I raised my hand again
Though windy it made wine
Our pain transformed
Intelligence in acrobatic form
Holds the secrets
The false alarms
Where animal friends come
I don't speak squiril
Free the humans now.
We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
File Apart.
I raised my hand again
Though windy it made wine
Our pain transformed
Intelligence in acrobatic form
Holds the secrets
The false alarms
Where animal friends come
I don't speak squiril
Free the humans now.
SLOW DANCE
LONG LIVE
LONG LIVE THE FUTURE
GIVE THE FUTURE DARLING LOVE
LOAFS OF YUMMY BREAD
ALL THE DOVES PRAY IN MAY
TAKING NOTHING
SPARROWS CHASE THEM OFF
NEST GROW HUGE
BIG EYES SPY
I SPY SOMETHING GOOD
AND YOU KNOW
IT S UNDERSTOOD
PRESSING FOR NOTHING
BURNING SOFTLY
AND
LONGING SOFTLY
IN THE LOFT
WITH THE LIGHTS
SHINING.
LONG LIVE THE FUTURE
GIVE THE FUTURE DARLING LOVE
LOAFS OF YUMMY BREAD
ALL THE DOVES PRAY IN MAY
TAKING NOTHING
SPARROWS CHASE THEM OFF
NEST GROW HUGE
BIG EYES SPY
I SPY SOMETHING GOOD
AND YOU KNOW
IT S UNDERSTOOD
PRESSING FOR NOTHING
BURNING SOFTLY
AND
LONGING SOFTLY
IN THE LOFT
WITH THE LIGHTS
SHINING.
I follow the dots
The city spots
They move like a snake
As somethings are found
Hidden as if in dreams
As if a story unfolds
And it is not yearning
But a slice of me
Shining like a star
And there is life
Since I know what it is
To give in
To the city lights
Where the circus dreams
Of blue waters.
They move like a snake
As somethings are found
Hidden as if in dreams
As if a story unfolds
And it is not yearning
But a slice of me
Shining like a star
And there is life
Since I know what it is
To give in
To the city lights
Where the circus dreams
Of blue waters.
Not the time.
It was 11:30 on a wednesday
The throngs of crowds began
Their movements
Like red ants
Pacing impatiently
In an energetic loneliness
There lungs strapped around their hearts
Muscles straitening after a great limping
In a schizo like march
The masses made their way to lunch.
The throngs of crowds began
Their movements
Like red ants
Pacing impatiently
In an energetic loneliness
There lungs strapped around their hearts
Muscles straitening after a great limping
In a schizo like march
The masses made their way to lunch.
Good to be me.
I followed her maze
Always pointing to her
Jabbing at me
And finally bringing me back
Back to myself
My friend.
Always pointing to her
Jabbing at me
And finally bringing me back
Back to myself
My friend.
Touching the moon.
It rests on easy street
Flowers come out in spring
The pain is gone
Long live the positive
Long live LOVE
As the stalks grow triumphantly
A smooth stream
All is good
All is well
On easy street
Where the white flowers grow
And lights fly from above
Angel of space.
Flowers come out in spring
The pain is gone
Long live the positive
Long live LOVE
As the stalks grow triumphantly
A smooth stream
All is good
All is well
On easy street
Where the white flowers grow
And lights fly from above
Angel of space.
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