[28 Dec 2009|04:17am] bonsai_guy I enjoyed the film Nine. post comment

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The Quintessence of my Reflections [25 Dec 2009|04:43am] bonsai_guy I will one day write my autobiography. It might have a title similar to the subject of this post. It's technically Christmas, 2009. I am still alive, feeling somewhat fine. Plexus to plexus our magnetized cages lock together and it feels too good to be true Heart to heart it may be hard to tear us apart, and if we did, what would I do? We can't see eachother, just past our shoulders I know you're there, you're just another part of me. Solar winds carry us to our place We know our love shines brighter, it holds us tighter than Everyday, in your face. We know our love shines brighter than everyday, wrapped with lace. I'm reeling in a fish Now I bite my lip You bite my lip in two pieces fry them up and serve them, delicious Brush my skin with your frizzly hair, brushes in your hand paint the land where we felt the touch of God. Can you see through the screen? It's a dream, and it's all I mean . . . My mistake, I didn't mean to mistake you, for real It all just seemed so real, I couldn't hide my zeal Could you feel my headache? Can you ride an earthquake? Could you let your booty shake? Can you let your foot off the brake? Let it spin, let it spin. Let's begin to be friends, for real. 1 comment|post comment

[22 Dec 2009|03:59am] bonsai_guy On my island of stability I feel the waves approachin' me My feet, they can't be seen As they have been Buried at sea The trees, they ain't as green as they used to be And the ocean's much colder Or maybe we're just older now Can't see green, can't see what's seen My island of stability Amongst the worlds insanity I thought would always have to be under me But I was never over thee Just under your spell At the bottom of your well I really hope I will get out of you soon This island of stability Was all that I could see But it was shaking free very slowly Now it's too late, these plate tectonics Jostled me into thoughts about migration Out of this unnatural hibernation I hope this won't be it for me Stuck with myself Alone on an island called Stability post comment

Coyote Swallow [18 Dec 2009|03:32am] bonsai_guy [ music | Stomach Gurgling ] Don't follow that man. Don't follow. He'll take you and he'll leave you hollow. Don't lie with that man, you'll be left to wallow With a soul a field of storms and showers. Don't follow that man, he's going to the grave. And he's gonna make room for you, too, you slave. Don't follow that man, he don't even shave. That road is flooded darkness roaring like water wave Don't follow that man, dark eyes and dark heart. He'll look right through your balls then he'll tear you apart. He works from the insides, takes pride in his outsides Is he strange or shallow? Don't take what coyote swallow Swallow that pride, arms open wide Let your livin' free flow, flow with the tide Don't follow that demon out to that sea My darling stay home, ici with me. Don't follow. Don't follow that man. 1 comment|post comment

Poems for T & B [15 Dec 2009|01:02pm] bonsai_guy [ music | This is the Day- The The ] You were a dream come true You were maya, my little dream come true But like in your dreams, like in typical dreamy dream-dreams I didn't know how to do anything, it seems. I was just sleeping, all this time I been sleeping. My head's been on a flying pillow Trying to fly away right back to you. But I was never with you. Who were THOSE guys? Who did they think they could be? They seemed so strange, yet not much different than you and me. Who WERE those guys? Did you see their eyes? They were tired of each other, it's such a surprise, Crust in the corner of the sunrise . . . I wanna laugh with you, about those people. I wanna get next to you and laugh about those silly people. I wanna laugh about the past, but I can't, I just can't. We were so young, I was so high-strung. This song has already been sung. We both wanted someone to be the one, but we were two strange things Two crazy things. Watch how the love springs to the next victim Love will evict 'em out'a their temples. There are so many fine examples. 1 comment|post comment

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