erase errath |
Poetically curled upas a seashell I grow
The tree turns into fallinto spring into snowthe siren of the rainboweats up my mindas I engage and look into the pink rose, it becomes all mineflying through ...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Oct 2007 08:51:00 GMT |
ADDICTED TO THE POPE |
since I planted my daisesunder the seaI dream in peaceI see in peacewatch the rainbows ripple byI taste in peaceI live in peacecatch the bubbles with my tongueI feel the peaceI can hear the peaceI wil...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Oct 2007 08:30:00 GMT |
to the sensation of getting twisted up a bit |
I step into this worldwith the vibrations of the bassletting my body levitate from my feet to my faceescaping realityI light up to fazejust chillen letting the beat goabout every hour of the daylethar...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Oct 2007 08:24:00 GMT |
everything resembles |
"Everything resembles"
the dried rose
the bright green leaf
the sun who hides his face
the cracks in the sidewalk and on the street
the leaks in the pipes
what resembles the quilt stitch...
Posted by on Mon, 08 May 2006 21:54:00 GMT |
seaside and 8 crows |
seaside and 8 crowsI got lost in this mind twisting labyrinth kinetic oceans and knoll like hills of lush green grassLachrymose willows that the birds sang and wopedlassitude horses that no one rodepi...
Posted by on Mon, 08 May 2006 21:48:00 GMT |
gouge away |
paint the taste when i fly into the fruit loop lifewhen i stretch my tougne I taste the rainbowI can feel the difference between earth and spaceseperate all drumand bassreality is beg...
Posted by on Mon, 08 May 2006 21:38:00 GMT |
