Down will come my baby
cradle and all, It's too soon to tell---
You're dwelling place in my thoughts, adorned
with cosmic growth, just-brewed and fresh
like the Dawn. You exist in places in me that
I haven't learned from yet.
Listen to my lullaby's
They are singing you to a sleepy realm--
with dreams as big as skyscrapers
and hopes as corporal as the generational delve---
Make sure you dont politely sneak up on me
Come with sound! -- Come---
With the wind in the middle.
Are we gonna sleep off the slopes?
Draw circles into the ground, with our special
hollywood arms, all milky to the bone--
All intentionally spoken for---
Birth became the Ocassion's spell
and our drive to overcome the men in masks---
became like blood.
If we ever touch--
Let it be at a Master Mind's provision--
All awesome and out of breathe--
like leaving home for the first time
to live by the ocean.
I am humble, I am full of life
and full of love, all penetrating to the screens---
all full of TV---- the news has nothing but
multiplied facts calling as crimes, lets---
pick a restaurant and run around! Come!