Your thunder sang me a love song
I’m left in a state of repose;
With a smile left haunting my face
fleeting peace I beg you to stay;
Lightning strikes and I sing along
natural energy just flows;
One in a million storm to chase
my heart mended with disarray;
Watching you from my hiding place
I feel your rain my soul at play.
Soul Power
That's what we need
A smell of flowers
Love's the air we breathe
A Natural Being
As a river flows
Down the stream
Into the sea we go
A Soul Heart
That laughs and cries
One that bleeds
Yet for love survives
A Sun Smile
Shining thru your eyes
A new beginning
Beyond this earth and sky
A Soul YOU
Perfect in every way
From a caterpillar
To a butterfly someday
A Soul ME
With natural energy
To dance and play
I need Soul Power today
The clock's hear beats upon my tired eardrums,
stabbing my emotional and physical brain.
Soon my human feet flatten the silent carpet,
while the glass windows are washed with rain.
Weariness turns my eyes a bloody red,
dragging my tired body through another long day.
My unpainted mask reflects fake smiles,
as I fall prey to routine's dull sway.
Daily tasks drain my natural energy,
swallowing my excitement for life's party.
My body remains submerged in daily sand,
while life's spiced joys seem destined to be tardy.
The understanding of natural energy
and how one change vibrates,
echoing through time and space
in transferences of power, but--
do you dare disturb the universe?
Television is such a bore.
If anything that kills brain cells
The TV is the number one
Cause of permanent brain damage.
Between the ridiculously
Lengthy commercials, reruns and
The misnomer: “situation
Comedy” with its canned laughter,
A viewers IQ can drop five
Points, perhaps more after sixty
Minutes of exposure, truly!
We have all become a nation
Of clones: It tells us what to buy,
What’s best to view and when to laugh.
Do you feel rundown?
“I love Lucy” sponsored by
“Natural Energy.”
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