Stoned Immaculate 

Have you ever escaped the pain of consciousness; been so high you've been numb? 

The Bones felt like feathers yet gravity held you down like a mother tucking you in at night.

The voice in the head Dissipated for the time being.

Total Zen 

As the Record Spun the Needle penetrates into the vain. 

The cool Breeze of Hawaii.

The soothing aromatics of dying flowers. 

Come my Child This is the Hour

Come my Child This has been coming a while

Skin and Bone 

It’s time to come Home..