When we talk
It’s just a flowing of words
When we think
It should be images and pics
Green, yellow, blue & pink
Who got the gold from the zink?
We live we see
It may look like a big fantasy
But who knows where it’s taking us
If it’s misleading, then it’s misleading us
We’re saying these words when we’re alive
I think we should all take a big dive
Into the unconsciousness we may survive
Each one will get a drive
To his own destination
There is some kind of relation
Confrontation, hallucination
Now I see they’re only letters
Like an apple tree losing its feathers
My head is filled with this and that
You know the cure, it’s my orange hat.
It’s just a flowing of words
When we think
It should be images and pics
Green, yellow, blue & pink
Who got the gold from the zink?
We live we see
It may look like a big fantasy
But who knows where it’s taking us
If it’s misleading, then it’s misleading us
We’re saying these words when we’re alive
I think we should all take a big dive
Into the unconsciousness we may survive
Each one will get a drive
To his own destination
There is some kind of relation
Confrontation, hallucination
Now I see they’re only letters
Like an apple tree losing its feathers
My head is filled with this and that
You know the cure, it’s my orange hat.
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| I still have that Hat Madder |
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Phree Phlow
(H)ero
Thinking Allowed Is Aloud
The Womb
The Mystic and the Tripper
Trump Le Trompeur
Living On Insanity’s Brink
Tamarack Over Jack
قصيدة تسلم الأيادي ... لو كانت نضيفة
Sophia And The Djembefola
The Alpha-Beta Poem
Nena Ya Nena: a Bilingual Duet with Vaya Con Dios — نينا يا نينا: ثنائي ثنائي اللغة مع ڤيا كون ديوس
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