OneidaDreamer

Frozen funnel thought storm; a degree of listlessness
can overtake your soul
My soul-quarium swims through bull**** like
The prow of God's Canoe!!
My pack of wolves don't take no ****!

It might seem arcane too
tap the "Great Mystery" on the shoulder;
We've been pushing the limit for years;
Fused confused, confounded, rewounded-resonance discordant
afterthought blends into eons

I've got ten broken training wheels in my pocket
and I'll thorw them at you, just to see if anyone's listening
Back before the printed word, souls were sung back to the
heavens
My Pow-Wow lasts every day of my life, can't steal those dances
You won't find them on M.T.V.; no Jive Man!
And if you do, Quick! someone go find an Anthropologist!
Cuz the drugs just wore off and we're out of smokes/coffee....