Let us play with the sand, On the beach, crawling, Through the mud of a, Beautiful sight and sound, Of the waves turning,
By Tambourine Man4 months ago in Poets
Lust is a nice thing to feel, Be careful though, it tends, To spread, into something, You might desire, too, much, You do not want it to fade,
My thoughts are jagged, Not making sense in this, Mathematics, that i see, In hell, not sure about, The heaven remix, it is a,
Respect is something that is deserved, Not taken for granted, Let us everybody take, Theft for granted, why not?, Everyone in this world,
A turn of a new year, Is often odd, as people, Try to change, but cannot, Cutting a chord, from, Last years' agony, hoping,
The walls close by themselves, Ricochet the moment that is, Bound to reappear, then bare, It is a twisted clutch of a mound,
We all have it hidden, Inside of us. Whether we are, Down the hole that we have created, Want it to come out after, Not,
We all follow the strict protocol, Of what life brings us, Clopping through a demand of, Wild emotions that come, Through pacing throughout the street,
By Tambourine Man5 months ago in Poets
Will you be a brother or man, When it comes, To the madness that, Cannot be taken back, Come by me to listen to, What is valued not anymore,
The darkness of the day, Creates something, to look, Forward to, sweet whispers, To stop the pain of long, Loss, with, a voice of,
Space to grow, Space to feed, Space to lift, Behind what was thought of yesterday, We will not remember tomorrow, It has not happened yet,
Sometimes, it is, necessary, To take a mid-afternoon nap, Especially when you get, Super drowsy, It's a mental and psyche combination,