Monday, December 27, 2010

Orgone Way Poem

The movie stars, the sports millionaires, the CEO's.
Dream catchers like unknown woods.
Where did they come from? What broken
Paths did they resurface?

I’m driving  a Corvette. I’m
Throwing that wicked curve ball. I’m saving those armored
Doctors. Fantasy Like ice.
My eyes
Telling me it’s more than sitting like
The Buddha.

Than the breath flows.
Than the I won’t changes to I will.
Standing up to your father when the
Belt comes out.
Trap me in a corner and get in
Touch with your savior.

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