My laugh projects
And riles
The part in your soul
That feels free and wild

The one that is oblivious
To the chains of social construction
The wickedness of humanity
That taints mental function.

I, John, was on the isle of Crete…
Matala Beach, the cave with the
yellow hooka,
and I went native,
- it was 1969, I don't recall
- maybe if you were there
I agreed that a good paradox is eternal.

Lying, slow bellies there for? no, fore
there afore y'ken? Chew slow, its polite.

If I agree with the writings of paul,
you can fact check me, but
the point is if I agree his letters were
The Word of God, Jesus's dad, he
who abides with Jesus and me and
that family spirit and my family spirit.
And the fullness of the godhead, ******,
in the spirit, in me, too,
heart part, I think, or gut.

Yeah, this is where that makes peace,
when you swallow it.
After all these years. Shalom. Selah.

I am twenty three
She is twenty seven
I love her so much free
Our love is now flying in heaven

I am younger than her
She is older than me
Both of us are always together
Let sing a happy song for me

I am an ordinary boy
She is gorgeous one
We always enjoy
And make this life so much fun

I live in fantasy world
She tries to make me real
I want to grow old
and the love gives me all the feel

To want to speak. And not to know how.

To feel. And not to know what.

To be dead, and breathing; somehow.

i feel safe within the darkness
so when it's taken away
where can i feel safe

when you look at through your window in that summer house do you remember me?
we were a troublesome

do you remember how you used to use that window to connect with me?
i was your little madame

do you remember our adventures?
our wines and sprites

do you remember that night?
we were dancing through twilight

do you remember me or did i become a memory?