Wednesday, March 2, 2011

NOMAD!



IVE GOT A TROUBLED MIND / IN THIS TROUBLED TIME
I AM WITHOUT BLESSINGS / FROM THE GREAT DIVINE
I SPEAK MY WORDS / IN DIFFERENT CHORDS
YET ALL I HAVE TO SAY / NEVER SEEMS TO RHYME
WHAT I SEEK / ISN'T WHAT I NEED
FOR THAT EMBRACE / I WOULD GLADLY BLEED
I HAVE COME TO REACT / TO A SOLE, SIMPLE FACT
I AM CURSED INDEED / IN BEING A BAD SEED

WHEN AND WHY, I TRY, I TRY
EACH N EVERY TIME I'M ALWAYS ONE-INCH SHY
LOVE LIFE MORE THAN ANYTHING
YET I CANT FIND MY PLACE
I WONDER EVER, WILL I TASTE
THE TOUCH OF SWEET EMBRACE

I SET MY MIND IN MOTION / MY SOUL-LOTION
YIELDS A TWISTED FLAVORED / CONCOCTION
IN A MAZE OF WORDS / I'M TIGHTLY TWISTED SHUT
IN A FAZE OF FEAR / I'M SICK DOWN TO MY GUT

WHEN AND WHY, I TRY, I TRY
EACH N EVERY TIME I'M ALWAYS ONE INCH SHY
I NEVER GIVE UP HOPING, I WILL SOON BE REAPING
THE FRUITS OF MY LABOR, CUZ IT'S MY TURN TO SAVOR
THIS PAIN CANT LAST FOREVER
                                                          

Jimmy Bairagee 06-10-2006

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