Thursday, December 4, 2014

"Intricate Palate"


Enter the forbidden zone
No reinforcements to deny me as I freely roam
Sleepless nights, eyes look like I’m really stoned
But, in reality I’m really bored…
Time to reinvent the palate, so...
Throw mushshrooms in my salad
Intellect minds easily avoid madness
Practice takes fractions off the wristwatch
I take risks, doors of perception I’m known to pick locks
Experience new beginnings, fresh start over and over
Reset the road maps, parade with grenades in hand like a soldier 
Blowing up the past, present in the moment
Must move forward, but first it’s only right to make atonement
It’s just a graze, no need to bandage
The damage will dissipate, place no emphasis on what’s vanished
In search of relics, optical illusions are endless
Lucid dreams make me question physical laws and how to bend them
Too naughty for love ballads, too graphic for a porn actress
Been there, done that, many a time flipped a torn mattress
The riddle is intricate, but I know finishing's imminent
Left a couple of habits behind in hopes of regaining innocence
Some run through lines like immigrants
Some drink the petro until their liver splits
One life to live, pay attention to specifics

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