I’m trying to go somewhere new, with no GPS
A paradise with all the best.
See the sun through the huge leaf that an unknown person kindly keeps fanning over me.
Heat about 88 degrees, tan lines on constant fleek.
Tide high, waves coming in strong on the beach.
I want to be warmed by the sun as the wind keeps me from sweating,
Comfortable , mute, with only the sound of a few in the water jetting.
Finishing up my drink of something with tasteless vodka, heavily stirred, citrus and pink.
Hors d’oeuvres on a tray next to Luigi’s Italian ice,
Samurai Hawaiian frost,
With sugar kanes sticks and fruit kebabs of the most exotic and sweetest picks.
Blunts of Marley rolled tight next to mango’s and a stove lighter bic.
A New York Times bestseller book laying beside me.
Yea, thats it!
I wanna go somewhere nice and warm.
Nice, warm, cozy and lit.
Mark of the Sun,
In a mental paradise,
wicked be born, good be shunned.
False euphoria land of the stunned.
Racing through the wind , riding diamond eyed duns …
Dreaming takes up part of the day,
Putting things in places, we can only hope will be one day.
Mind altering from white to grey, but NEVER black.
Darkness always quickly fades.
Positive energy and neutral views.
Plenty to gain and everything to lose.
Nothing can be incomplete in this world.
Not a note, a book, a song, or a prayers herald; it’ll only leave ones thoughts elusive and irreversibly swirled.
Constantly life stays in motion.
Taking us places that sometimes makes no sense.
Change is inevitable, but are we inevitable to change?
It seems you only feel down when your will is so far away.
Looking up only to bow your head, too shy to gaze.
Be free mind ,
Be confident smile,
Be strong hope.
Be gentle youuu,
by jasmine aka beyond all eyes