all my love
a spirit is a spirit is a spirit i say
doesn’t matter if he’s pure fur
and lives only to play
no matter if it’s human. no matter if it’s smart.
for he is in my spirit, i can feel him
for that he has my heart.
The Land of Sahara Lotti
a book tightly shut is but a block of paper……..inside my brain…….my brain is still not tired…Archive for July, 2007
and i see the light “the angels”
a twinkle in the dark
unexpected in this haze
endless sorrow
in this painful phase
a voice with the answers
its the angels they say
where have you been
been searching night and day
cannot remember the words
only the feeling i heard
but it was more than a million
and less then one
all saying the same
all saying the same
you’ll get by
yes you will
i’ll get by
yes i will
soon they say
give it some time
just time
you shall fly
I recorded it to music…kinda funky…kindy speaky…at one point it’s kind of Jim Doorsish.
different ways to church
The more i interact with the less aware, the more spiritual I become. as I thank God daily. that I’m not a moron. Hare hare krishna.
it’s on
it’s on baby it’s on. everything under the sun. the spirit moves through me … this and that. that and this. feel the bliss. making sense. moving thru. “back magick” coming to a theater near you!
ain’t nobodies business
Eating dinner with a bunch of people in a hut. Had to clear my mind. Fresh fish they caught today. Poke. I am in Ipod control. I choose the music. I am very proud of my choices. But no one cares. No one cares about the music. They care about the conversation. I can’t even hear the conversation because all I hear is the music. It’s maybe the difference between me and the people? Between Mack and the music, I can find happiness. Almost.
i believe
I do believe
have that tatooed on my wrist
Doesn’t mean I’m not irritated
and raging pissed.
