There I lie on my back watching clouds go by seas of winds pass me on my face and butterflys utilise the energies that was offered from the sky I see a dragon, then a dog And a wagon that pass me by On the sea of my imagination I close my eyes and drift in wander Then from a distance I hear a thunder Those clouds have darkened their rage and nature has turned the page to a gloomy and withering state of what echos in my mind on the sea of my imagination I pick myself up to a standing position and head towards the home of my tradition see the brown leaves falling from the trees raindrops wet my curly hair people stood and stare on the sea of my imagination I wave a goodbye no one answers I don't know why their faces angry as I go by Expectations from a cloudy day has been interrupted to a gray situation on the sea of my imagination. Produce of Dovey
Another one I wrote. This one's called "That's cool" She comes to me with her scented fragrant flying over my head with a defiant look on her knowing face "What do you know?"I ask my lady "Am I so shallow? I cannot escape your view," And she leadith me to the corner of her empty room A bed, a chair and a carpet loomed lying on the floor Then she leaves me to my self and as I look around I notice a faint yonder sound Coming from outside the window My curiosity bites my hollow mind Am I going blind? The window was a picture of the future Doomed doomed to wither and rot She touched me and I freezed on the spot "It's alright." said she with a smile "I left you just for a while Come dance with me my silly fool." I grabbed her by the waist and said "That's cool."
Thank you trippinBTM This next one is called "The Queen of Soho" I hope you lyou like this one" Yet, my love Where have we met? In space? On land? Don't know yet But I seek thee, my erotic dream To me you seem Like a torrent yet to be free. And what do you need? Oh Queen of Soho My eyes sqwint as I enter my seed Inside of thee, ho ho ho ho I arch my back and see thy dragon Riding on the trail pulling a wagon Love of my days I see you in a haze but as I grasp your waist and draw thee to me I taste Your lips fresh like a flower full of life and power.
