Come to me,
I’ll come to you.
I will give you my hand,
will you trust me enough,
to accept me,
for what and who I am.
Take me as i would you,
Take me to floor,
who leads who,
Who wants to,
be as close, just to know and ask “is that a colgate smile?”
So move in and lets dance the love and be in love all the way.
Shift to the left,
Stray to the right,
continue on the path.
I know its been so long to be on the road to. . .
where the hell is that marker.
Aah my gps.
Damn cheap machines, now if i just follow that north star,
Dangnabit its daytime and i cant find no Mcdonalds in sight.
hmm… where am i going anyway.
Guess im gonna ramble on, and love every minute on this road.
I’ll be holding you tight,
in my dreams. . .
in my room. . .
in my hands. . .
to close my hands,
so i can hold your eyes in my heart.
so i can love your heart within my lips.
I’d love to love you,
but how when we cant stop the mess inside ourselves.
They say behind every man, lies the support of a woman.
What if, that woman was chased, and never got tamed,
in the process,
the man became his own,
“Don’t steal, just borrow”
-Size of Sorrow, “Everybody loves a happy Ending” Tears for Fears.
We all do it anyway,
since Raphael did the first Mural,
Bonnaroti just did that on a ceiling.
Since Da Vinci used his noggin to concieve,
Then Galileo just improvized that with being astronomically about it.
Are we not all borrowers from it all,
be at peace,
coz we are all pieces about it.
@rtsydhude ’87-’17. 37 years of the love of drawing
Share my soul to you mighty pencil,
yet when the pen bleed,
then the bindery leads the knots of the life,
of a papyri.
After what happens in this digital paper,
are my words gotten ill on a laser,
in a form of any writing at the stars.
Aah sweet tablets on capsules,
do i take thee 3, or 2 then rest.
So what do i do next,
someone tell me.
Read, watch, write, draw.
ask for money that i can have without lifting a barbell?
Ahh sweet seniority of life.