09-12-2011, 01:05 PM
i paint colors with my words
i say words with my colors
i hear left-over chinese and
feel swarms of black-ink birds
tastes and sounds like merry-go-arounds
they swirl and they burl in our mindless minds
touching the sweetness and freedom of flight
energy and god abounds and abounds
and i curl up with my ceaseless senseless mind
and my unending wants and needs and binds
i find myself in bed in flesh and in blood
and i tell myself temporary
temporary mud...
freedom awaits your highness
i say words with my colors
i hear left-over chinese and
feel swarms of black-ink birds
tastes and sounds like merry-go-arounds
they swirl and they burl in our mindless minds
touching the sweetness and freedom of flight
energy and god abounds and abounds
and i curl up with my ceaseless senseless mind
and my unending wants and needs and binds
i find myself in bed in flesh and in blood
and i tell myself temporary
temporary mud...
freedom awaits your highness