Motions of life move
to the motion of the people;
Brought to the succession of life,
May dreams be drempt on clouds
Of sunsets
Cast into starlight *maskarades
And childhood ambitions.
As the motion seeks,
Sliding deeper,
Into the sweetest goodbyes of past regressions
And forwards into the stones of the universe.
I’ve bled in the pits of fire
And danced in the circle of love;
Now, storms affect my heart
At levels only my sticks and stones
Have come to know;
These bones standing
As pillars to the sky scraper I’m becoming.
Leave your falsehoods at the door,
Lie yourself on the railroad of truth;
Lost freedom yearns
To be bought on the sales rack.
Search to find yourself in the stars;
Gravitating down
On the leaves in the midst of the fall;
Swimming in the bluest of our sky,
In the visions of our imaginations,
If this is our beginning,
I don’t ever want to touch the finish line.
Doing what best I do,
Truly Love,
Jonny Bamboo!
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