Wisp letters into a perfect batter
Imagine dreams sculpted of words
Nest every word out of magic
Devour letters like birthday cake
Open every book just to touch pages full of words
Windows are gateways through wordless time
Whether or not words make sense
Outside thought tickets enlightenment
Read one word or two, frontwards or back; just
Do not close your eyes while trying all that
Send words where they may find a peaceful home in creative justice.
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6/26/2017
Lyrics and poetry are all that I have
Too fast to understand, and too hard to grab
Music and notes has always been my 2nd best
To calm my soul and drown out all the rest
Shelter and home with food on my plate
Seems almost too hard for me to wait
Lonely and lost I walk this never ending journey
'Til I end up dead or in a gurney
Outrun by the evil hands of time
For frantic searching of something I can't find
Lost with a pen, imagination, and a pad
Most of my writing, average people can't grab
Because I write for myself deep in my heart
I can't figure out where I am from end to the start
Backwards and frontwards I run in circles with time
Struggling desperately for something I can't seem to find
Although I know what it is I'm looking for
I'm running in the dark searching for success door
Time is borrowed and oh so hollow
But I sit by myself and drown in my sorrow...
Bees are busy
Flying 'round and 'round
Backwards, frontwards
Upside down
They make our honey
High in a tree
Oh how I wish to
Be a bee
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