Beaches and Crowds

Ali

I wish for an empty beach where I can sit,
Possibly swim with five or so people,
where arrogant persons and their top-notch words of
rhyme and reasons of insanity don't effect me.

I need a dream list where no one I know is on it.
A list where I can see the answers written in the Book Of Life.
A canyon to be hiked in the cold,clean air,
as I sit and listen to Jimi Hendrix or Johnny Cash,
and Reese really is amazing.But,Johnny died,Bill had a girlfriend,
and I'm leaving to take a ride to the beach now.
Or later.
Yet,if I don't pat attention to my dreams,
and no one picks up the phone to call anymore,
then I'll see my dreams weren't visions.
I'll settle for The Mall instead....

Maybe I'll make the sunset or sunrise.As usual.

Ali

And I had this dream of peace on the Earth.And maybe on this forum.
The cuthroat ways of the weak will damn them even furthur, as they sit home,contemplating murders and monotony,tricking you into their poems,
making you the subject of a rape,and tearing your eyes out with an icepick.
For they think they have a name-I wish I could help them-but when insanity hits the poet,there is usually no turning back.

Anybody want to meet me on the bayside crabbing pier in Seaside Heights,NJ, for some pictures of the sunset?I'll be leaving in an hour with my suntan lotion in my car,Triple A card on me,too, and possibly some extra money for a $12.99 lobster at the Sawmill.I'll be in my pajama pants,and I've just gotta stop to buy that disposible box camera-ya know-the one that Eastman-Kodak originated.