Where Am I When You Think Of Me

When will the cigarettes stop tasting like minty doritos and start tasting like raspberries.

Is life but a mere shimmer,

to only get complexly easier year by year.

Strife and circumstance will get you where you need to be, most will call that God.

God how I love it when you say my name.

I can smell your echoes through the falling rain,

and hear your rays in the sunlight of the evening.

I find comfort in the dark of night praying,

A time to reconnect,

And get these angles right.

These angels,

these angels,

are more potent than blood spewing from a pohaku to a bone.

Stone,

stoney nights,

Like I like to light my cigarette,

but wait is this daydream here or there I find it easier and more conditioned to think about it with

conditioned hair.

An afro pick to the dome, what an experience,

Everyday we ask you “God, what is your stance?”

And you'd reply “here my child, here with you.”

How good and pleasant it is where I am with you.

To figure out God is like a cat playing blues clues.

Or a latino playing squidward talking about foosbob.

Where am I,

Right I am in these words you read,

I am in the smell that comes out of my mouth as that vibration that strike your ear drum,

or am I there,

With nails too long to even care I'm telling you I don't even wear underwear so why should I care?

Because we take care,

The greatest thing to take if someones giving it,

and they give it,

believe me.

When you think of me am I in the sun,

or maybe i'm in the moonlight,

do you see my smile,

can you smell the night?

Where am I when I think of you,

Are your thoughts on site?