Bam boo.

Bam Boo

A rebel master robed with a stick
bamboo walking
through the plague
crow storm
a murder of death
forest of corpses
clouds of bodies
a master
bamboo walking
in the still
twisted cadaver
with a stick


i love this stick
now your talking
i love you
speakers circle


Brooding about how his life will end
mission on
the tree
let them fly
just leafs
let them shine
just stars
to nirvana free
dont hold on
let the strings go
the heart of a monkey
sweet like peach from tree
eating rosary
petal bloom
smurf


We are the water people
mis guided shapes
that sometimes
meet to
form puddles
on the road
dharma bums
jimmie
angels
in perfect spheres
of life
some consider perfect
others ignore
or feel
hung over
like clouds
walk around
to scared
to stay
others are jumpers
flying drips
that splash hard
in perfect spheres of life
like wilting
mouldy flower petals
dining in the earth
shining yellow
above the greys
and blacks
and pinks
and blues
and whites
dark to pale


Spiders petals
leafs in trees
bags of luck
on two
scraped knees
a rope swing
rope
swing rope
swing
a body
with out
soul singing
in the amazon
forest seas


red cloud forest
is the shaman froggy
blue eagle tribe
is the mountain
getting foggy
is your mission
dready
natty rides again
be bopping
rock steady