Cheer up there bugaboo
Life is twinkling at you ~*~
Let it fill and flow right through
Let it spill you glowing

May the moon be on your face
And may the stars be in your gaze
And may your mind be silent space
Where God may cuddle in

If there’s tears, then let them flow
And if there’s fears, then let them go
All you really need to know
Is life is on your side

And if you let your spirit grow
There’ll be nothing left to hide

She doesn’t even know how far ahead she is…

She looks around with steady eyes
at the younger~ The vibes, the tries and the hunger
that drives them to hunker these mountains that boom
Thriving for conquest and largeness and room

Taking on monsters they’ve hardly yet heard
Barring blind courage to conquer and stir
the stews that we oft go and throw up in chunks
Stars in our eyeballs
Balls in our junk

And the pain and the rampage and the carnage we tear
out from the courage-held chests that we bare
Till our hearts are in shredded little parts at our feet
And we curse at a world so immersed in deceit

And never again will we walk with such spines
Stuck like a pole upon heaven’s designs
Never again will we fall prey to the light
That burns with such life that we lose all in sight

Our paths become tip-toes
Our worlds become dim
Stuck with the burs of the worries within
Of the failure at hand
Of the pressure at head
The traps where we stand
And the measures we dread

And so starts the long walk of adulthood’s clime
Onward uphill, and backward in time
To find… oh to find… that soul-shining place
When the whole of our life was a kitten we chase
Was a magic we hold, was a smitten-drawn lover
Beholding our dawn like there wasn’t another

And all that went on, and all that would be
Was only as far as our blue eyes could see

And, like the whisper of sunglight
Like the first star to shine
It beckons us forth to the north of our climb

A curious sign
That subtlest hint
That fixes our mind on that whispering glint

And up now we tip-toe
Forward we crawl
To yonder stood mountain to behold it all

And there’s dangers, we’ve learned
There’s strangers with knives
Demons that burn
And gods that take lives

~*~ Years.

It’s years
It’s decades…
It’s youth ~

The price that we pay just to purchase the proof
That the truth of the world was always the same~
The stalls and the walls and the falls and the pain

Till we wake on a day
We peak on the sky
We gaze with the eyes of a life that’s gone by
At the rise, at the rise of a soul in the skies
At the size of a wholeness we knew
At the proof of the truth that our youth wasn’t lies
And we haven’t a guess what to do…

Was it the journey? Was it the tears?
Or was it the whish of the passing of years?

Or is it that once you catch an imp by the ears
That he heaps in a breath, and his form dissapears?

…cause suddenly a change
One so very strange…
So soon can a change come to pass

Where the mountain’s a cell at the end of the world
And we’re only watching through glass

And the people that pass
Their youth and their vigour
Striving in strides just to make their worlds bigger
Riding these rides of the blind and enthralled…
So suddenly it seems as if they have it all~!

So lost do we come in the wonders of others
And forget of the place where we fit

So costly the tab of the mindfuls we suffer
Forgetting that where we are’s it!

This is the garden!
This is the tree!
This is the mount where we wanted to be~!

This is the light that once shone in our eyes
The sight of the sun that’s beneath the disguise

This is the rise!
THIS is the vigour!
This was your cries when you made yourself bigger!
THIS is the trigger you wanted to pull!
You shot for the moon, and this is the goal!

You have all the tools! You’ve lost all the fears!
You’ve learned of the world in your shedding of years
You’ve steered to the edge of the earth and you peer
At the vastness of space where it all dissappears

You are the form that we came here to live
And all that it took, is all you can give

Be peaceful, and happy
The riot is done

She doesn’t even know~
She’s already won

We make the keys
That unlock doors
That open paths
Through ocean shores
That lap with the motions
That push us to soar
Through the core of our dreams
And the goals of our deepest
Desires we scream
When we’re at our weakest

Then we roam around sadly
Blown on the breeze
Forgetting in madness
That we make the keys

We make the keys
When we dream up the dreams
That lap on the shores
Of infinity’s gleams
That make up the doors
That we need to walk through
To unlock the goals
That we want to pursue

So brings me here
That rings this gong
Of something’s near
…it won’t be long

So swells the throat
And tells the gut
To fell what wrote
the lingered but…

Oh strange days of misery
Of building lives so wandered
To topple high the pile I
Endeavour not to ponder

Oh strange ways of walking life
The stumble forth, the dragging
What feat could saunter down this path
To stop the rest from lagging?

