My eyes are born into the wind Every morning born again Born in and out of beauty Born from refractions of light My eyes have lost sight Of the world they gave birth to
Hmmm my first acid trip... little spaceships on the paper Should have waited later We went to the local fair Without even a care The rides were as always fun but when my friends face melted I had to run Made it home the roads looked like a lake I was beginning to think I did too much to take Made it home folks out of town My buddy Herley was turning into a clown He went nuts and tryed to run for a mile trying to load a bowl really took a little while Me a nd Abby laughed up a storm Finally my friend Herley returned to the norm I'll never forget that night what a blast 3 kids who thought it'd always last We grew up went our seperate ways When we get together we remember the days First acid trip 1999
Why is it when I open up my eyes I see nothing But when I close my eyes everyone says I'm blind I scream "I'm NAKED and I'm NOT YOUR SINNER!" Because the Rabbit told me never to tell a Lie I think everyone has a million things to teach me But everone's passed out on the floor And the Rabbit said it was just the DRUGS But the Rabbit LIES TOO DAMN MUCH
LoveMind is lost in dissary a matrix of live wires pulsing, sparking LoveMind's thoughts and desires LoveMind is wild in sense of touch swimming in seas of a tangled lust an open mind burning in solitary seas flames sreading to touch what is out of reach In this hot chaos a form takes life the shape of a woman the work of a mind LoveSpawn cools the flames of the mind calms the sparks touches the wires LoveSpawn puts the flames to rest LoveMind is Quenched
^that's not the original. I lost the original and tried to regurgitate it from memory. Something's missing and not quite right (I'll have to work on it) The drawing is a scan of a photocopy of the original. glad I managed to hold on to that
I have but one illusion we are all conductors shall we sing a song? or shall we dance and make a spectacle like fireworks? perhaps i will sit and have a smoke we are all friends here
tiny tiny burnin bright I play like strings He plays like drums machines awoke and shook and jerked spat pollution It sank like a runaway train swallowed by her home tiny tiny burnin bright I spit colors on the asphault what goes to the center must come out petals fallen seeds are sprung my face smells like the sun don't shine
