Yippee Calloo Callay!

You have reached the foot hill of the mountains.
You are most welcome
More than worthy
.

Sunday 27 January 2013

Natural reaction.




Natural reaction

just write inside or outside it doesnt matter
it all comes from your mind
in between the lines
are gaps for you to fill in 

chilling or burning on the hot thoughts
like hot rocks dropping
blood popping
in between the trestles on the vessels
little ships flying to the tips
of my gravity finger kissing blips slipping
and sliding backwards when
im walking sometimes why i dont know
maybe ive not drunk enough water
this light all of a sudden so bright
and everything around you comes to life
all colours shining so much brighter than the bright
emotions cart wheeling pure feeling
into motion no comotion can bring you down
such a sweet sound the town is awake
and when it sleeps it is a nest for you to believe in
keys and piano and drums and guitar
and when im asleep
i like to be a thief
that returns all the dreams
stolen by the rough hands of the mad queens magi
which is why when im in a shop of charity
i rub every  lantern wont stop trying to free the genie from the lamp
both of the ends of the candle i burning to relax
so we can melt again into
relaxing chemisty on the table dripping on the table
that turns like a fire on the forest without flood
no dove of peace
to bring me some blessed release
i need to begin again
didnt mean to sell my soul to a enemy
that i thought was my best friend
for a toke on a ciggerette
i need to wipe away
that shamefull past
so that my future from this present
will no longer dance scars
and monkeys all across my back
kicking me in the ribs
and shutting me with cloth
 a hard knot tied up at the top of a sack
that is slipping to the bottom of the sea
with my body in the middle
and im waiting to drown
sinking down in the wet sand
all over
game over
until i start again
i wonder with curiousity
am i a cat and is that another life
whos counting
passing by why
i always land back on my feet
dry sand between the toes feels sweet
in the sunlight or at night
just like sparkling grains of sugar
skipping on the tongue
behind your teeth
that likes to lick
and flick
like the surf
rolling on the crest of these green blue waves
full of lazers and lights
and the rotting bodies
of everyone thats died like a tear drop in the ocean
of earth





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