Screams of past come pouring through
And all my world has but to do
Is let it go its pent-up stew
And not to call it down

But round and round the weathers go
And lost and found and lost the knowing
And up and down and up we throw
The ball we think we’re throwing

No answer here have I to bear
No wisdom for to fix
Just the saddened will to share
The madman I have mixed

Under nectarine sky
with cottonberry clouds
Dripping the winds shuttereye

The bumblebee crowds
are flipping the gold
To please pollenational grounds

The wisdom of old
The kingdom of youth
The strength of the bold and enamoured
Flush out in singing
the songs we once stammered
To ring in the tremors of truth

Oh world, oh world of washing on by
Wiping the slate ever clean
I can’t keep on bumbling the flowerpot sky
All I can do is to dream

It’s a lotta bit strange
And a little unnerving
That I can’t make a change
cause I feel undeserving

I want it so badly
And shoot for it madly
So why am I sadly still holding it down
With all of these thinkings now brinking
on sinking and drowning the founding
that calls me around…

Mind blown~
Flown high shown
Binded lines grinding our times grown wider

Finding desire to be blinding the choir
that sings of the higher things I can acquire

It brings me a whereness
A place I could care less
of all of the bareness I usually hide
Caressing this ocean and swelling with tide

Now rush out in waters that gush down the stones
that crush all our hopes in the weight of unknowns

My perfunctious states of rambunctiousness lately
Entail begailings that puncture me greatly
In stately redundancies of stated restatements
Instating that station be stateside detainments

Oh squalor!… you taller than frolicking prudents
Quack out your ducklings of bollocksing rudiments
Your gooberance is too sticky to add-hear what you say
And your intolerance cavorts in the sorts we dismay~

Impetulant strumpets of this Brave New World!
Squirrel away nuts in these guts you unfurled
Swirled by the wadders of inevitable sprouting
And lost in the totters of undoubtable doubting

Such heaven droppin'
In all these dreams lofting soft and often
Never stoppin' all that seems to crop in
Open poppin' poppy hoppin'

An opiumbrella bloomin' atop
A sky boomin' wide in a world never stoppin'
Reign down in droplets of heaven that stain
All of the windows still dropping with pane

A plush nectarian culture blooming
luscious plucking juice bombs flushing
blushy cheek rushes gushing
rosy misting nose fluster
leading brain leaking river stains seeking
quiver-breathing gusts huffing lung muster
lusting shiver rushes busting open

This mind flower blooming power blinding sour signs
shining coursing lines of spine spores pouring over
swollen gland stolen juicy land shores, storing

Fields of fields of lushing bouquets
Crushing the oakenbough broken down days

On a stranded chunk of stone and sandy
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​hunk of land bunked flat between
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​two glacier streams sunk in

Hunkered low, waiting
Sunny glow stating Hallo
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​between mountain shading
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​steep gradings stuck up to swallow

Clean, crystal lung cluster flung rushing
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​inward gushing icy notion freshness ~ ~ ~

Golden rays to bless us, pushing
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​through the folding ways of clouded thought
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​shrouding even skyminds, blinding
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​light winding, flying
Smiling signs shining

♪…and the fish are jumpin’
Always wishin somethin’ ♫
Yadda ya whatever…

Mountains booming out in clever faces gracing
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​thoughtful skies, gazing heavenbound seven-folden
Leavened; olden stories beckoned

Holding shores of lake blue rolled in
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​cold and bouldering
Old as the moulding that shaped
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​this holy gaping soldier who souled in
Shouldering onward
Golden sunshine shonnered, blinding

Clock unwinding wandered digits
Gonnered yawns of boredom fidgets yondered
Ever ever onward, holding folded awnings of the past
Unlocking shocks that tend to grasp
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​then pass away, fall away
Called to a smaller vast array
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​of castaway worries, hurries and hang-ups

Fresh as the icy notion gushing rustled hushing waters, bustled
Light as the sky thrusted highly
Right as the fight muscled pious
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​in sight of the might flowing by us
Unflinching, unbias, enchanting, unfold

I once again ride for the kingdom of Dorwyn
Where the hills roll out into green
I once again ride to the kingdom of iris,
papyrus, delilahs and cream

I ride for the sound of the songsters that soar
I ride for a sky spilling dreams
I ride for the tide of a tourmaline shore
that taught me what infinite means

I once again go where the whippoorwill grow
In the flowing of grass
Where the people all know
That the blowing en masse
And the flight of a crow
Are the sights of a rider approaching

And it’s just like a dream~~~poured out of the sky
Of a time when the world was a wonder, and I…
I, for an eye, was a sparkling child
Flying the winds of the open and wild
In the billowing lands of the free
Bounding the hills and coursing with thrills
And rolling in spills of the sea

And now I return, with my life at my side
I ride for the kingdom I knew
Cause life can deal in treacherous zeal
And life can steal and peel you open
And life can feel into all that you do
Staring you down, wearing you through
When life can leave you broken

One more fair jaunt, old Courage my friend
Keep trotting—we’ll make it by morn
To that sky booming wide
That tourmaline tide
I’ve all of my life leaking out of my side~~
But keep up fair Courage, keep up the ride
To Dorwyn… where I was born

Not holding on…
Not bolding it out
Not souldiering it out in the goal of a bearing

Not sharing it fully, getting spotlights on flaws
Letting oddness prevail in the jaws of the stale
Bare woolly bottom

Make every turn a push
Take every step a gainer
Burn to the depth of the great drainergush
In the forest of the lush empty-plainer

We’re feigning, we’re feigning, we’re feigning away…
Sludging the drudge of the spotless gostay

Morning has broken. Mourning has broke
Maybe you’ve spoken out in a warning
Maybe you’re hoping it’ll all go away

Lately the world seems shady and shooken
Lately it’s tooken a lot just to stay

I’ll pray by your bedside
I’ll find you a way
To gray out the blue skies
and hide in the shade

