© Jaimey Perham 08/01/2010

Swarms of colors pass by my eyes

Beautiful people who do not lie

Tinted moods that bleed, but do not die

The shades of my mind elevate, and enter the high

The air is abuzz with the smell of the kind

The searchers are looking, but the listeners will find

A gateway to the heavens, the soft audible rhyme

A super cloud consciousness, a group oriented one thought mind

All are welcome including your pets

Even that long lost uncle who is always in debt

A party for the ages with music without a net

The instruments are fine-tuned, the band is set

The vibes are ecstatic, the electricity off tap

The music is spirit lifting an energy soul zap

The players sing to the masses, a classical rap

The swarms of colors are happy lost off the map