When I look at the earth, I see a woman But not in the dirt, more like in the ocean When I look at the earth, I'm happy she gave birth To my precious girl and these pretty strange birds When I look at the earth, I really want to flirt Take off my shirt and show her her own work I'm in love with her symmetry and her topography And I love to lay under a tree with her on top of me With her I never frown cuz I'm a king with a crown But when the tears come down she can flood the whole town If you want more metaphors to die for Let creativity be my chore I will pick my brain apart into crumbs to properly entertain your ear drums Let us begin with snares and drum bass That which shakes the spines of vertebrates Followed by generous amounts of cymbals That which excite the walls of your temples Music is great cuz you can make it yourself And it gets better as it sits on the shelf Beethoven did it, even though he was deaf And now his spirit, lives long after his death Camouflaged in a beautiful symphony Sound comes together as a trojan army Invading your brainwaves' frequency And this happens quite frequently You are influenced to such a degree by little vibrations you cant even see How frustrating that really must be Poor humans, no wonder they're crazy Let your imagination run wild with style Indulge in the fashion dont be shy hit dial call me up now son, ill stir up your passion make your brain functions spin like tires with no traction You had a choice but it seemed you chose my voice Dont get too close though I dont want a divorce Now I'm no Pink Floyd when I play with these music toys But it brings me joy like a kid with his chips ahoys Follow my words to the tee if you wanna see Vivid imagery that's beyond your capacity Rising sharply above the dry desert bed the sleeping Indian, yeah the Indianhead Trekking with eyes red I see ghostly arrowheads Flying by my head I foresee the bloodshed Imagination, brings back the undead The mountain lion, leaves them all dead These jagged peaks got me interested Might spend a few weeks out here instead Climb them all with the muscles that you fed If you don't fall remember what I said Here I sit on this mountain slope I'm getting sick but the scene is dope Here I learned how to climb on snow And here I burn calories so slow Or so it seems because when I'm here It's like my dreams, I fly everywhere But today we explored Tahquitz Ridge Found a way to climb up the steep edge Then we were greeted by a sea of clouds So therapeutic I could sing out loud That I love this place cuz it keeps me sane and I froze in place the first time I came sorry.. ramblings.. peace!
Some great wild imagery here! If rhyming gets in your way then forget about rhyming. You don't need it. Everybody is probably better off without rhyming. The ryhme in poetry is dying. Anyway, there's some really good lines here. You got talent dude.
