you took my hand
took my eggs
took my words
took my car
took me from the kitchen
took the night
with your sweet smile
ordinary
i gave you everything i could
the moment
took hold and i woke
with plants & perfume
in my bed
you took my hand
took my eggs
took my words
took my car
took me from the kitchen
took the night
with your sweet smile
ordinary
i gave you everything i could
the moment
took hold and i woke
with plants & perfume
in my bed
if it were to sound like that it would look like this
and far as i can remember, the trees filled the sky
after each wind i would pick up a leaf
and walk for hours
i'm sorry for the man to love a girl
like me to take you out and spread some
moving and boundless love touch around
the side of sun which burns us to the next one
up with some pepper and salt
over with some mushrooms and carrot
grilled to taste you when you lick your lips
a girl like me
we say to one another
by finger and then tip of the tongue
even to those who do not deserve it
among the walking pedestrian
who would know stars glide like a flying torch
unless you take your eyes up
and listen to the hush in the air
rehearsing behind the scene of the world
the evening comes forward
meant to take her
he brought with him feet
and barely the size of a fist
some food
her lovely legs walked into the other room
kiss that's right
rolling down in color for now
clear from the start what
is full of life crossing a bridge
intangible to the stomach
a humming bird changes direction mid flight
prepared for love
clown fly's by air
or in my head
where oh where
is the driver going to the
airport with style
those dare to be on land
with virus or name
i'll pick them up take them out
call the circus and sign them up
then the man in the tree
of his game it came back to me
torrential beginnings or natural
round evenings touch my heart
while blossom trees open and show
their flowers
return to the darkening stars
and leave for below
in the roots once again
you are commanding alright
how do you royally drive the car
feed the mouth and make a living
by grace om work is everywhere and
in every task a flower is born
a message of surrender is noted
on paper or by voice
the words of my friend
leave me anxious to perform
with might and refinement
my elbow rolling in circles
below the sun with soft earth
i covered my eyes and let my spine
grow
as tall as Joshua tree
plants poses their own strange
link with love
and can transmit energy only with love
makes me think of all things
moving breathing
sharing only if and when
not really now and always
sometimes produced by love
and never does he recognize the
force coming through him
him he thinks is the force
how cute
singing mind
'open up your eyes'
under shades behind fog and through a lens
eyes
ozi went to the eyes
coming forward at me with swift
sweep the mood and taking the
moment by artful clarity
where you at?