residual tides, subliminal rides
up and down the roller I go
spinning through the cabbage patch I glow
inside out, right side up
backwards to and fro, my mind watches the clouds
bright humming birds do speak
telling a poem of those still meek
dark tides of angry horizons colorful...
Life twirls by and by
Mathematical images used to tune in crystal clear before the headaches began
The demons still haunt my life from dream to dream
Their grasp but one of may, the talons scratching the depths of the immaterial I call my mind
but the pen and paper are my true...
Have any of you ever wondered what may be at the edge of the universe?
Tried to go sideways outside the three dimensional frame?
5th dimensional travel? But thats for superstrings!
Yes, there was a time when the demons chased me, and then I chased the bottle. Weird sensation...