I would gorge on Art,
but for the indigestion;
cartoons are more fun.
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I would gorge on Art,
but for the indigestion;
cartoons are more fun.
cartoons are more fun
fracture doesn't mean comic
that is just for fun!
until he was cold!
his wept face of desire
Oh silly poet
Oh silly poet
you touch my heart with your words
I love you so much
"I love you so much"?
Oh, am I interrupting
something I shouldn't?
something I shouldn't?
that's none of my biz at all
I'm a broken face !
(haha)
I'm a broken face,
but my fingers still work fine;
typing is easy.
typing is easy
but I don't find words to type
my fingers are sprained
my fingers are sprained,
I wish jon would come back, his
haikus are high-class.
haikus are high-class
but how can you comprehend
with a tiny brain
With a tiny brain?
I've been told that it's average,
but maybe they lied.
but maybe they lied
lying may be fun for them
but I am confused
but I am confused...
are both of us perplexed?
Maybe I should stop.
Maybe I should stop
or may be we both stopped
and gave others chance
And gave others chance,
though it's not you fault you write
and that they do not
and that they do not
write, they may be busy
or having some fun
or having some fun
out and about or maybe
they're at school right now
they're at school right now
God knows what they are reading
the book lies with me
the book lies with me
Says I will find you in your
sundress...the book closes.
sundress...the book closes.
Be my endless visitor
mornings of long looks
mornings of long looks
in the middle of the sky,
stars buried in fists
stars buried in fists,
The North star my seductress,
stalking galaxies
stalking galaxies,
blue jewels, I'm knee deep in sky
come over and play!
come over and play
I have sharps and you have flats
rock the eighty-eights!
rock the eighty-eights
because tomorrow it's gone
morning comes too soon
morning comes too soon
Ah, these short short summer nights
too brief for lovers
too brief for lovers
Beat fifties, hippie sixties.
Let's start a decade!
Let's start a decade
the recipe can't be hard
turn up the music
turn up the music
dance the mambo under stars
Say thanks for the sky.
Say thanks for the sky
sink your toes into the sand
smile to be alive :p
smile to be alive,
in lips upturned your sorrows
may be forgotten.
may be forgotten
but how? those days of love are
my only treasure !
my only treasure
are those bits of distant green,
now that my tree's gone...
now that my tree's gone...
now that I am standing in
the scorched sun alone !
the scorched sun alone
couldnt warm me enough, so i
had to come to you...
had to come to you...
as you are my last resort
when storms choke my breath
When Stroms choke my breath
With many relentless gale
I struggle on home
I struggle on home
a place where I can be me
to savour rainbows
to savour rainbows
momentary existence
stop time from moving
stop time from moving
we are no more ourselves
we are lost in love