

Psychedelic thoughtsScattered shattered thoughts Are roaming though my head A range of sailing boats A cat and horse in bedPsychedelic thoughts
Candlelights and pensive yoga Candy bars and festive nights Metal jars are holding me Metal gigs and moonless lights
Thoughts still floating down my mind Molecules of air and fluids Merging in still keeping distance In slow motion blending blind
Harley Davidson ignores me Charleys angels take my place Sweet delusions sale, its for free Underground tunnels in case
Does it make any sense at all? Shall I


TRUSTStep by step she builds their castle In a second he tears it down Step by step shes holding on While he smashes down the groundTRUST
Up and high, a slight raised head Down and low, tied to the floor Free spirit is roaming dead Shes got no feelings no more
1 more ghost 1 more trace Empty cup Frowning face
A Scope of ice A Tear of sorrow Melting slowly Freezing dead
Shadow of green With a gray background Falling leaves And echoing sounds
Flash back flash back Same damn movie &nbs


RecreationStuck into my throat I sink down I float Above the ground I’ m dying Diving in StaringRecreation
At that old black
Iron wall Fading in Green and brown I frown Leave me I’ m falling Calling Innnnn
I’ m screaming Where are My old good friends I disappear My trace My face It’ s calling Falling Down
Buzzing Waiting
Anticipating Crawling Slowly Watching Recreating This creature
It’ s turning Into My monster My darling &nb


Under-GroundUnder-GroundUnder-Ground
He crashed in me While I was falling Guess he was falling too
I heard my name That he was calling I thought this can’t be true
He reached out with A flower’s thrown He scratched my soft smooth skin
My blood now flew Between his arms And mixed with Scotch and Gin
He drank my lips I spilled my drink Wind smashed my windows glass
I screamed for more He grabbed me down And tore me all apart
I stuck my tongue On a cold steel bar And drew then my last card &


Safe, SafeI will plant Daffodils, Daisies, Roses, Lilies, Whatever are your favourite flowers; In our backyard.Safe, Safe
And pick them Every day or two, Gather them
In our Turkish brown vase; Make them remind you that
You are home, The safest place to be.
I will wait On our porch Every night or two, Collecting shooting stars.
Ten, To stick each
On a fingertips, And spread them Over all edges of my face Lighting every curve To remind you who I am, The safest me to be.
I will gat


Dolphin MemoryI don’t like walking or driving down Nozha Street. It gives me contradictory feelings. If I step into the old building where my grandmother lives, or maybe lived, see myself a hundred thousand times in the mirrors left and right, take the beautiful old elevator, get off on the third floor and knock my grandmother’s door no one will answer.Dolphin Memory
Now, if I knock on the door she will open laughing, hugging me then saying that she did not expect me to come today; it’s old information. I did not expect me to come either anyway. My grandmother was always there. I did not go visit her frequently but I knew she was always there and she wi
anyway...mseerek tshofeeha just remember me with good...bye bye
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Call me .. Undeniable.
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Call me .. Undeniable.
hope ur doing ok
mesh hashoofik? for the sake of old days 7atta ..
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Call me .. Undeniable.
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**A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.**-Paul Cezanne
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