All that we’re knowing is going to fade

Stay by your dreamside
The buoy in the waves
Float to the boatride
In the cloudsea of grays

Cross to the blueness
Seek out the sun
Shining the newness
of all that’s undone

To the laughers, the lovers, and others who care
of any old person in any old where

To the dreamers, careeners, and those who just go
Unrolling the rules of the world in their flow

To the quiet, the pensive, the pious, the few
Who take on the goal of the best we can do

And to anyone else who’s not in these three
As marveled any, and unique as can be

Where’s the conductor?
I hear what he wrote~
These swelling scales of melodies
and drumlines I emote

I can nearly see his arms upraised
So clearly, his baton
Tapping, tapping toward the stage
The players sit upon

And now the place is drunk with noise!
And now it’s quiet, fluttered
And now it roars the swoops and poise
His soaring arms have uttered

And tears are turned to wonderstruck
And wonder worn to worry
And worry steers to ashen fears
That pluck at passion’s purring

And now the cause for grand applause–
Crescendos bending mental laws
The oohs, the ahs
The perfect pause
The cracking flaws
The mutters

The breakdown of the stage to cause
A broken world I shudder

Flying nymph dragoons
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​wisp effervescent tendrils
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​of combustion
Rocket motoring bursts
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​of crow feathers through
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​an aardvark sky

I don’t know why

Perhaps these pedalsmoke blossoms
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​will fruit a fleshy pit
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​of usefulness

Perhaps sonic boomerangs will floom
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​in a gushing spectacle
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​only to froom baclactically
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​in that destitute design
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​of destiny’s double

Trouble bubbling in crumble ​​​​​​​​​​​​rubble bummeries

Nymph dragoons up to no good again
Blacking out the sky
Killing all the aardvarks
I don’t know why

Gonna drink an iron tonic
So ironic
Roll another chronicle
Parti subatomical
Descending in a conical fashion
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​so passionately ashen
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​so smashing full of slash n burns
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​n wait your turns
Gotta lash another bash into
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​this Samus urn– Glass canon
Dash backward
Smash Ganon
Crash another cancelpunch
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​apart the shining spacy-bunch
Lost your lunge
Gonna plunge another stockful
Doctor in the house with another smoking potful
Gonzo for this trip
But only those with Chu grit
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​and of that man, we are chockfull

Maybe it’s not poisonous

These candy peach pastels
over ivory structures
glinting bright thoughts skyward

Harbour carpet fuzzing blue
with little puppy-boats frolicking
all the way through it

Silver lines, silver lines
tracing the truth
Of all the armor-plated spines
erecting this city of youth

Between the green of ever-been
Atop the island wall
Maybe after all we’ve seen
It’s not poison after all

this silent roar hoarded
in the melting flop of
upward sorted porty-potters
Gooey

\flush your dreams below\
streams rushing
seems gushy awful

\banana/
why not
sounds off’ll

\Pick me up a peter pack
of beeredy boppers

\Sin-Deloppers/
on the sidecar please
Sneezeguard stopping splatterbees

Two sents
Four courters
Half pents
Doll erfforters

Bone is round:

Won tooth reef oar
You can never knock adore

‘f I’ve sicks Evan ate
All the water’s doin grate

Mein den, you kin stay
Watching life just fate away

Alpha bets conquer Donkey Eeyore flunky
goner. Homing ions, jaunting Konger
leaping, killing– monger

Nogger operater, potent quotient
Rollin sober
Topher Ungent

Very wandered
Xtra yondered
Zealous antics
Banter-conjured

Clearing this Mine
Through the mountain of time
To uncover what gems it might hold

Scouring my part
In this grim stony heart
Trying to dig my way out of the dark
Of the rocky enclosure we’re sold

And I hear of these tales
Of sunsets and whales
Of forests and skies made of cloud

Of people who topple
The mountain of man

Sounds dandy~
But I’m not allowed

Get up!
Get out!
Move about
My god
When in doubt
When a lout
When ashout
When odd

Get out! Move legs
Wave arms. It begs
Mass harms when dregs
Alarm your kegs

Get pouring! Get soaring!
Get roaring your motor
Stop storing about a boring demoter
Of snoring enbodiment
So haughty and bothered
And let loose the juices
of usefullness knottered

Pump up that ticker
And jump up and flicker
The sparkling snicker
that pours through your veins

Start rivers within you
And quiver your sinew
Then shivers of sprintering
mind-pouring hinterings
Will shimmer in glinterings
That swim in your being

You can’t break the block
if you’re locked into stagnance
And the fragrance you’ll flock
is worth every bit freeing

Fallaway, fallaway, fallaway all
Pushed over cliffs of undecadent sprawl
In towers of steal by powers unchecked
For hours congealed ~ Impeded, erect

Checking the cheques of uncheckable torment
Beckoned to reckonings of lecturing borement
Stored in the sterile and perilous cages
That lock out the rantings of unbearable sages

O courageous upheavers that stand up and call
High as the spires atop of the walls
That keep us in markets and parkettes and mauls
Don’t fallaway, fallaway, fallaway all