The mixture between your, Mind and body are confusing, At best, trying to figure, It out should be a necessity, Always moving is a way of my life,
By Tambourine Man5 months ago in Poets
Life is like a box of chocolate, I say that you are, a kind soul Alex, Although you are full of flaws, The possibility for improvements is hidden,
Where did they go, They used to be everywhere, Sending everyone in a tizzy, Paralyzing the masses of the countryside, Apparently, no-one has use for them anymore,
By Tambourine Man7 months ago in Poets
Met a cool chick as I was walking to the food store, One of utmost compassion, Willing to spend the time needed to grow an ultimate bond,
Let us run to the store for a simple fix, Wanting to spread the joy of a simple weed, It is a nuisance to be paranoid all the time,
He is my very loyal companion, Protector of the sentimental dwelling, Keeper of promised dreams, Always on the lookout for trouble afar,
Jumping through hoops, To gain access to what is allowed, Chasing our dreams one lamp at a time, Not needing to rub it the right way,
Amidst the shadows of a growing world, The bad outweighs the good. It is a stunning scary view, Of what we might have passed by,
In a time of pure chaos, Let us remember our past-times, As they unfold. A fate that we all have to share, Sometimes we all want to explode,
We all have changes in our lives, Controlling our destinies, Climbing thru tunnels of your favorite plumage, A twisting monster eating on dope twisting through our crackers,
Getting up in the morning, Is still a heartache chore, Why, I don't know, The ease will always be, There. Paining like a ghost,
I have chased a demon, Called relations, in women, I could not keep for long, Fueled by medications, Nicotine, music, drugs, and sex,
By Tambourine Man8 months ago in Poets