I like to sit and think and stare At that spot, on the wall over there As I listen to the pitter-patter And wonder if anything really matters? Fancy a game of shoots and ladders? Up and at them, let's get at 'er.
When the going gets slow, the slow turns into prose. Up and at them!
he said a blank canvas for the day is breaking... what will we paint today my love? for the incense, we burn to warn of the wards gives us a new spirit so when the ground softly breaks under our pleasure bed relinquishing our dreams we make way for our new world
The song weaves me apart To appease the tension In my heart Before taking strings And sewing me back together I will cry from the tension release And cry more when the song is over Leaving tear trails From my eyes That soak and run Between my fingers Like rivers down Down my forearms But I'll be okay When the song is over I'll be okay When the lyrics speak to me As them I could have written I have a relationship with music, you see One that you could never understand.
The wind is in your face. It's cool and the sun is warm against your skin. Your hair is just barely blowing in the wind behind you. The trees are green and the grass stands at attention for you. The fluffy clouds dance above you as the squirrels scramble. The flowers are in bloom and colors surround you. The serenity envelops you and all cares fly away. Because for at least today you can be one with nature.
Beyond the veils of normalcy there's a hint of the extraordinaire the fruit of magnificence within the Spinning hole of the vortex lies the base for restoration. You Close your eyes to see the true nature of life's realities I felt the presence of the ones before me The divine beings basking in the glory emanating from all My heart drew them near Their words I hold dear This Safe space I cherish till eternity.