Saturday Night
Sunday morning
and i am post-stoned
a fifteen hour day
of old and new faces
Symphonies of the avant garde
Life at the comfortable pace
Nothing important on the angenda
but to love life
And Love loving life
A trip of colours and fragrance
Experimentation
Of Scientific Method
Disection of Secrets
With all told
Living truth
True truth that is not construed lies
A smoky haze ensnaring pain and sorrow
And releasing the dove of peace
I wish to speak with my Spirit animal
Why do i believe it is a Raven?
I am one with the raven
A poet in black
A sole soul soaring above
Searching for new life
Omnimous enough to frighten
But clever and intelligent
Noble bird I look to thee
I envy thy wings of black
Perfect feathers, grace and beauty
Above fields and rivers
Outside caverns and canyons
A predator of tranquilty
Blending into the night sky
As I shall dissappear
To return as I always have:
Wiser and stronger, clever and cogniscent
and i am post-stoned
a fifteen hour day
of old and new faces
Symphonies of the avant garde
Life at the comfortable pace
Nothing important on the angenda
but to love life
And Love loving life
A trip of colours and fragrance
Experimentation
Of Scientific Method
Disection of Secrets
With all told
Living truth
True truth that is not construed lies
A smoky haze ensnaring pain and sorrow
And releasing the dove of peace
I wish to speak with my Spirit animal
Why do i believe it is a Raven?
I am one with the raven
A poet in black
A sole soul soaring above
Searching for new life
Omnimous enough to frighten
But clever and intelligent
Noble bird I look to thee
I envy thy wings of black
Perfect feathers, grace and beauty
Above fields and rivers
Outside caverns and canyons
A predator of tranquilty
Blending into the night sky
As I shall dissappear
To return as I always have:
Wiser and stronger, clever and cogniscent