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