nursed by the child like plow
the bitter sower to shower
every word to be chard
Since there's nothing I could find
That was worth giving you,
I sat down to think a while
And write a line or two
If I had a magic wand
I'd wave it just for you,
And give you anything you'd like
No matter how many or few
If I could give you back the years
You so willingly gave to me
I'm sure that you spend them over again
The same as they used to be
Remember when those days and nights
Instead of going to the fair
I'd always say tell me again
The story of the three little bears
I tried to get a strawberry pie
But they were out of season
Then I thought of gold or pearls
But knew there was no reason
Although you are so often quiet
There's one thing we can say,
You will always be our momma of pearls
forever and a day...
So here's your gift; my sweet momma
My heart; my soul; my love,
My gift to you this Christmas day
Came strictly from above
what do I see a belly looking back at me
traffic in catastrophe live in longevity
make music with my mind casting from behind
noise pollution to be found with a yawn
just to make believe in your heart;
loose to pull some teeth climax with a sheet
look out my window with a smile
just to know a great while
burning bridges across the river Nile;
charmed to cope in the ivory scope
thin minds rob the roof so blind
charm to harm
search
seek within
the preermise to attain
through a Hollywood dream
dig deeper then ever before
another door bell rings
monitor the swing
little kids got the system
through a fragrance to appease
happy is a shallow notive prerssed in & out
blame, bitch & pout
the wires to focus
searching again
my faithful friend to depend
yesterdays swing
fall to the swing,
fragrance to the surface of the wind
bask in the vast expanse between power & love
double dipping transpired the super
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outside we must diss us to form a new brand of circus rejoice in us
memories fade in me the coast is clear from sleeve to sleeve,
the perfect melody leave come along with me you see
charts of puree in the dull to sleep
love is formation spread across its bacon
love s the finest from him to dine with us]
bring on the noise we care bout the cause
freshest of late..,
longing lest it belonging
shaped clear behold the minutes to go
minutes to gain left formidable to see
left through the sonic flames
straight in the hurry of ever closer structure,]
my quest is to be a little bit older
very good in its helm partner
love is king
still smart as the wood
linger on...
a plate of fries left dangling on a woden sofa
building bridges to be no more
you waited for me in a harvest of exploits
the Boogy Man came to whistle in my ear
to let go of any inhibition
back in my stocking drawer
left hope to nothing more
move to soon'
onto the beating door
my mind was playing tricks on me
sought for further relief
the impulse toward addiction
so I sought for freedom
mercy felt on me
to egnite my flame of dire stockings
to willow in the ardent branch
promote the cause of freedom
the stained archer to yesterdays swell
some seek each day as a guest in hell
shows block the in between
yesterday is a given day today we seek not be this way
chosen in the vast amber to the knowledge we need to gain
labor in the sun have a bit of fun...,
chose the distance begin to run
Aura star take you very far
the horse will explain,
such as the Willow tree
distant to believe
parting of the leaves
in every source to believe
shake dreams from your hair.my innocent one
chose the day to have a bit of fun
Aura Star...
ice with snow feelings swept you ought to know
today I stand as a merchant swept in the Tumble Bee
chase past the trees quest to believe
look to the beauty one last time
arm be with harmony given one last time
since the river rose over the woods
It rolls with life in the slap of waters
Trout swim between pines, the fly fisher
whips the lake and the lines
dropped from barely moving boats
tie men to calm spring canyon