Prayer to BibianaIn the name of the Father, the Son,And the Holy Ghost,My Dearest Bibiana,I thank you the most.Thank you for sending meThat psychedelic Jesus.You know, the dude who diedOn a cross to save us?Yeah, it was him I saw last nightMan, it was weird;He had a big cross on his shoulderAnd a scraggly hippie beard.He had lime green sandalsAnd glasses of a violet hue.Had linens around his loinsFor respect's sake, but no shirtNext time I think a tie-dye will do.Around his neck hung multicolored beads,One with a peace sign I noticedAs he sat across from meTo help me with my needs."Listen up, cat," He said,"I can't talk long.This fuckin' cross is heavyAnd I ain't that strong."I stared on in wonderAnd thought, It has to be the beer.I blinked a few timesAnd knew that God was here."Okay, dipshit,You'd better look at me with some class.The only reason I'm here's 'causeSt. Bibi's on her assIn Heaven playin' Play StationWith my Pops and St. Pete.She's probably kickin' saint
Shore of DreamsBeyond the perils that fall where I layI notice the positives of this beautiful dayThey're in the sounds and in the sightsWithin the subtle breeze an inch to my rightI walk without need or even careWithout sadness, without despairOblivious to those walking aroundNot thinking of that to which I am boundI climb in my boat as the wind hits my sailDiscarding the pressures that make me so frailAs the sun sets, the bay becomes goldA zephyr blows by and the chill makes me coldI sail my boat in and anchor at the dockMesmerized by the sound of wave against rockAs I walk down the beach with sand in my toesI see a blooming bush and pick up a roseThe petals are moist, but warm to the touchAn aroma that reminds me of one I love muchAs dusk settles my fears are goneNow I peacefully lay 'till the crack of dawn.