Welcome back my friends , to the place that never ends . Where imaginations crawl along the mountains as inspirations drip from the waterfalls . Open your minds and set yourself free . Vision without sight can improve all you see .
Mother Nature certainly has been busy these days , and to what end ? Come on in and forget the outside world for a moment or two . Kick up your feet and toss off your shoes . Let us celebrate the power and prowess of the written word . It can paint pictures in the mind whether the words rhyme or not .
This month we have the pleasure of getting a visit from PABLO LA BOCA of HONG KONG GOLF . What an incredible wordsmith ! Check out more of Pablo ’ s work here : https :// thesecrettalesofpablolaboca . wordpress . com /
Other Side of Me By Pablo La Boca
I walked along and crossed the eyes of a strange and tattered one Who talked of feats of greater men and of the chosen son
Even as I found a chair While gazing past a tree He told me that he ' d seen me at the other side the other side of me
Wanda is a criminal Who hides out in Fort Knox Taking everything she can and stores it in a box
She answers to the Marshall about what is to be shaded by his silhouette on the other side the other side of me
Oh country You always let me roam Just don ’ t leave me out here alone Far from home
Peter , he sells plastic forks to people in the street He never stops to think about the dirt beneath his feet Walking to his beat-up van he stops to rest his knees
he stares into the meaning of the other side the other side of me
Oh country You always let me roam Just don ’ t leave me out here alone Far from home
We all attend the carnival The acrobats they lie of things that have no consequence to those who ' ll never try
just this once I ' ll take the ride just so you can see the throne that hides the banner ' s edge on the other side the other side of me