Your heat scorches my heart
Your eyes singe my soul
I'm a willing, wanton, slave,
Free me now, or make me whole.
Bound in blessed bondage,
Brand me with brands of fire.
Dancing flames of passion,
Fans my tepid heart's desire
Driving across country give me that soul,
all the stars and stripes of freedom;
Rock n’ roll and a grill filled with charcoal,
so sweet American hum drum;
From mountains to sea to flatland country
we can explore what we want to;
Maples back up a palm tree symphony
the song of the red, white, and blue;
There is nothing about me you can tame,
you can try but you’ll always miss;
I will not forget I can change the game,
I was brought up on that promise;
Turn up the volume on the radio,
anywhere you want is where you can go.
Tangerine topics turn up in magnificent minds of Manganese
Enhancing the mind of she who is the most easily at ease
Imagining new possibilities is something that we promptly seize
Enjoyable to watch her think in the citrus tropic windy breeze.
God is the author I am The scholar with His book of rhymes in Psalms
Seen by many reaching for his arms this poetry of alms through sound
With eyes watching and minds learning sitting in awe while peering.
Cast not your thought’s into empty space but upon his book of grace
Traveling not down this dead end road on life's one way streets to nowhere
Be not deceived by silver or gold mankind's precious rocks and stones
For they shall stay after you pass away leaving nothing but man’s bones
After is the end of all life, before is the beginning of life that he created
As he spoke this world into existence he shall also silence mankind
Be not deceived by the death of man, reach out to the soul that lives on
Become a scholar offering to others what has been promised to all
Your silence comes after death but your voice can be heard through life
You are the Authors speaker speaking these sounds that they may be heard
Sing loud these words of Psalms from his poetry written down
This great creator of all words with harmony and grace though his word
God is the greatest poet of poetry with his sounds placed into Psalms
Song has the beat,
I can feel on my feet,
Girl lets meet,
Lets turn up the heat.
Don't be scared girl,
Have a seat.
Dam you are so beautiful,
I'll compliment you via tweet.
I'm not a man who cheats,
Rest assured you will never be deceit.
Thinking about you and me,
Feeling it to be great.
We are incomplete,
Lets get complete.
My heart loves you,
Check my heartbeat.
Lets make memories,
We shall make couple of elite.
You and me together,
At our home sweet.
Song has the beat,
I can feel on my feet,
Girl lets meet,
Lets turn up the heat.
The door has been closed for 36 hours.
People strewn around the room like broken dolls
I keep nodding off and coming back
Not knowing what or which is real
The air is heavy with smoke
The opium rolls like a gray wave
Someone is slapping their arm in the corner
A fix is about to be made.
Spoons and syringes lie around like a war zone
But everyone is dying here
No one can be saved
It only takes time to kill them
Bodies ravaged by addiction
Minds that know too much truth
Slip pass the guardian at the doorway
His cross is merely a sign
For self incrimination and disease
Left here for the slowly declining
We're so damn high we can’t see the bottom
Upon which we lay
By the way turn up Bob Dylan
I think I have found my way
Sometimes a unwanted sound
Known to bounce all around
It goes up and down
Is it pollution?
Earphones or earplugs is the solution
It volumes can be controlled on the radio or television
Played on loudspeakers gives it an longer extension
It can block, distort, change or interfere with the meaning of a message in both human and
electronic communication
In a broader sense it still is considered to be information
It can be heard on a short-wave loud or low
Like light and water it has a continuous flow
Noise is also used in the creation of 2D and 3D images
In any electronic circuit, there exist random variations in currents or voltages