You can take me far away
Where the sun and moon meet
Where the sound of the river echoes
In the valley beneath
You can take me to a place
Where the stars don't just collide
They fill the air with a shining light
And are dancing till sunlight
You can take me to the road
That winds to eternity
When each stone has a story to tell
But everyone is asleep
You can show me rings of smoke
As I breathe in mystery
They play dirty tricks with my mind
And don't leave me till my dreams
You can fill my soul with tunes
With notes that sing me
Resounding in that quiet space
Till the last rest is complete
You're a dreamer today
And a traveler tomorrow
Paving the road
You intended to follow
You may have to look down to the world below
But it ain't home
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Rebellion
Even between the breathless rocks
The survival of weed is in flocks
Their undying voice to be heard
Through the myriad reasons to silence their word
Their undying will to exist
Though evolution and stagnation persists
Their roots deepen in sunlight
And the plot thickens through starlight
The survival of weed is in flocks
Their undying voice to be heard
Through the myriad reasons to silence their word
Their undying will to exist
Though evolution and stagnation persists
Their roots deepen in sunlight
And the plot thickens through starlight
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Black and Yellow Cat Crossing
You there, in your khakhi fit
Rusty old windows, and dirty tricks
Madman crossing, loonies beware
He'll mow you down while combing his hair
Beetle leaf blues, And redneck hues
The sole of his feet are lightening infused
Dont get in his hair, get over his stare
Rest your back on his half springed chair
On a hundred and ten on a broken road
Sweet meat shops you've never seen before
Sachin should retire
And the congress should come clean
He's got all the answers
And you cant intervene
Rickety doors, and chattering screws
If you listen hard enough
You'll (want to) hear a tune
Plaster a grin, and order a wheelchair
Black and yellow cat crossing
Onlookers beware
Rusty old windows, and dirty tricks
Madman crossing, loonies beware
He'll mow you down while combing his hair
Beetle leaf blues, And redneck hues
The sole of his feet are lightening infused
Dont get in his hair, get over his stare
Rest your back on his half springed chair
On a hundred and ten on a broken road
Sweet meat shops you've never seen before
Sachin should retire
And the congress should come clean
He's got all the answers
And you cant intervene
Rickety doors, and chattering screws
If you listen hard enough
You'll (want to) hear a tune
Plaster a grin, and order a wheelchair
Black and yellow cat crossing
Onlookers beware
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