Poems from odorijaeheeyim
One bright day, I sat on ground that was grassed,
Looked up at the Sun, to which I asked,
"Oh where, oh where, do I find this thing called...
Mio berceuse, mio berceuse,
how you make my insides loose,
turn me into a silly goose,
my beautiful, cunning, darling deuce.
In the moment of spontaneity,
they jump from reality,
consumed by their insanity,
into the spiral of an eternal city.
We look for the Specials, hunt for the holy ones,
as narrow, puny minds merely search the suns.
Little do they know, that while their...
To you in the world, all us free souls,
those who believe in angels and ghouls,
have faith in time, as when the tide rolls,
the wild ones...