Like a spinning stone, skipping along the surface, waiting to sink, and find it's place back among the bedrock.
Busy Brain, dances through the years, yearning to still it's thoughts, that it may sink into it's purpose
Up in a tree.
Sometimes I forget
This is your home too.
Our lives are just
Up in a tree
Will you ever,
Passing stream of neon light
A multi colored dream.
An energy fight.
All I see is beams.
Blitzed on LSD.
To escape robotic wits, through transcendental hits, is
trading true life for a dream.
Outshine the sky
But stars sparkle bright in high minded eyes.
Disco boogeymen twinkle the streets
And Metropolis glistens.
There's music in the background
From a small electronic boutique
Between a novelty store, and a smoke shop
That house a strange and rare mystique.
On a city night, I'm looking across a busy street, and I feel the most powerful of feelings. In awe, all around, I see the fantasies of generations before us. The future itself, as it slowly descends.
Fighters, love to fight, and Lovers, fight for love. But while the strike of a fighter might hurt for a night.
The strike of a Lover will change you for life.
A faded responsibility
For the whimsy of a night
Mango habanero love
Stop. > Solitude. > Silence. >
Surrender. > Search. > Find. >
Pity the people who find their happiness from what they have, worth from what people think, and peace from what they know. They can be destroyed in an instant, and tortured for a lifetime.