Get in here you cosmic novelty!
Unbutton your shoes!
Embrace the evanescence of existence with me a while…
And thanks for all the energy nuggets you’re spooning
They`re implorious!
May I take your coat
of arms
that grapple turgent holds of reality?
Very omnipitating, I like it
Quite the persistence you`re weaving there
Now let’s get down to chunken hunkers.
This dream particle we found–
I vote we pickle it
It burst in cackled spackles
On a meloncholy sky
Versed in flutterheart form muttering
Cuddled in an utter sty
Wicked prickles clicked the finger gearlings
That crack the rust encoated crusty shell
Of slitherfitting bitter gritted fearlings
Tethered in a myth of huddled hell
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
Welcome back again
It’s not a slippy if or whither
But a whether when
You’ll never know the depths you tug
You’ll never know the heft
Of blessings grown from seeds you dug
Before the day you left
Droplets of dreamtime
drip through the scene
Of greenery flush
in a gushing sunbeam
Pollen puffs pim piffelly
Licked by the pedal-born tongues
Crushed by the knowledge that stiffly
Is rushed into clustering lungs
Sung to the chorus
of foresting flyers
Rung to the tips of the trees
Danced on forever by nimble-toed tyers
Who loop tumble-oo’s on the breeze
Lost in a furlough
of curled inner dwelling
Swelled with the hope of release
Droplets of dreamtime
drip through the ceiling
Like sun dripping down through the trees
Spun from the webs of the Stars
Pearled with a Gossamer Dew
One with this Cosmos of Ours
But in all of the Worldly Ways– Two
This is the last of a past that I cast
In the impure, and dusty-born ores
That shone once in mountains I climbed in a vast
Sprawling valley that called me to bore
And oh but the tools
And knick-knacky knockers
And jewel-set garlands I fashioned
Born from the shores of aglorian moors
Torn from the pages of passion
But tears ever salted
And cracks ever faulted
And soon in my trusty old vault
Lay tools for fools
And knockers for talkers
Crusted and rusty and dulled
And this is the last of a past that I cast
And amassed in a dastardly fashion
Good as it was
Torn out because
It’s time for a new page of passion
Gather ye friends, folks and people unknown
Let’s look at the truth of our consumate home
The rules are outdated
The practices strange
They may have worked once
But it’s time for a change
The shadow of ignorance
The binding of might
The burden of obstacles
And lacking of light
All has been lifted
We stand on the cliff
Of a world that has shifted
And turned into myth
So let’s come together
And tether as peers
To decide what is wise
For the coming of years
Patience and persistence
A healthy shelled resistance
Forgetting bout the setting up
And letting go the distance
Fires in the belly welling
Pouring out the whole
Rolled up in a soulful total opal of a goal
Something humbled
Something true
Something overcome that grew
Something deeper than was known
Something dazzled that was shown
Worn now in a wisened way
That led unto this wedding day
That’s fine!
It’s not like I need to rhyme
Not like I do it all of the time
It’s no big deal…
I can do something so-called “Real”
Without the patter
I’ll just up and get right atter
Here I go
Here it is…
Bing bang boom!
Golly whiz
I…
I…
I dunno.
It’s like a sign post that leads me along
Shows me where the next turn goes
It’s like I’m in this mad forest of “I can go anywhere!”
But that’s too much
The thought alone of the limitless possibilities
Makes me just sit there, numb-founded
Unsure which is best
Which I should choose
Stuck
So I restrict myself
I say I can go any direction I want
So long as it’s towards THAT kind of tree
That way, at least I have a route
An obvious next turn
Even if I have no idea where it’s going
Or what I might encounter
Or where I’ll end up
It gives me direction
To explore open spaces, section by section
It gives me a way to keep up the pace
So I’m not standing around, scratching my face
I get out of that place, excitement amounting
At the pure inspiration of newfound surroundings
And the crowning confoundments of infinity
Cause I don’t need to worry about which ones I’ll see
It puts it up to the universe
To a far higher mind
Cause frankly, it’s a forest
And while in it, I’m blind
I can attest to a test to invest
in the crest of the best of the rest of my time
I wish to confirm that a stern kind of burn
can in turn be the churn of a learning we earn
to discern of the kernels eternally yearning
to fern and internally shine
It’s not what I wanted
I’m haunted by creepers
With steeper the sloping~
Less hoping it’s deeper
I’m cheapened by the costs too high
I’m lost within the mountain
I was told a fountain’s hiding here
Time’s riding, but who’s countin?
