Another Adventure

Slide into the inner sanctum.
Glide above the stratus clouds.
Call across the ancient ground.

Is there anyone left
In this collection of strangers?
Who will be next to cough up a tale?

Follow me as I run this race.
Close behind, I hear your footsteps.
Realms beyond the imagination

Captured in a passing glance.

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Well Said

How long does it take
To smoke a bong
When taking deep breaths
While singing a song?

How many licks does it take
To get to the center of the earth?
Do you like bananas?
I like bananas.

Where did you come from
Before you came here?
What was your name
Before you became you?

Do you know the way
To El Salvador?
Where are you going
After you leave here?

So many questions, but
Not many answers.
Did you know what they meant
When they spoke to you

At that place?
Did they interrogate you?
Did they threaten you?
Did they take everything you had

So that you didn’t even know anymore
Who or what you were?
Where are you now?
Are you here or there?

What keeps you running?
What terrifies you?
What is nice about this life?
What do you wish had happened

In your life before now?
Where would you like to go and
What would you like to do,
Just me and you?

It’s a sinful world, is it not?
What would be best
For this generation
To pass the test?

Well said.

Temper, Temper!

Long enough to tell the time,
Seeing truth behind the mind.
Complain here of everything
Something smells in what you sing.

Criticize the status quo,
Doing things in rhyme to show.
Finding you in a stones throw.
I see a solution you don’t know.

Only if, and when will be,
I want, I want! Come with me.
I will display another chime
So you can throw away the rind.

Tempers simmer to a boil,
Patience running out so fast.
Tired of the same old toil.
Remember that the first are last.

Do you hear the echo still?
It shakes the ground and reeks until
Something else takes its place.
You will come to find a place.

Truth Hurts Sometimes

Happy not, too slow to speak.
Angels cry, then sing to sleep
My troubled conscience–
Now I weep.

See you pass by, wonder why
Things have to be the way they are
Between you and me.
Do you have a clue?

Cry tonight until you fall
On your hands and knees.
Now you sprawl across the floor–
Only an echo of my presence left to tell.

Where did we go wrong?
Was it at hello or goodbye,
Or in between?
What I would have given to have seen

How things would turn out in the end.
So what is next for you and me?
Do we go on, or sit and sulk?
Time will tell if there is any hope.

Maybe we can start over, perhaps,
With a kind word or two.
I could say that I love you,
But would it be true?

Minus One

Rising soon to meet your maker,
Running from the soulless taker,
You breathe hard, then stare into
The bloodshot eyes of a putrid faker.

Are you the same one, the great kingmaker?
Will you set me free or will you take her?
What is to be my ultimate end?
To rearrange, or to stand and face it?

Time will tell, but I don’t have time.
Time will heal, but not this wound.
The emptiness threatens to drowned me.
How will I survive this trial?

Maybe someone will come along.
Soon, I hope, to save my life.
Maybe things will turn out better,
But I won’t hold my breath for that.

Is there a future without pain?
Is there another special person
Waiting for me to come along?
I tease myself when I hope.

It’s time to meet reality.

Minus One

Rising soon to meet your maker,
Running from the soulless taker,
You breathe hard, then stare into
The bloodshot eyes of a putrid faker.

Are you the same one, the great kingmaker?
Will you set me free or will you take her?
What is to be my ultimate end?
To rearrange, or to stand and face it?

Time will tell, but I don’t have time.
Time will heal, but not this wound.
The emptiness threatens to drowned me.
How will I survive this trial?

Maybe someone will come along.
Soon, I hope, to save my life.
Maybe things will turn out better,
But I won’t hold my breath for that.

Is there a future without pain?
Is there another special person
Waiting for me to come along?
I tease myself when I hope.

It’s time to meet reality.

Reckoning

Happy go freaky funhouse
Ringling Rambos reality-checking
Resides in realms too dark
To compromise about.

Sappy soft silk slippers
Soaked in dark chocolate syrup.
Send the lieutenant to training school,
I say. That’s the ticket!

So many strong resemblances
Of rowdy rejects raping villagers
While smiling ear-to-ear!
Shoot them all, I say!

Run them through,
Step on their heads,
Castrate the devils!
Throw them to the lions!

So what else is new?
Such seeking repairs
From the juggling pairs!
I like pears to eat!

So many bears sinking through hairs
Around the walls of sticky sorts.
Tangled teasers stinking around
Stay sworn to loyalty to go.

So do you run to and fro
When they call your name?
I run anyway,
Whether or not they call my name.

It’s all the same, really.
Swords slit the throats of sordid angels
And bugs converge on them.
And what is left? Filth!

Four quiet koala bears hopping along
In sleeping bags, wondering who
Will fight off the flu,
And who will say no to you.

Quivering stapler heads converge on queer rearranged ruckuses, still
Same strong realized rancor
Rudely roundhouses the real thing.

Stop taping my arm up, crackerjack joe!
Triumphing times over today,
So many simple sounds
Available for reckoning.

Know What I Mean?

Leaping into the thing
That makes me want to sing
About the things on a string,
So happy, so silly.

So how do you say that
In Spanish?
You don’t.
You just sit there and smile

At all the people walking by,
Wondering
What this world is coming to,
And where does it all end?

Have you ever asked a question,
Only to think of the answer
As you finish the question?
That happens to me sometimes.

So, what did you do
When they told you
That they were through
With being confused?

I don’t know,
But it all seems related
Somehow.
Know what I mean?

A Smile for a Smile?

Hello you,
How ya doin’?
I am fine,
But now I’ll whine.

Sometimes,
When I am lying in bed
In the dark,
I think of ways

To make my mark,
But then I realize
There are so many reasons
To despise

Things I say and do.
Do you
Ever wonder
About your blunders?

I am
Crestfallen
When I see the face
Of a person

When they look at me
Looking at them
And then look
The other way.

Am I repulsive
To them?
Not that I blame
The ones who do,

But wouldn’t it be nice
To receive a smile
In return
For a smile?

Is that
Too much to ask?