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@honeypotter96
Just a guy. Who is your favorite artist?
In the golden desert We rang us a bell On top of the Mound I wished you well Near the diamond river Where my thoughts fell I wrote this love note So you would look back and spell
We’re always looking for a host, From coast to coast The host with the most: Most love Most joy Most altruism Most plan always looking for the Master Author For him me Stan
I sparkle, You shine, Just give it some time. You’ll be mine, I’ll be yours, and we’ll be just fine, Copper, Gold and Silver, The moonless night sky loves when we deliver.
Even if you try to reach me, If you try to kiss me, You already missed me -From one workaholic to another, keep on white lighting
You were my lifeline My way back My lure My reel Part of my process to heal Just let me let my hope shine Don’t get the line twisted In the end I’ll be fine I’ll be mine In the desert sands Where still time stands I stand and sit still And meditate to heal Just let me be real Just let me reel
I too was once an explorer, But travel safe, I implore you. Before you cast that net, Study the current, Every wave you met. You get one chance, The sea tide ripples, At that first glance.
Bansky Exhibit in Austin - you can spray a stencil on a T-shirt at the end!
There is no ”Misunderstanding,” men of greed, men of evil eye. Even with shattered wings, I can still function, I can still fly.
“Promise me, you’ll never stop. Keep them coming, Tiger“ Mary Jane had said. Moist and wet, Her eyes had wept. Peter had slang her a web, Tragic and sad. He fought for the world, The life they could have had.
They Fell on a Sunday, After the rain, But before the Reign. They fell from the Top, A Witch and hers pots, And a Raven, With his ink blots.
Engulf me in your Angelic flame, I’m yours to mend and tame. No one else to punish or blame, You already Know my Enochian name. Fell to Terrana, oh what a shame, Once full of gold and honey, now they’re turned moldy and lame.
Something tacky, But from the sleeve, You are my heart’s key. Angel of heavenly fire, My heart’s true desire, Resonating with me. Two to tango, One to lead, I’ll write you some poetry, Put on a show, finally freed.
With all hearts aligned, We know how to tow line. The blind leading the blind, The rest have lost their hearts, And their mind.
Come home and sweep the Floor, close the Windows and the Tor. Don’t focus on the overseas war: Our country in spirit, is piss poor. Do we want the American Dream? Red white and blue at the core, Tell me why, the Lion Roars?
Look me in the eye, Tell me you have no envy, That you have enough pride That you don’t cheer on thy enemy That remorse is no lie! That you once cried When the enemy won That we are of equal spirit, Army of One!
From gavel to grave, Few are saved, Those that are brave Have homes to save. Please don’t quit now, Home of the pride, Home of the proud, Even if I sing too loud!
Too old to move fast, The Pigs of War, Won the war last. The war was lost, At too high a cost, Their lust, greed and stupidity, Led to the last Holocaust.
Codename Twisted Metal Be careful pushing the pedal, Twice the fun Without a gun Easy way To CYA Be careful or you’ll wind up with rose petals
I spoke to an angel, A deal was made, they named me Maven, Meaning Eaven, Because I wasn’t Odd. Because I did as I was told. Because I was forever in the Fold.
I once knew a Patrician A fellow spelling BeE Champ. She was a silent tactician. Love and Longing lit her Lamp. Ever the Erydite Librarian, She fought for Joy and Hope, The Injustice Contrarian. At long last, she Double Dutched her rope, She could no longer cope, With the slippery slope… … .. .
. .. … The Librarian would rather be a Gardener. A Gold and Silver Mettle Farmer, A splendid teacher, a Kinder-Guarder, Thee Kinder Garden’s Grand Daughter. … .. .
If we were in danger, And I was about to pistol whip a stranger, I would need to know she could hold back our Anger, I need a real Pink Ranger. -Kool heads prevail
She needs to have Goodness, She needs to be Kind, She needs to have Glow, To know what’s on my Mind.