a rebuttle
this is my rant to the nay sayers, the pessimists, the bottom feeders. Grab hold of that feeling of weakness way down in your wantings for a perfect, perfectly outlined way where people act just like you think they should and you can predict every moment of every day and turn all that expectation away. Just let it go out the window while you speed away. No one will have to pick it up. Go on. No! Stop, rewind! Don't throw away your waste, like you throw away your mind! Use your brain to create the chain gang! While you didn't see no one dancing, I was prancing! I was waltzing and bopping with ladies all over, under the moonlight, La LUna! She dancin in de sunlight! What an embrace and a noble matrimony, between fire and rock and earth bound by gravity. Lava poored out at pompei, bubbling lava that the sea could not extinguish! This is the flame of love! the Steady incessant reminder of the gift of life surviving above the molten mortuary. Hearts beat faster and louder and stronger when reminded of the earths awesome power, the power of life and death, elemental as water and fire.
this was the festival to celebrate woman! In my mind, in my mind. Mother Nature, she shined! She was the star, whether or not the people were totally there, always dancing, or on par. We were trancing with the cotton wood blossoms floating in from afar on thick breezes. i trancing looking at the pond reflecting a hazy sunset and listening to the chirping frogs, while the bass shook the whole bog.
Happy day.
this was the festival to celebrate woman! In my mind, in my mind. Mother Nature, she shined! She was the star, whether or not the people were totally there, always dancing, or on par. We were trancing with the cotton wood blossoms floating in from afar on thick breezes. i trancing looking at the pond reflecting a hazy sunset and listening to the chirping frogs, while the bass shook the whole bog.
Happy day.