Lord
send me a love
that's not a coke dealer
*
One that's not high
on his own supply
*
One that doesn't need
to escape reality
to be free
*
Who doesn't depend
on anything
outside himself
for a sense of peace
*
Send me a love
who understands
that his soul
is the priceless pearl
within an oyster's home
*
One that is free
like an eagle
soaring in the sky
*
One that's high
on jaunty laughter
and all the joys
of fully being alive
*
Lord
send me a love
that's not a soldier
*
One that isn't
a robotic slave
within a cultic system
*
One that doesn't
murder the innocent
for a living
*
One that doesn't
fuck whores
just to forget
his problems
*
Send me a love
who worships
the temple of my body
with sexual sacraments
*
One who's
sharpest sword is his tongue
With which he carefully carves
words to heal the world
*
One that will
serenade me
without a care
if he's on key
or on cue
*
One that will sing
Sanskrit prayers with me
while walking through
the Land Of The Medicine Buddha
*
One that will
dance with me
under moonlight
wild and free
*
One that will
venture with me
into the mountains
under the stars
*
And not think twice
about leaving
the matrix behind
About the Creator
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