Spread thin like deep love. Maintaing a grin. Got a chin to keep up. Playing to win. Staying within the box mentally locked within. Got the keys and the map, but no direction. Reflection inspection shows less than the best skin.. I smile at myself and hope the mess ends. My style isnt wealth. But I try to imagine that Im more valuable Than I obviously am in the eyes of most Im just a ghost with a pen. Scribbling invisible notes now and again... Oh how I pretend. It never will end. Continuously in the mind frame of a tin man with no heart, just rusty parts. I found the Emerald City, told me to depart. I held Dorothys hand, She threw me to the sharks... I had a friend made of straw, engulf himself in sparks... I know some cowardly lions, Pussy cats trying To hide from time, as it ticks off the flying monkies and lolipop junkies lying in the poppy fields, yields no replying. . Slowly dying to live. Witches trying to give blizzards to the wizard.. Hes like ROY G BIV! Laying low under a rainbow, on an island of plain gold, yellow bricks and angels who ignore his halos glow because hes way old. Plus they know that his souls cold, chilling and bold. Always killing the mold. For trying to control the freedom he holds so dear, so near, so clearly told... Still no one hears because their fears fold their ears like origami. Paper thin Ghandi. Starving for attention. To mention how fondly he felt about the cards delt with his peaceful self... And how to build a card castle and non violently melt the ice cold ice caps and flood the world, with peace, love, respect, hugs and girls... Instead of eye for an eye, leaving the whole world blind.. Lets try to let by gones be left behind. Look forward. See what it means to find true enlightenment and heighten the mind.
Posted on: Sat, 13 Sep 2014 10:44:50 +0000
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