Feelings In A Pocket

survey:

what are in your pockets?

Feelings in a pocket
Pocket of a lonely nomad
His feelings are for sale
Well, he needs to earn a living

Reach in and feel
Feel the colours explode
Facade of a lonely nomad
Truths hidden in his pocket


what are your views/experiences with masturbation?

Masturbation, contemplation, perturbation
A decision made from a mental agitation
A rule of thumb, a stroke of genius
Mastering contentment with a single performance

Pocket
Reach in and take out a feeling
What is it?
Ecstasy


do you think the sky is a link to divinity?

Ah, the divinity of the sky
Vast, empty and yet sublime
Hey, let your imaginations run wild
But, can't link a thought to what isn't real

Pocket
Reach in and take out a feeling
What is it?
Awe... and longing...?


if you were to live in the early societies of history (3500 to 500 B.C.E) where would you want to live and why? for example, mesopotamia, egypt, etc

Space and time means nothing and everything
Lands under the stars are different and the same
A confused man once asked "to be or not to be?"
What if we could all vanish in a disappearing act?

Pocket
Reach in and take out a feeling
What is it?
Resentment filled with deep regret


what do you think about modern marriages?

Love is a feeling that has eluded the masses
The misconception of chasing down a dream
No longer sacred and no longer believable
So they get married to their own responsibilities

Pocket
Reach in and take out a feeling
What is it?
... Sorrow in scepticism


which religion/belief system do you associate with the most?

The travelling eyes of a lonely nomad
Sees more than the mind could comprehend
The only thing he has is his self
The only thing he trusts is his death

Pocket
Reach in and take out a feeling
What is it?
Serenity


why do you think that is?

I am what I am
Who I am and how I am
A lonesome lonely nomad
And a lonelier obscure pocket

Spend an hour or maybe four
Conversations to pass the bore
Conversations, and perhaps something more
Spend an hour, maybe three, maybe four

Just remember though
My thoughts, are my own
But...
My feelings... you can own