Soul Trips

fingertips typing and soul trips a beautiful crow on crescent stem sits a hot cup of wisdom from it he sips a golden leaf pray to never leave a womb of stories and a burden to conceive a digital nomad from face to face he made a book some search for how to look, some love how they look king of sand seal your metaphor in silicone Valley they can't stand the allure tesla ate the bait a wireless prophet ripped for profit the mummy laughed, what's a radioactive civilization with empty tummy the capitalist and the commy, I know your hermaphrodite mommy have you seen black eyed sunny a brother with no brother or sister, nothing but a soul blister a husband with no wife, oh what a life a father with no children, like the moon to buzz aldrin a lover who went undercover and that's the nature of the pilgrim seven billion suns yet we see only one wolf howling from sadness and love madness from the carnivorous to the pathetic nose pierced punk even when submarine, you could be sunk the rock bottom and lessons in stock the driest of cores lies in the most submerged rock I guess that's why sobriety must be dry there's a lie in every truth, there's a truth in every matters of the perfect alibi and the tree still stands and the root still expands Tamer Hossam