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Cloud that I float on, carry me to Peru
send to me exotic birds, bearing gifts of aqua blue

Lets take a detour through the mountains of Kandahar
for it doesn't bother me if I come out with battle scars

Oh please, oh please can we stop in Dharamsala
I have some questions to ask His Holiness, the Dalai Lama

Cloud, if its possible can we please time travel?
I want to see how they built the pyramids from dirt, stone, and gravel

Lets defy gravity, next stop Andromeda
being 2 million light-years away we'll see scores of space phenomena

Our next and final stop shall be a place called peace
take me there, please cloud, but on the way lets visit Greece.

*-Bobbie Leigh
If your words were silent and the poetry of your declarations uttered mute, what other proof would I have of this thing called love?

I would gaze above looking into your eyes, but upon realization my hopes will quickly shatter

I would gather my words to call out your name, looking for your hands to join mine. Yet I will stand in disappointment only to find the emptiness that grasps at my fingertips

I would search far and wide, with my heart in tow, seeking wisdom from the blind

But my quest will be in vain, because the sad truth lies only in the love between my hips… where your love resides.

*-Bobbie Leigh
There's a tug of war in my mind over ethics and morals-
deep enough to spoil
the very values i was spoon-fed

Misled with good intentions
chaotic confusion, I think I need an intervention

Because to be inside my mind is like a labyrinth,
trying to figure out if what you see is real or just a myth

And everywhere you turn is like one big contradiction
with every piece to the puzzle missin'

And only to me does this all make sense
storing neatly the disorganized mess in my head

Completely doubting all that I've every known
even questioning things I was told to just leave alone

With the thin line of my sanity quickly vanishing
reading peoples minds and letting it get the best of me

They beckon misconceptions to what they think I cannot see-
will I ever overcome this, or will I let it be the death of me?


-Barbodi
The complexity of something simple in appearance. the attractiveness of something true in its deepest form. Beauty.

*-Bobbie Leigh
Trillions of tiny warm pieces of coral, rock, and sea bones run smoothly through the hands and feet of one female being.
She sits upon the shoreline watching the way the tide and waves change...watching the almost reddish-orange sun set.
The sun that she is mesmerized by.
Mesmerized in such a way it causes her mind to open up, like a whales mouth when it's ready to satisfy it's hunger, looking almost as if its about to swallow the whole ocean itself.
With her brain burst asunder by the wonder of God's creation, she starts to think..thinking as she never did before, and putting thought into things that has never even crossed her mind.
Time is now infinite.
As hours pass, which seem like seconds, thoughts are no longer the only thing that surrounds her.
She is now accompanied by a Dream.
A dream which is as sweet as the very breeze that swifts across the ocean tops and embraces the most exotic extracts from the fruits and flowers around her.
A dream that cannot be expressed with words, but more rather jesters, thoughts, and actions...acts of love and uncontrollable feelings of desire and emotion.
Though in the deepest urge of reaching this dream, one never truly realizes how much pain, heartache, and sorrow one must endure to accomplish this ultimate beauty.
The understanding of this so called pain or love-sick criteria is, for some, too overwhelming for them to comprehend..and so we, me, you, or whomever simply just give up.
So truly, the strongest really do survive the pain love brings.
And so now, as the day becomes night, the sunset fades, and the oceans calm...that young female being heads back to another place of paradise, where she will lay her thoughts, dreams, and concerns on a pillow.
Yet as sure as the moon is forever, so was once a dreamer who is now the dream.

*-Bobbie Leigh

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