Jah no dead Jah no dead let's get high, take a ride Smile big so your teeth shine through it makes sense to laugh in a field of color though you may only allow yourself an institution Bring the sweet smell of paint throw it against the wall, White wall transformed there to look at and laugh Jump on the bed in juvenile inaptitude dancing with the walls, celebrating; can you feel it ? the tickle that makes you laugh that's it That's communion, hold on and don't let go chin up and receive invert release drink of it Fly Fly we can fly i am protected i am loved spirit energy surrounding me always thank you to remember All is good when i remember thank you to remember Today is a party elemental essence refined, divine It is social insanity and personal divinity when the trees all seem to speak they lead me to a state of ecstasy They know just listen now they whisper words put me under into a sweet trance Next the ocean will harmonize and the chattering people will be loved jah no dead jah no dead jah rastafari ocean beach Would love to hear your comments!
Reason for writing:
Stayed up and watched the sunrise in Ocean Beach
Birth sign: Taurus
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