06-06-2006, 03:44 PM
A poem entitled: Hobbies of old......
Flying warped in time x-y-z axis's into other dimensions and wormholes of instantaneous heart 1200MPH
of pure intoxication with life wrapped in a paper bag.
Feeling the breeze of lyrical harmonies parellel running through the stop-sit-audience-traffic-confetti.
Obstacles seem to bring more smiles than the fucks-bitches-assholes-birdies-
read in every facial language of existance.
Time and ebb of flowing life crimson into bearing minds and trucks bases, and deck foundation feeling the ability
of mind to foot acceleration.
Balance-tight rope act with suicide in one hand, the crash and untimely physically beat to pulp and crying tears of salt red
into hour glass and down to open hungry minds.
Walking the fine line able to crash and burn and painfully smiley watch the board flip from out underneath you scarring your
children conceptualist scarring children nuts in bolting lightening pain.
Stand up, to walk again in the pain and understanding that for monumental seconds out of body creationism of other lives in
life that I am one...
Carry it home.....and feel like I have wings....
Flying warped in time x-y-z axis's into other dimensions and wormholes of instantaneous heart 1200MPH
of pure intoxication with life wrapped in a paper bag.
Feeling the breeze of lyrical harmonies parellel running through the stop-sit-audience-traffic-confetti.
Obstacles seem to bring more smiles than the fucks-bitches-assholes-birdies-
read in every facial language of existance.
Time and ebb of flowing life crimson into bearing minds and trucks bases, and deck foundation feeling the ability
of mind to foot acceleration.
Balance-tight rope act with suicide in one hand, the crash and untimely physically beat to pulp and crying tears of salt red
into hour glass and down to open hungry minds.
Walking the fine line able to crash and burn and painfully smiley watch the board flip from out underneath you scarring your
children conceptualist scarring children nuts in bolting lightening pain.
Stand up, to walk again in the pain and understanding that for monumental seconds out of body creationism of other lives in
life that I am one...
Carry it home.....and feel like I have wings....
