The vapors fill my lungs my tubes, cut; harass me, like the patterns on the floor.
Coloured coils that weave the coiled cord that strings together; tie his values and his legacy ~ a genius descending his coordination; losing his purpose; his time.
My ******, my sweet ******, my lady likes to walk with me, but she an’t free; my lady likes to walk with me, hand in hand.

People barren fruit so lost abused and misused the lie denies me; uncoordinated me the passers by the public, bathed in boredom weaving comfortably the flame; the final flame well the flame that could be final; that flame that could be final!
My lady likes to walk with me, but she an’t free, my lady likes to walk with me, hand in hand.

Meet me at the place where the sunrise and sunset are joined by the prettiest clouds.

A tranquil place where times stood still for more than one eternity.

Stretch out your limbs with Lotus hands and play the spoons for me.

Breath out your life, then breath it in expanding endlessly.

The mother of creation, the atomic act, the divine self, a metaphor for hunger.

A life filled with space gaps, dust, prophecies and jars.

A universal love that's born of dreams and fallen stars!

The proprio-ceptive tools that launched the ships to voyage within ourselves.

To seek out that illusive and wilful spark within our hearts and souls.

Stretch out your limbs with Lotus hands and play the spoons for me.

In that tranquil place where times stood still for more than one eternity.

Meet me at the place where the sunrise and sunset are joined by the prettiest clouds.

Stretch out your limbs with Lotus hands and play the spoons for me.
Don G

'Twas all so beautiful a sight,
A long summers night; The sacred stars were burning bright about our mother moon.

The wind filled the sails above the waves, that sped us through the sailors tales, and brought us to a deep lagoon.

We cast our nets out far and wide, then watched them sink below the tide, which rattled out a tune for me and you.

We hauled aboard the silver fish, to fill our bellies and our fists, then set off home with seagulls squawking tunes.

The wooden boat now tied about the quay,
its tattered sail and rusty cleat,
gently tug and tug the rope upon the swell.

come to sea!
You know me well!!

We talk about equality, honesty and candor,
dream of unity between *** and gender,
Though men can be *******, uncouth and crude.

It’s not just men that express lude desires,
Women too light their own fires.

A world full of wankers!
all love making goo.
I shouldn’t say it! Why?
It’s still a social taboo!

Like a star struck fool, I sway beneath the moon,
I got those weary blues, coming home with me.

Aint got nobody in this world, to sing loves sweet melody,
O’ blues; sweet melancholy blues, you’re coming home with me.

As I lay my head on my pillow and I close my eyes;
I dream there’s another lying by my side,
And I pray to the stars above, that the world will send me love sometime!

And I cry!
Oh blues sweet melancholy blues you’re all alone with me!

Have a little slice of key lime pie; get down on your knees and get real high,
'cause mamma’s gone and cut you a slice of key lime pie!

Spank step, toe hop, cramp-shuffle, paddle and roll;
Mamma’s gone and cut you a slice of key lime pie.

Dig deep, riff-walk, clunk-click, scuff those feet;
Mamma’s gone and cut you a slice of key lime pie!

Soft shoe or metal tap on the heel or toe, get your shoes on honey here we go!

Tastes so good, tastes so neat,
it’s a sweet and salty treat!
'cause mamma’s gone and cut you a slice of key lime pie!