Perched on a bar stool
Statuesque and proud
Her long legs a flashing
Posing for the crowd
...
You think you know reality
But that’s not true at all
What might be true, or not be true
Just shadows on the wall
...
Two monks walked
a muddy path
to a mountain stream
waiting there, in great despair
...
I want to hold your hand
I want to squeeze you tight
I want to love you honey
with all my might
...
Never love a drama queen
I know that fact for sure
If you try to change them
You’ll find that there’s no cure
...
Jacob saw the world
with all its misery and pain
he called upon his god
and asked him to explain
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I’m just a hopeless romantic
This I admit
No matter the adversities
I never quit
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You’re the morning sun that warms me
You’re the early morning dew.
You’re the clouds that form in heaven
in the assure skies of blue.
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Love falls on us in mysterious ways
Sometime in moments
Sometime in days
Whether it’s lust, or whether it’s true
...
From birth to death
we live in our mind
truth and confusion
closely entwined.
...
What is awareness?
Awareness is the subjective experience of consciousness, occurring in the here and now, determined by our attention, and interpreted by our beliefs.
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I searched within
to find the truth
found wounds unhealed
left from my youth
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Fishing From A Barstool
Perched on a bar stool
Statuesque and proud
Her long legs a flashing
Posing for the crowd
Looking for some interest
Some attention going her way
She wanted just another drink
But someone else to pay
Her makeup carefully painted
Rouge upon her cheek
Her dress cut down the side
To provide a little peek
The bait was set
The hook prepared
It was time to wait
She knew if she waited long enough
They'd come knocking at her gate
But time passed and no one came
No one I could see
But to my surprise her luck was good
The fish she caught was me.