Sea Thoughts
By: Mrs. Lady Enthralling
As you ride around
In the fresh brand new scent
Of my water
Thoughts of Thunder Bay make me feel low
As I hold my head down in shame.
Weeping in to a lonely desire of writers block
Scratching the nappy roots of my dread locks.
Shocked that you smiled at me
As I drain my hair
Of after birth of going berserk.
Not knowing what direction
That leads to indiscretion,
Meditation,
Stimulation,
Vacation,
In to the mountain lows
of my suggested say so.
Snatch up my taxes
releasing my hard earn working money
Of my pay so’ s.
Geico cant give you no discount on my insurance
As I speak
You can receive my mind state is ruined.
From influence of a bad card deal called
Satan’s life.
He car jacked my soul
Made me in to the state of mind
Of Seizers.
I need a breather
To be a soul survivor
Extant in
My own heat climates of
Cubic zirconium diamonds
To see the war is inside my head
Games of falling and rising stars
To show Who the real snakes crawling around.
Find my common ground
On when I get down
I let my voice cry flames of
Shooting bullet range
As my pain creep in creeks
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