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Add Some Color
Black... White... And a few other's...
We're all brother's... Sister's... Birthed from one mother,
we've all got back's... And we've all got each-other's,
trucker's mouth shout's smokey... Smokey bear over there as the coal roll's and convoy's stare,
dead ahead into an endless oasis...
It's time... Shape shift,
Get the drift...
Floating free mentally, out into the sea... Consciously,
Awake swimming like a snake, silently,
centered & balanced ballast, topped off with buoyancy,
brilliantly designed life looking divine spiritually,
it must bee a hologram you see...
Able to see through any eye's...Just close your eye's and try... Right now, dive into the sight becoming a bird high up in the bright blue sky... Land over there, down in dark green tree's,
perched and observed while clear water's heard, feel it rush with every feathered nerve... The wind blow's cold leaving tan talon'd toes branching out soaring free,
catching something to eat...
Just food for thought, I'm kinda' hungry...
Struggling through boredom... Yes truly...
So I write long into the night keeping my demons locked up tight... It's fright that makes us feel alive... A reason to live being locked into this life, subconsciously,
prisoners... Not free,
everything has a cost, soul's are sold for money,
funny... Fun NY... The big read apple, I thought the place was grubby,
crawling with worm's, lovely,
just a metaphor apple worm grubs, please don't take it personally...