The Chaos Tourist

 lost or found song/poem draft

The Chaos Tourist

Ravens eat carrion

Real Like Flesh

A fantasy like money

Costs Alliot, lot less.

It's not leave me alone

It's leave me be

I've tales to write

& Lives to Be.

Of course I'm problematic

I want peace, to be

without heat at my back.

or cold at my feet

Yeah I stepped outside

killed someone who

tried to kill me

Fed a couple ravens up

asked them "why can't

they let, ever let

let a man be--"

and of course I'm problematic

I want peace, to be

not wedged between people stones

not staked down at my feet

& I guess it's symptomatic

how could I grasp that in my dreams

Got my lungs and grip miles in

Nurture that today you

can only find in dreams

The people in this world

they teach me nothing true

& I bite my clove

and set my way

reaching star light blue

Setting off

for who knows where

In cold and far, chill

chill blue

Setting off for

who knows where

nurture affords

someone who

#Poetry #Poems #Creations #Wanderers #TreeRoot #METAalgorithm #CensorFireHeart #HumanitysWindow #Digitalage #Pendulum #Raven #Roaming #Resurrect #Myspace #CharacterArt #TheMob #Inquisition #Bohemian #FolkArt #Americana #ThePendulum #ThePendulum #ThePendulum #TheMakersDream #WakingDream #JerseyShore #Prius #Prion #Priapus #Scaper #Boomer #Zoomber #Banktastic #nepotism #Subterfuge #ArchetypeExpresson #StarlightBlue #ProjectLookingGlass #SoulProtection #BrightSpiritus #FeedHipstersToDragons #FundedByTrustFundManHaters #TheBigRascals The Point of the Study of Peace *&* Human Intergral advance in Nervous System Expansion

Another Highway Song

 

It's another highway song
It's been one all along
One not put up to sale
Like freightship, held in long

And it's another highway song
In fact it's always been
Those who know what they'd shipped
Can't sleep an eye shut,
Can't pretend

But in another way song,
A wayfarer in fashion land
It's better to beat the censors
Or be so bare, in tight-thread demands.

Unless the older fables
of worlds of Earth, yet worlds beneath
Were well read all the time
Who'd know what way songs mean.
So they'd say to light a candle,
nowdays turn on LCD
You'd read, like Hansel, and Gretel
or lift the lashes if now to see.