Being Free

There is a light in the fresh air tonight.  I laugh and I see your curiosity.  How can we be minions to the diseased, but all knowing of their pornography.  I love the glow in the right, but not the left.  Eyes of Blue is after you.  It is time to run in your dreams.  See the tree of LSD and plant a toad at the base.  I liked the smile on your gentle face.  It is complicated when you are so hated.  It is not me, it is the tree.  Let us be telepathic by the sea, and say okay to be being watched that day.  It has happened since I was wee.  My grandfather is the one who planted that tree.  Touch me not, it is a soar spot.  I try to aim the bow at police.  In these times they are so diseased.  I put my hand in the sand and you push the grains on top of me.  Sometimes it is nice to have someone enter my mind story with gentle imagery.  I can say that you are attractive without ever being sexually active.  Let us learn a new verse in the old melody.  I just want to be free to race with the sun and calculate the volume of the moon.  Pythagorus is you in a new moon phase.  I will be astrophysics today.  There is a time in the back of your mind when innocent calculations took no time.  There was a boom in the room and your mind was a tomb.  Look at me, my head smashed in.  I am still a fighter and we will win.  Let's go to the U of MN and show them they are immoral and imbecilic nothings.  Kiss me there, and they will light your hair on fire.  So much animosity for Arian team.  Knock knock just wake me up, buttercup, my ear drips with blood.  The machine has beat me up.  I shake it off and it is fine.  I search the landscape for something divine.  You are a clue.  I watch after you.