- Mar 19, 2001
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let your soul's retina
connect with my words/
see where I'm coming from
to know where you're going
There is a place / your place
that is hidden deep inside of me/
free of the sediment of this
"crazy *** world"
this place will seek your moans
drink your tears...wipe your brow
and lick the sweat that collects
/where you were once connected to
your mother
This place is the monastery
where your image is chanted
onto the walls of orgasm/my descriptive
syllables of you are air brushed symphonies
that even Mozart can't comprehend/
(c)2005 Blakverb "Blak's Verbs"
connect with my words/
see where I'm coming from
to know where you're going
There is a place / your place
that is hidden deep inside of me/
free of the sediment of this
"crazy *** world"
this place will seek your moans
drink your tears...wipe your brow
and lick the sweat that collects
/where you were once connected to
your mother
This place is the monastery
where your image is chanted
onto the walls of orgasm/my descriptive
syllables of you are air brushed symphonies
that even Mozart can't comprehend/
(c)2005 Blakverb "Blak's Verbs"