my poetry
i awake into a morning that is tangled with vibrant colors of a dream
in that blink of an eye when you first peek into the world around you
everything is still a dreamy enviroment. slowly reality falls back into it's
puzzle and order repalces itself with disorder. i catch myself and the blue curtain is drawn across to the side with a sound of a swoosh. i drift into the bleaming sun that glares into my pupils with fury of yellow and excellence of orange.
i catch myself again while my mind still tries to awake from it's dream state.
i struggle for my feet to move. i slowly learn to walk as if i was a todler fighting
to be able to run around. my ears listen to the sound of humming birds singing and wind blowing and for a few seconds in time the grasshopper playing his invisible violin. i open the door to the bathroom but im my sleepy eyes this bathroom turns into blurs of blue ,brown and pink. i reach out my hands for the faucet. grip the nob and turn it and hear the sound of sulfur water splashing out of the faucet head. i rinse my numb face open my eyes and stare into the mirror and prepare myself for another day at life.-
waking up by yours truly original beanster.
shes a night halk soaring with the eagels in the morning
drifting like sand on a beach the wind carries her and she goes
with the flow theres no other way that suits her
everything out there is more than just gold and treasure
chase down the stars where there is danger ill give out laughter
light up a match and light the sky with fire
this is her desire
its not about the money its all about the juice
and the feeling ya get when your running on the loose
get lost in the streets and run in traffic
cause a comotion and photograph it
before the love make the lust pornographic
throw cauiton to the wind like desperado's
bake in the sun eating avocado's
fuck the gov't and fuck the mikado
play poker like a pirate sippin on rum
analyze this to be a surburban scum
why take a breather inhale some more
let it surprise me ill open the door
not all risks turn out to be gore
shit hppens at least it wasnt a bore
i live day by day not by tomorrow or yesterday
wasteful moments on regret learn to forget
this mind is artistic not ineffective
dont hurt to see the world at a diff't perspective
im a dreamer a modern outlaw philosopher
an insomniac writer and a wicked heart of desire
- dreamer by yours truly original beanster
through the vast winds of mystic vibrant green's
lies this land that isn't what is seems
the dark creeps to my neck and my skin begins to crawl
these shadows transform into my worst nightmare and i begin to fall
my solid rock heart is stuck in my throat
i cant swallow down this fear and float
when everything around me is out to get me
my eyes blinded by heavy lights unable to see
the white ball of the blackened sky is my guide to home
while this coldness runs under my skin i run alone
this endless yellow line runs and runs and my feet go
my heart beats so fast if i die let me know
cause my mind is lost inside this dreary place
chaos bleeds from your home and from your face
i slip through the jungle grass and count to ten
inhale the moggy frog's breathe air how long has it been?
the hood rats have already made it home on the corner
i hide my breathe under my shirt and cross the border
if this is something you normally see
then you live close to me
only these addicts worship the night cuz they get their fix
and this is how it is walking home in the stix
- night walker orignal beanster
in that blink of an eye when you first peek into the world around you
everything is still a dreamy enviroment. slowly reality falls back into it's
puzzle and order repalces itself with disorder. i catch myself and the blue curtain is drawn across to the side with a sound of a swoosh. i drift into the bleaming sun that glares into my pupils with fury of yellow and excellence of orange.
i catch myself again while my mind still tries to awake from it's dream state.
i struggle for my feet to move. i slowly learn to walk as if i was a todler fighting
to be able to run around. my ears listen to the sound of humming birds singing and wind blowing and for a few seconds in time the grasshopper playing his invisible violin. i open the door to the bathroom but im my sleepy eyes this bathroom turns into blurs of blue ,brown and pink. i reach out my hands for the faucet. grip the nob and turn it and hear the sound of sulfur water splashing out of the faucet head. i rinse my numb face open my eyes and stare into the mirror and prepare myself for another day at life.-
waking up by yours truly original beanster.
shes a night halk soaring with the eagels in the morning
drifting like sand on a beach the wind carries her and she goes
with the flow theres no other way that suits her
everything out there is more than just gold and treasure
chase down the stars where there is danger ill give out laughter
light up a match and light the sky with fire
this is her desire
its not about the money its all about the juice
and the feeling ya get when your running on the loose
get lost in the streets and run in traffic
cause a comotion and photograph it
before the love make the lust pornographic
throw cauiton to the wind like desperado's
bake in the sun eating avocado's
fuck the gov't and fuck the mikado
play poker like a pirate sippin on rum
analyze this to be a surburban scum
why take a breather inhale some more
let it surprise me ill open the door
not all risks turn out to be gore
shit hppens at least it wasnt a bore
i live day by day not by tomorrow or yesterday
wasteful moments on regret learn to forget
this mind is artistic not ineffective
dont hurt to see the world at a diff't perspective
im a dreamer a modern outlaw philosopher
an insomniac writer and a wicked heart of desire
- dreamer by yours truly original beanster
through the vast winds of mystic vibrant green's
lies this land that isn't what is seems
the dark creeps to my neck and my skin begins to crawl
these shadows transform into my worst nightmare and i begin to fall
my solid rock heart is stuck in my throat
i cant swallow down this fear and float
when everything around me is out to get me
my eyes blinded by heavy lights unable to see
the white ball of the blackened sky is my guide to home
while this coldness runs under my skin i run alone
this endless yellow line runs and runs and my feet go
my heart beats so fast if i die let me know
cause my mind is lost inside this dreary place
chaos bleeds from your home and from your face
i slip through the jungle grass and count to ten
inhale the moggy frog's breathe air how long has it been?
the hood rats have already made it home on the corner
i hide my breathe under my shirt and cross the border
if this is something you normally see
then you live close to me
only these addicts worship the night cuz they get their fix
and this is how it is walking home in the stix
- night walker orignal beanster