Still breathing Living still From oceans deep an immortal spill The waters testing in the fullness of time What’s in your heart? Who’s on your mind? Having received the Love Memorandum from Planet Freedom Regarding that love that doesn’t change in the wildest of weather and through all that’s strange Of love forged in the fires of forever Love that gives meaning and substance to this existence A love that never fails like the latter rains of a summer harvest
I just don’t care who you follow the stuff that you say and what you think that you know In the deepest despair from way down below through haunted streets I’ve driven that manic and heavy traffic to a place where even the light retreats And I’ve known the sweetest caress of a gentle whisper that roared like a tempest through my very soul
That driving heat radiating off Wall Street, an insatiable power lust where total control is a must. But it isn’t just the money, honey that wets your appetite with pretty maids all in a row. Like the lines of blow that flow up your nose from way down below.
In the lounge room of my childhood there’s this little box made of wood, and when I open it’s varnished lid up pops a proudly painted stork. A cigarette wedged in his beak with the promise of something good.
“Care for a Peter Stuyvesant? They’re tailor made for the Jet-Set! You’ve been on a plane, and you’re a big boy now, all of nine, so try one of mine. You’ll find the taste most pleasant. Ignition … prepare for take-off. Never mind the cough. You’ll soon be feeling fine.”
“Oh..the wistful winds of wings of purest love upon the sweaty brow of gardens in bloom loving the grasslands of merely a miniscule point of endurance in this flower bed of petal blooms…” What the… exactly. How crappy was that? Hopefully none of you thought I was actually being serious there. That was my overdrawn, […]