Pump You Up


Sure, I’d like to pump you up like a balloon
Then let go without tying a knot
All that hot air flying across the room
The memories are so, so many that I forgot
But whether with a puff of air or smoke
That one seed stays still trying to provoke
It still wants to cover that flower
Even as the others blew in a wind shower
Perhaps it just needs to loosen up a little
And join the laughter embedded in the riddle
But whether you call it violin or fiddle
The music sounds the same while in the middle
If you’ve heard the song & say, ‘Oh No! Not Again!’
You haven’t quite reached point that they call ZEN
For life is not quite a mystery
Repetition makes some kind of history
I’d like to pump you up when you are flat
Still being sharp…(it might help your attack)

The payment is to assist in paying back student loans.

Because I have only salvaged 41 original paintings from all the moves I've made, these will be available to buy for helping me get rid of debt and assist with my future endeavors as an artist/poet/songstress. There is only one of me and only one of each of these very special paintings. Get yours while you can!


About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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