I reached inside, took three
People are many, moving like robots, gathering in hives.
They buzz and buzz everywhere they go,
Aimlessly throwing in words, deprived of common sense.
I want to be another planet with you
Looks close breath eye on eye
Sights mine ready some kill
From short whimpering cry
Sweet bird arrow feathered golden braid
And if my tears should ever run dry
With no sorrow to complain
I would be left alone a simple sigh
I will fly my boat in poring rain on owly skies shall ride to see shops of florist fashions, and buy like God making heavens.
It’s hunger that keeps us awake
In a world that takes takes takes
His hair blaizen red weatherd day
moves hands like jackhammer
make haunting notes did play
left me with quite some stammer.
PayPal wants to own your intellectual property.
Liberal is free from prejudice
No bigotry or restrictions placed
Most people in aerobic ritual think they are simply washing themselves but in fact are in act towards mimics of the water fowl and river duck..
Now! in celestial heavens do roam
with angels happy dancing some
heading towards Gods mighty throne
waiting outstretched for whats been done.
Salvaged from accidents
A beating heart, open to start
Wounded by arrows of hate and lust.
I know that Imago is Latin for imagination and the ancients like our dear old Romans converted invisible data into images we can see and learn to understand.
The Saddest Face in the World