Sure sure, I hear you
And of course the chipmunks are innocent
But their fleas are witches
Do you really want a bunch of miniature
spells cast on you?
Plus, it’s only one old grove of walnut trees!
If anything else eats the poison, we’ll just catch it
and stab an antidote into its aorta
Problem solved!
And what’s more, 3 in 5 studies show this place is probably haunted
With the spirits of the last witches we sacrimoniously burned here
And if that doesn’t justify melting it in acetone…
Then what are we doing with all this acetone?
Listen, you’re worried…
I get it!
We’re holding onto some pretty high vibing plutonium right now…
But it’s the best way to ward off bad luck!
Which we really need right now
Cause quite frankly, this stuff’s risky as hell
And if any bad luck comes our way, we’re doomed!
So let’s get back to it!
Trust me, this’ll definitely cure that rash you got
You’re gonna thank me for helping you
When I look inside of her
There’s sparkles and there’s dreams
Swirling curls of phosphorescent
Cosmic pearly beams
So when she asks me how I stand
Her hardened outer gall
I tell her with a quiet grin
It isn’t hard at all
You’ll never know what spirits you are waking
If you ever slumber through your numbered daze
You’ll never know whose dreams you’re undertaking
If you let the world define your ways
You’ll barely show
And rarely see
And never grow
And ever be
The very things you don’t agree
Are worth our whithered time
Tossed in costly gusts and lostly
Fostering it’s fine
Upon the dawn a breath is whispered out
By subtle lips that hold it in at night
To settle down the inner working bouts
That clutter up the workings of the light
To still the body, to still the mind
To will the spirit to go wander free
The breath’s a twine that must be left behind
The worldly leash that tethers to the tree
Squandered in a ponder-pot
And wandered to the forest
Lost within the bony reachers
Screeching out in chorus
Teaching to implore us
Into breaching less for reasons
That the bleaching of our naturals
Is leeching our own legions
She rhymes with the beauty ~*
That ☼ shines in her tears
That cry out in ♪ laughter
That winds ∞ through the years
The sweet nectar specters that inoculate are fermentable
Wisely age them in your cask
And cultures will divulge a vastly
Mass of spirits in a flask
That’s intoxicatingly perceptible
Now perhaps I’m getting ahead of myself
But I’m pretty sure I’m not
Move this mountain over there
And dynamite that spot
We’re gonna need a drill, some acid
And the water in that placid lake
And just in case, burn the forest
There’s lives out here at stake
We don’t wanna have a bear attack
The PR would be a mess
And by the way, here’s a hat
That says that we’re the best
So as I was saying, ultrasonic
Catastrophic frequencies
Will cause the crust to turn to tonic
Then pump it to the seas
And please please please, once we get
A hole that’s moon in size
Don’t you dare go into it!
We’ve got lots of foreign guys
Well not quite foreign, no I guess
They live just over there…
Just don’t you send the guys we brought!
Do you smell that in the air?
God this place is so damn gross
How can they live like this?
Now get me bottled water, snacks
And a place to shit and piss
Then bribe the feds, cause thanks to fear
Their dollar ain’t worth trout—
I get the sense there’s treasure here
And we’re gonna digget out
I’m a subliminal criminal with ephemeral claws
And seminal seeds of untenable laws
That cause an amenable polemical portent
Of comical obstinance for illogical torment
When it seemed, yes it seemed
That we dreamed, then we’d be
Inside these worlds of fantasy
Like the one we are already
Only, far far far more star confetti
And crystal mystic manic actors
Wide-eye wearing down the factors
Frictioning the things to thoughts
Causing them to float and pop
And splay a shattered web of light
That rings the tune of inner sight
To ~shing~ the spot that put it there
Making us the very things we stare upon
And then it’s gone
Cause you can’t see
What your mind can’t think could be
And then we creep
Out of a sleep
That seemed so very, very deep
As if the dream had gone somewhere
But looking back, there’s nothing there
Just the air of empty thoughts
And the sense there might be lots
Somewhere within a mystic sea
That fants inside our memory
It’s a pernicious little snippet
With a vicious form of wisdom
Granting forth the prior wishes
Of those exiting its kingdom
As a means to draw them back
Into the place where they were hatched
Weeding out the freedom fighters
From the others still attached
Sleepy-dream beddy byes
Wizz me off to twinkle land
Kiss my cheekies, close my eyes
And kill this guy, here’s seven grand