Going on adventures in my frame of mind,
Inside my brain the discoveries I find! It’s
So simple to cross the terrain, when you
Don’t have to be qualified to drive the train!
Smoke ebbs above my path, as I pass the
Trees and other land masses. I’d like to
Create them from toothpicks and plastic!
As I round the bend to the end of my ride,
I awake just before with a wall to collide!
Slinking down a frown, I’m determined to
Be found. I try to attack, but I don’t have
Quite the knack. Sometimes, when the wind
Blows through my sleeves, I take out all the
Leaves in my tables. Only on even days, tho.
Shunt in spleen not clean you’re mean I
Don’t I want to be free from all of the crap
Tired of trying and not trying and looking
At myself like a nutcase a positively quirky
Puzzling mess of a human being I give.
I have a voice I am who I am I am lost in
The Netherland of nothing all around me
Do you find things as slow as they seem
To go to me? I wonder if arrows fly in
Between the sky the rainbow dies in the
Clouds.
Silence a scrape a tingle a spark of tainted
Inspiration jaded by the reckoning steam
Pulsing out the spout do you love me it
Screams I wish I knew where my heart
Went yesterday it fell then rolled away
Love times two a wonderful brew oh you
You make my heart beat faster when you
And I love the way you when you smile at
Me and say those words I want to hear I
Love you and I do too of course I do I do
Hallowed beasts and miscreant angels
Hover and smother the sweet spirits of
Babes and innocents. Mothers and girls
Run for their sanity. The darkness closes
In, until a great light pierces through the
Eye of the needle.
Upset tingle describe mingle impressions
Contrived manipulations memories not
Dreams disappointments smooth tales
Flows of time weaving in and out of our
Consciousness single thoughts multiply
A cage.
A blown out tire.
A rusty knife.
Vines tangling to a tree.
A slamming door.
A rainstorm at the beach.
A dark room.
A hand slapping the face,
Covering the mouth,
Holding up in front of the eyes.
A locked chest.
Moving crowds on a street corner.
An owl coming to perch above a mouse.
A blood curdling scream.
An empty house.
A calling from an ocean cliff.
A burst of light from behind a cloud.
A soft touch on the lips.
A cool breeze on a Fall afternoon,
Blowing red, orange and yellow leaves
From trees on a hill,
Next to a winding country road,
Approaching a small bridge,
Above a rocky creek,
With cold water rushing along
A constant path,
The rhythm of nature.
Breathing in,
Then out.
Zeal for your Ford has consumed me.
I lay in the sun all day, my skin burns.
I want to be the best I can be, but I’m not
A soldier in the army, so can I be?
I like green eggs and ham. I am
The cat in the hat, Sam I am.
Would you like like some grits with that?
Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit!
Howdy, partner. Let’s dosie doe each
Other, watcha think? I’m just a smooth
Oparaytah. Smoooooth oparaytaaaaaah.
Well, let see. Are we sure our ducks are
In a row, out on the water, in the deep?
Stumbling along the sidewalk 