǔnǚ huā de jìyì, liú xià nǐ zhǐyǒu “zhōngguó bái” hé hēi zhēnzhū...... Suīrán wǒ zài yuǎnfāng yīqǐ lǚxíng què méiyǒu xǐyuè xiàng tàiyáng yīyàng liúguò dìpíngxiàn...... Zhídào wǒmen zàicì jiàn dào wǒ de mòlìhuā......

[Tom Jigme Wheat]

Desert Rose, growing in an oasis that time forgot, the silk road caravans bring the memory of your sweet smile, in the twilight of the now, we make a solemn vow to meet, the gossamer light strands of the moon sparkles in your merciful gaze, Oh queen of the desert Rose, oasis, can a weary traveler, quench his thirst beneath your merciful gaze, and taste your rose petal shaped lips, in an embrace of first love's kiss.

[Tom Jigme Wheat]

The Battle cry has sounded, my love marches on to war, the Phalanx is formed, as the infantry scatters the terrorist infidel, your lips are pursed, your brow furrowing, into a scowl, over witnessing the tyranny, of petty tyrants bent on restoring slavery and intolerance...Your cause is just, and you will survive to kiss the sky, just as the rays of the morning sun, herald the dawn campaign of your victorious march, my Valkryie.

[Tom Jigme Wheat]

Tis thee a Muse seeking to tempt my fancy

[Tom Jigme Wheat]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mescaline

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Mescaline (3,4,5-trimethoxyphenethylamine) is a naturally occurring psychedelic alkaloid of the phenethylamine class, known for its hallucinogenic effects comparable to those of LSD and psilocybin.

It occurs naturally in the peyote cactus (Lophophora williamsii),^[1] the San Pedro cactus (Echinopsis pachanoi),^[2] the Peruvian torch (Echinopsis peruviana),^[3] and other members of the Cactaceae plant family. It is also found in small amounts in certain members of the Fabaceae (bean) family, including Acacia berlandieri.^[4]

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[Tom Jigme Wheat]

woo me with your siren song...

[Tom Jigme Wheat]

The pleasure is all mine, did you spin your gold flaxen hair into gold, that shines bright with the radiance of the morning dew?

[Tom Jigme Wheat]

is the warm spring of your heart, emit a cold trickle, of mystery?

[Tom Jigme Wheat]

Love is a rose by any other name, does it not smell the same?

[Tom Jigme Wheat]

Another year passes,

you have differentiated yourself from the masses,

Conformity is corrosive to your free spirit,

You follow your heart with merit,

The seance of the future brings creativity in the present moment, As each age passes into history,

You are free to make your own mystery.

[Tom Jigme Wheat]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y85I9UaZdOw&list=RDY85I9UaZdOw&start_radio=1