stonerfromohio
Bluelighter
I see you as a bright Buddha
The coo of your laughter serenades me
So warm and cuddly
Your embrace melts my heart
Where has this mind of mine been
So caught up in sin
I could never see the light present in you
I’m so sorry I hurt you
I never knew how much you meant to me
Just thinking about you not being here
It brings a tear
The sear of pain that I inflicted
On one I loved to such great depths
Please forgive me
Never stop loving me
We will be liberated and free together
A soul incarnated into your womb for a reason
The odds with your half an ovary was 1 in a million
But I know it was meant to be
God put you hear
I have no fear everything will be alright
Shine your love radiate your brightness
Let me tune in to your clear sightedness
Maybe this newborn was torn between which womb-cave to enter
Karmic manifestations chased him to us
In our tantric embrace
He found a loving place to try again
Never know when life will make your head spin
Was in a sleep-walking state
Full of undisclosed hate
Thank you for waking me up before it was too late
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Compassion is the new fashion in a world gone to peace
Compassion is the new fashion
In a world gone to peace
But it can only happen in a world not asleep
Only a place where people are wide O-wake
Their third eyes open
Their intuition seeing spirit everywhere
Not a care in the world
Not a being in the world
No action not contemplated
No action debated
Only endless care to each and every moment
Each movement of non-movement is meaningful
Powerful, important, yet meaningless all the same
No person seeks fame
No lame talk
No ego walk
Only endless artistic side-walk chalk
That draws dreams on the pavement
Manifesting wisdom clearly
Gently
Softly
Divinely
Smile the mouths orgasm
Agape on every human in this dream of “mine”
This can only happen where the light may shine
Nobody to whine
Only souls
All the people with holes for whom they thought the bell tolls are cycling through fire
To burn the dirt away
Soon to rejoin all the people who loved each day
This is an odd idea, just a passion illusory form
Maybe some meaning wrought from this poem of this world torn
Lucid half-wakesleepdream
The coo of your laughter serenades me
So warm and cuddly
Your embrace melts my heart
Where has this mind of mine been
So caught up in sin
I could never see the light present in you
I’m so sorry I hurt you
I never knew how much you meant to me
Just thinking about you not being here
It brings a tear
The sear of pain that I inflicted
On one I loved to such great depths
Please forgive me
Never stop loving me
We will be liberated and free together
A soul incarnated into your womb for a reason
The odds with your half an ovary was 1 in a million
But I know it was meant to be
God put you hear
I have no fear everything will be alright
Shine your love radiate your brightness
Let me tune in to your clear sightedness
Maybe this newborn was torn between which womb-cave to enter
Karmic manifestations chased him to us
In our tantric embrace
He found a loving place to try again
Never know when life will make your head spin
Was in a sleep-walking state
Full of undisclosed hate
Thank you for waking me up before it was too late
------
Compassion is the new fashion in a world gone to peace
Compassion is the new fashion
In a world gone to peace
But it can only happen in a world not asleep
Only a place where people are wide O-wake
Their third eyes open
Their intuition seeing spirit everywhere
Not a care in the world
Not a being in the world
No action not contemplated
No action debated
Only endless care to each and every moment
Each movement of non-movement is meaningful
Powerful, important, yet meaningless all the same
No person seeks fame
No lame talk
No ego walk
Only endless artistic side-walk chalk
That draws dreams on the pavement
Manifesting wisdom clearly
Gently
Softly
Divinely
Smile the mouths orgasm
Agape on every human in this dream of “mine”
This can only happen where the light may shine
Nobody to whine
Only souls
All the people with holes for whom they thought the bell tolls are cycling through fire
To burn the dirt away
Soon to rejoin all the people who loved each day
This is an odd idea, just a passion illusory form
Maybe some meaning wrought from this poem of this world torn
Lucid half-wakesleepdream
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