too poor to be rich too rich to be poor
feels good to be nothing at all
I own little but big things like the sun within me
and the sea in my eyes
a micro nano cosmic heart
țară was like the white in my eyes
like when in tea time falling out of time
temperance and the silence between my fangs
the roar of the ocean melting into the shore behind words spelled into my voice
..._simplicity compassion and patience_ treasures
natural means advanced
Dang I remember I lost that Alice in wonderland notebook in New Mexico where I wrote all may best poems ... I would have rather loosing my passport instead ... thy sun burnt my wings too anyways. the last poem I wrote was in Utah about a Native American Indian ghost from back in time with red skin entering the window at night to kiss me .... loosing the notebook hurt so much I never wrote poetry again, maybe just a few.
now I tun them into songs instead but fleeting like offerings I never write them down more like magic spells. making music feels more intense
I remember another one but its blurred like a dream... about a black snake I encountered at the ranch in Texas while I was by the lake alone not sure if it was a river or a lake honestly , the snake it was so shiny ... it jumped into the water and started swimming like a sperm
and another one about the deer at the ranch how they'd jump in front of cars showing off as if they were ballerinas ...the rancher cried when he read it so I gift it to him . i wrote it again anyway,
I was so innocent back then thats why I didnt die sooner until I wasn't and Im glad about it...but rebirth became addictive ever since.
[media=https://youtu.be/X9hxpfmtLjM]
Pure tech 4 sho
I own little but big things like the sun within me
and the sea in my eyes
a micro nano cosmic heart
țară was like the white in my eyes
like when in tea time falling out of time
temperance and the silence between my fangs
the roar of the ocean melting into the shore behind words spelled into my voice
..._simplicity compassion and patience_ treasures
natural means advanced
Dang I remember I lost that Alice in wonderland notebook in New Mexico where I wrote all may best poems ... I would have rather loosing my passport instead ... thy sun burnt my wings too anyways. the last poem I wrote was in Utah about a Native American Indian ghost from back in time with red skin entering the window at night to kiss me .... loosing the notebook hurt so much I never wrote poetry again, maybe just a few.
now I tun them into songs instead but fleeting like offerings I never write them down more like magic spells. making music feels more intense
I remember another one but its blurred like a dream... about a black snake I encountered at the ranch in Texas while I was by the lake alone not sure if it was a river or a lake honestly , the snake it was so shiny ... it jumped into the water and started swimming like a sperm
and another one about the deer at the ranch how they'd jump in front of cars showing off as if they were ballerinas ...the rancher cried when he read it so I gift it to him . i wrote it again anyway,
I was so innocent back then thats why I didnt die sooner until I wasn't and Im glad about it...but rebirth became addictive ever since.
[media=https://youtu.be/X9hxpfmtLjM]
Pure tech 4 sho
