by Dale Houstman <dmh7@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
>
Aug 10, 2008 at 12:00 AM
FarStar wrote:
> It's 3:15
>
> When no longer found to other's vision
> a beer gets drunk, and assholes get punked
> signs get started and poems get thunk
> wildmagic blooms in stars above
> wild hearts loom the magic of love
>
> When a beer gets drunk and assholes are getting punked
> mankind is better for it
> nuff said
> except that perhaps nothing comes for free
> when one tries to build a better futurosity
>
> When signs get started and poems get thunk
> consciousness is harkened to foam at the front
> erasers get nibbled, conformity funked
> and wheels get driven past driveling frivility
> making what one prays to be a better day
>
> When wildmagic blooms in stars above
> constellations wave back and footsteps glow
> doorways appear and overgrowth folds
> sanctuary holds for your souls sojourn
> past delusion, past preoccupation, and straightjackets alive otherwise.
>
> When wild hearts loom the magic of love
> glamours wished become reality
> while perhaps nothing comes for free
> the wheels get driven past driveling frivility
> in striving for heaven for who wouldn't want to
> when wild hearts loom the magic of love
Billions and Billions
No.
There is not a beer sign in the stars.
Take out your erasers
And remove the day's yellow wheel.
dmh
