up up and away

[saw]

we all know there's some bad shit out there
in the air, on the corner
but can anyone really live in those rooms
day after day
the world we know might be on a collision course
the sixth extinction isn't just some alarmist's bellow

but sometimes I need to pretend everything is just fine
turn off the consciousness channel, slip up
to the roof, the wind chimes seem to know
that I'm easy and they can have me any time they want

so...i let go....float in their tethered spell,
the more they hula their stringy hips, the greater
the thrilling crescendo, oh mama earth
your original soundtrack is always so clean and new
meshed musical gears of transcendence, they always work
as a team.... all for one, one for all you might say
if you were a tree house musketeer like myself

I dig the way they get turned on in unison
by every burlesque breeze that strips away the friction,
mindless puppets of redemption strung from limbs,
they only exist to please their audiences

the stamped brown metal owl, his eyes
over-sized golden orbs dotted in black, tubular children
dangling from his head, the aztec orange sun goddess
her knowing wry smile, her babies in tow, they ogle me !

but if all the truth were told and nothing was left out
I stare at them as well,
and so what I'm trying to say here
with long warm wind freshly pumped into my needy lungs

my breathing is clear

we were meant for each other

[creativesoul]

i wrote you a hot poem about this and
studio eight just couldnt
take it
but really slick
those words had me
mesmerized
just when i thought i wasnt going to get caught
hooked
ya know
the morning thing- just breeze thru
yeah right
you guys are more like mountains then tropical afternoons
but i can tell you
worth climbing--

[mnaz]

peace begins at home.

"her babies in tow" ... there we go ...