Loose Lyrics #36 | Original poetry by Dookiebrownflow
Mixing morter and crud
Mix the mud with the blood
Sit the water in sun
Feel the air in your lungs
Soak in presence
Release effort
imitating a sponge
Your a spec of the sum
If not prolific in Love
Then Insufficient in funds
Fickleness will riddle you
under bottom with scum
Staring straight at the sun
Absorbing straight from the source
Of course your a star
right at war with the force
Legend has it a Taurus
Will forward straight thru the bull
Giving grace in the fullest
to every soul of the Lord
By the Lord I mean life
And by life I mean presence
And In presence I'm referring
to attention in seconds
You are second to none son
a sector of ONE
If the wombs where you come from
then you shall return
Bronze skin hair the texture of wool
Hand picked from the source
to extort your affection with norm
Soaring on saucers in creation of tours
Mision to pour passion
on obscure fashion
Promote more laughter
Less passengers more captains
My core happens to shift auras
That store static
On the road to elation
I must say that rapture
Is framed in the mind 1st
be patient
live in fear of god
or in all of nature
You dont have to pick a side
just select a flavor playa
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So glad I popped onto Steemit today and caught this. You know I'm a fan of your music but this poem is really something. I like the play on words, especially, Very cool, very deep - very "you" - (and so, very me as we all reflect each other, right?)
Keep creating my friend! You are an inspiration to my dusty brain right now - like a rain cloud on the horizon during a drought. Thank you