As twilight shines in peace upon
Your resting head until the dawn

May your worries wash away
And all your hurries settle slow
And may your mettle form the clay
In which your pedals grow

Oh gentle spirit, in mental form
May your inner cinder warm
The tinder in your tender heart
Akin the sun that starts to shine
Upon your clear and waking mind

I looked into the future
And all I really saw
Was a ball of clay
Malleable and raw

So I looked into the past
In the vastness of what was
And all of it was hardened casts
Of these things the world still does

And it seems to me that we are shaped
From out the clays of these two lands:
A hardened base of revolving truth
To hold the softer clay of youth
Spinning in our hands

Too much
Food for Thought

(>”)> ~ ( o . 0 )~ <(”<)

Will make you
Fat-Headed

Thunder forth
And plunder few
And wonder why
And what to do
Just sing your soul across the sky
Until your song with through

I nearly forgot of the thought that I thought of
The plot of the plot that I’m plotting
But then as I wrought all the spots I forgot
I got lost in the thoughts I’m forgotting

Raider, writer, fater, fighter
In a state of greater guider
Later lighter, leader, lude
Deity, diety, doobity dude

I don’t want a girlfriend, a spouse or a wife
A twin-flame, a won Game, or a sex-mate for life
It’s just more restrictions than I care to place

…but maybe a co-star to travel through space~*

Relaxing in archaic fear-repressed infinitesimals
Waxing algebraic iridescent hexadecimals
Decibels incessant in their gooey dewy decimals
Pessimistic surrealistic metaphysic festivals

Sometimes I forget myself…
Sometimes I remember…

Sometimes I’m the rainy fogs
that gray the late November

Sometimes I’m the open skies
Julys arise to say

And other times I’m tighter lipped
Just warming– If I May

Oh warm the very, very, very
quiet heart of January

Then rise into a slow and steady March

Await what life shall now entrust you
Until the gusts of August thrust you
down from up the arch

For come the cusp of late October
Spirits flown shall leave you sober
One more year of life is over
And what have you to bring?

The bottled tears of yesteryears
And a dream anew in Spring

Alter your ego into an alter-ego of crime-fighting profundance!
Standing tall against the injustices of human conditioning!
Liberating repressed emotions of their septic cages!
Foiling the over-elaborate plots of crafty no-goodniks!

Calming frantic masses
Standing under pressure
Fighting for what’s right

Honest talk
Honest thought
Liberty & Light

There’s an angel on your shoulder
There’s a hero in your head
Your ego has an alter-ego
That saves your world instead

That rare form of leisure
That mystical stroll
Where outside is space
And inside’s a black hole

And you know that you’re changing and falling apart
Round this cosmic collapse of the star that’s your heart

So let yourself go
Fall into that hole
Like a tunnel through space
To the seat of your soul

Where all is collapsing and being reborn
And the break in your heart is a break in the storm
That’s shaking your roles
And waking your soul
To the state of your goals
And where to perform

Be still in that nova*
Collapse calls for peace

…feel every iota…

~ and feel it release ~

Wake n’ wacky, bake n’ baccy
Take a sticky-icky token
Hippy happy laffin’ taffy
Super smokin’ broken open
Tokin’ till we’re dope n’ daffy

Don’t wanna follow

No hello-hollow ghetto grotto

That’s my motto

A
marble

A Starburst

A gold lock of hair

A rare kind of lifeform

The core of a pear

The ring on my finger

One hardy cashew

These are the things

That I’ve found
in my poo