Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Notepad

Tiny notepad, so sad and blue
Tiny notepad, it's time I had you
On the bed, my pen is in
On the edge, my pen is skin
I've almost filled
Almost spilled
Enough ink, I think
to impregnate the page with glaze

Ray of sun
Son of Ra
Ran off soon
Noose ran of
Rain off sod
God coughs

So sayeth these words and he knew TRUTH is in the putting
the idea to page. Osiris to papyrus. Set to drum set. Anubis to groove. His needle to groove. Thought to ACTION.

The barrel of a loaded gun only saves one: Word (left)
Peace: Can't cease if we are anthrophiles

Files Edit Views of
New Documents of
Consciousness of conscience that wish to see it all

OMNISCIENT: LIKE a fly on the wall
Like this, or comment "Psych skills uncommon"

Face facts five of five tend to trend to ten true things that tell two rules

Book 1: Old 2: New
Treat others the way you'd treat you

Carpal, carpal, metacarpal. Why drive outside the carpool lane if it all ends here. It's not about the heart but the vein you take there.
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