Two of us on a sixties hippie trip
to see if our gears would slip or mesh
innocent but wary yet wide-eyed
to the Imperial city of Marrakech
she perfumed with patchouli
me I traveled totally tie-dyed
all around was peace and love
we teamed to a tee and seemed
a fit the perfect hand in glove
but not long later it was deemed
as it was commonplace to see
in the medina not strapped for cash
kif from the Rif sellers
in the souk smoking hash
the country lacked law and order
no sooner said than escorted
back to Ceuta across the border
funny now in retrospect but not then
how when we blew out on the Sirocco
tho' we hadn't gone so far as the kasbah or bazaar
were deported without ceremony from Morocco
The Necktie
He woke up fully dressed, minus his tie, in the lumpy bed
of a third-rate hotel, which had a fridge beside the TV
The last semi-civilized place, one up from sleeping rough
The room reeked of depravity, and a dusty curtain
protecting the inhabitants from the cruel world outside
The news was about a woman who strngled with a tie
He sat up, and he had lost his tie
The tie was green with black dots on it, should he ring
the TV station and ask what color the tie is?
Or should he remorsefully and fearfully sober confess
to a murder he could not remember having committed
The fridge rumbled, he got up, opened it, in the hope of
finding a cold beer; there, wrapped around a bottle
whisky, a red necktie
She met a boy who was a bit selfish and egoistic;
A boy, who was very silent
A boy, who hesitated to speak.
The appearance of this boy made her life to bring over a new era:
He made her to feel secure;
He gave the comfort zone like no one else.
He is ray of light in her cold boundary.
He tolerates her, with the same patience
that the motherland shows it's people;
He whispered words that calmed her fears;
And wiped away her sorrowful tears;
He made her laugh, he made her cry,
He made her suffer but
She never wanted to leave him.
With him, She was always a better version of herself!
soul tie soul tie, that 7 letter word, a blessing sent from heaven, something so heard, invisibly listened to, individuals secretly put as 2, a soul tie makes one, one soul and one heart, a soul love another even when the souls are apart, until death finishes time, until the soul tie unwinds, but your souls are tied, and the tears you cried, because the relationship felt tangled, but with a soul tie it’s all handled, it’s only tangled because of the distance, you hold on to the tie, because everyday you miss it, when your not with your other half, one thing doesn’t sound the same and it’s your laugh, as you watch from afar, you realise the person you are, you can’t laugh the same, and no one is to blame, your heart behind your body, is connected to somebody else, I’ve experienced that for myself, I was never told, it was just there to hold, hold onto so tight, to think about it at night, and as the soul tie crossed my mind, you did too, because I wouldn’t want to experience a soul tie with anyone but you,
When the tie dyes break out.
I try not to shout.
T-shirts, all my size.
How they turn out is a surprise.
Out in the yard.
Making a mess isn’t hard.
All sorts of splatter.
Patterns and colors that matter.
In the washing machine.
Awaits a treasure to be seen.
With hands still stained.
Fun patterns causing my eyes to be strained.
The brightness came out well.
Trying it on is swell.
The tie dye is all used.
But money in my account is ready to be abused.
To start the process again.
I will make shirts as gifts so we all win!
But you loved me for the girl i was
Not the girl i am nor the girl i was becoming
Not loving me with my flaws
But loving me for my flaws
So together you can tie me down
You wrapped me in your poisonous arms
And whispered sweet nothings in my ears
You suffocated me with your toxic charm
And made me believe it was love that i feared
You loved me for my brokenness
For the shards of my shattered dreams
You loved me for my vulnerability
For the weaknesses that made me scream
You loved me for my dependence on you
For the way i couldn't breathe without you
You loved me for my loss of identity
For the way i lost myself in you
But I'm breaking from your toxic grasp
I'm learning to love myself,to heal, to mend
I'm finding my voice, my strength, my way
And I'm leaving you and your toxic love to decay
Your love was a prison, a chain that bound
But I'm shattering the shackles,I'm spreading my wings
I'm flying awag from your toxic embrace
And I'm finding my own way , my own pace
,,Another day, another luck",
I said to my dad with swollen water my eyes sucked,
,,Another day, another fun",
He countered with a gentle smile,
without rushing anything.
