Soul Kitchen – An inner psychedelic songbook (14)
In a soul kitchen
There is cooking my mind.
In an old pot
There is boiling a mind soup.
Pretty colored bubbles are coming up:
Spicy lust and sorrow,
Sad mood herbs,
Rational thinking as a fillet.
Manic depressions are hunting my soul.
Purple haze is in my brain too.
Mystic dishes are served,
Frames of mind.
© BPa / 2012
A poem far from here and inspired by The Doors & Jimi Hendrix
My soul kitchen is wide open for everybody.
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Bernhard Pappe.
Published on e-Stories.org on 03/22/2023.