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A mirrored line Thinly cut visions, Its not even worth it to nickel and dime, I cant break the rockers traditions One gram or Two? How rude, to conclude, one or two would satisfy you Three grams or Four? Still inconsiderate, to insinuate, Three or four would even reach your core Five grams or Six? Really?  More?  I think I know what you have in store, A kilo is how you get your kicks, The only trick for your fix Cut presicely to a key, With enough we just might be free Gone up in white clouds, What is this feeling so profound? I twitch in heaven, I tingle in hell, But right now. . .I am numb in this bliss

The event horizon is in her eyes where time bends and breaks and the heart of me resides in between these infinite skies of mine is where her true intentions lye Shes my, cosmic lover in her mystery, I try to discover the ressurection of, a mythical lover but again i find myself tangled in the pull of her forcefull soul is it in her lips? her lustful fingertips? or is it in her sexy hips? will they be the ladder to the stars (a path beyond jupiter and mars) and endless path to reach her kiss Shes my cosmic lover in her mystery, I try to discover the ressurection of, a mythical lover the fire she bares takes me to my knees

Sitting; Sipping The Cognac dripping The hookah gone up in smoke, To revoke, The weight of a dreadful day Lost in a sea of melodic jazz A moment no one else has; What a delight A coffee house of familiar faces Acoustic beat races A moment everyone chases; What a delight.

I awake from my slumber and stretch to the heavens The sound of tearing bandages startles my senses Morning dew caresses my tattered naked flesh and the breaking sun warms my exhausted heart I breathe the crisp air as if life has just dawned on me anew Pushing away from my satin sheets I feel lost; where am I? I inquire to the coming day from 'my' window I realize I have awoken in a foreign place both to my soul and eyes I have no knowledge of who I am or of my origin, How perplexing. . . I begin to unravel the mystery of my bandage covered body Scars defacing my image are my only understanding of passed dawns Who was I yesterday?

On this foggy and Groggy day I find myself lost in perplexing thought Wandering through the clouds of my mind Wisdom and knowledge surpassing the skies If only I could catch a moment of time If what I thought I knew could determine the intricacyof my butterfly net Not only could I capture and converse with the moon But the stars as well! Although it is the ages of the sun that I desire Even MY net burns under its magnificence Until these clouds clear I will never know the marvels of the sister sun And so I wait in the pale intellect of the night Until the morning comes In hopes that it brings new life, knowledge and ease, To a