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Thoughts of the Who's the Cowboy

My father is energy
My mother is Gaia
the man of energy
injected his soul into her
cause he believe in her
Cus the smell
Cus the tone
Embrace a flock of a feather
She shed into you that she breaks
piece of her dust feel onto you
cosmic field walking in your shoe
Breezy and New like a fresh box
With life flowing under the streams
Fog with mystic magic release
Feel that ganja, feel the womb of Gaia
as she makes it safe to plant the garden to breathe
not just to feed, but to nourish and ease
Hold on, but some of us can't see
they zone they faith and now its at its tease
trick your mind to missing your teeth
Like it hardly exist until that sweet evil deciever
give you that first taste.. made out of sorrows and shakes
"BUT IT TASTE SO GOOD! " he say,
but its it right sync for you?
Or is it wanting you to bruise?
Your senses can fade and all is left is what you choosed
The red one or the blue one
The gold or the platinum
the cooper or the silver
all choices to allude
Adopt a form of Memory glitches
Adopt a form of Red malch
Adopt a form of Energy Deficiency
But ABLE TO KEEP my faith grounding.!

so forget your words
your sounds
your codes in numbers
your dates and times
we don't want a war
we all want everyone to stop fighting
smoke some weed
go outside to communicate
Your just upset that under these distractions
theirs a rainbow of peace along the ends
of each rainbow of four and three.!
So no hate, no distractions, no tricks
Unless you want the biggest trick of all
WE ARE ALL unBalanced beings learning to Balance

oneness to our children
as the know more then we do
as why we protect them
as we protect self
they reflection of you
as they are the reflection of self
the purest form of the honeydew,
and the wicked world is deceived
by the darkest tower of doom,
but every shine is brighter by mind
that you have control
in confidence
courage and faith ,
keep hold onto it before that is illegal.
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Submitted by princess_e on November 01, 2017

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