,, sh7t dad"
,,Don't say sh..
Always say: ,,What a pity"
Even though his sentence was short, he once said:
,,You see.
I am sorry that you guys need to live on to your teenage years depressing.
We lived in a poor country, in the past there were all silly dudes you know from school, cousins, teachers as your bestfriend and grandma and grandpa.
Always all together.
The better or rich life how you guys call it is saddend.
When we were young?
I and my friends set tires on fire."
,,What? And the police?"
,,Police? They didn't came in one minute.
We ran away like mice.
We were young and had alot of strength within us.
Or the amount of money we stolen from playing with tying up the laces through the Bags and slowly pulling them our way.
We waited till they tried to chase.
You guys now call it criminal.
We called it playing with dumb."
I have been called a hippy dippy;
Transient, I travel when I can,
to me mellow flow is so groovy;
Traveling from city to city,
that flower child who lives in a van;
I have been called a hippy dippy;
My spirit’s always been a gypsy;
With a tie dyed hand sign it began,
to me mellow flow is so groovy;
Cliche’ but I’m known to hug a tree,
nature is my hallucinogen;
I have been called a hippy dippy;
On the water I drift dreamily
aboard a laid back catamaran,
to me mellow flow is so groovy;
So chill unrefined far out at sea;
Ya dig? I’m all about peace man;
I have been called a hippy dippy,
to me mellow flow is so groovy.
Want’s sparks will die
Yearning faintly unbinding the tie
Souls united goodbye
let’s tie on an owl said the buzzed professor at the bar
I did not know what he meant, but pretended I did.
there is one outside, under the moon, next to Venus star
I followed him out for I was an inebriated easily-led kid.
the owl was perched on a tree with a pencil carved limb.
he watched carefully as the professor tied a striped tie on him
will he keep it on? I asked, noticing my arms were still slim.
don’t know but we did it, so let’s celebrate said my new pal Jim.
In my heart a seed was planted
A sowing with just what I need
To love with the volume of oceans
All contained in that one little seed
It lodged there that day in the summer
When she sat next to me with her friend
And from the moment she went home that evening
My heart hence has pined without end
I stood on my deck until midnight
She wouldn't depart from my mind
And then from that day going forward
A reason to see her I'd find
At first she knew not of my feelings
In time though her instincts perceived
An inkling perhaps that I liked her
Then at some point that idea conceived
'Til the day when I told her what happened
My dream of her with me in France
I thought I was destined for exile
Confessing my dream of romance
Yet she neither condemned nor despised me
It was almost like she understood
And now we've grown close to each other
I knew with no doubt that I could
I’ll never understand it
When an invitation states
“Black tie.” Who cares what’s worn
When everybody celebrates?
If guests must follow certain rules
About the way to dress,
It’s taking out excitement
And replacing it with stress.
Of course, a bride and groom must have
Their vision for their day
And over certain choices
Their decisions should hold sway.
But there should be some trust
In what their friends and families wear.
For a perfect wedding, no one needs
A “black tie” type affair.
Always keep my vans tied
So don't ever say I'm tripping
Not even when I'm falling or diving off the board of depression
I'm bored of always hanging around my own thoughts having conversations with me, myself, and I
I need counseling but can't afford it
Everybody has a dark side
Most are just too dark to admit it
One day I might say goodbye without a warning
Life has become so boring when all you do is lay in bed, so you don't take your own life
Low cut vans and high-top expectations I can't live up to
Questioning myself, is this really you
Questioning myself, what are you going to do
Telling myself you have to choose
Vans always tied but someone must have untied them or tied them together because it's hard to walk toward my destiny
Depression is weighing me down so much I can't feel a thing
Depression weighing me down I'm paralyzed in bed
Falling asleep to the lies
Looking for the truth
Vans always tied
Which ones will you wear today
p.s. you choose...
Scars
They’re all I have
Like a third-degree burn to the soul
Visible on the outside
But worse, deep within
My scars they have a story
One I’ll be able to tell
When my healing begins
Swirls of tie dye sky
our world drenched in the colors
of forgotten peace.
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