Isn't time something
a bit like a tickle
you laugh hard at first
but then it gets fickle

Wouldn't it be nice
if life was a pickle
Not too sweet; not to sour
A bit in the middle

it comes, it goes, this I know oh oh

I have not much to live by
And less that I can call my own
We are all but small stories
Underneath the skin and bone.

This I know, this I know oh oh.

When we are dead and buried
The stories will be your own.
To whose ear will hear
The triumphs and angels playing thrones.

It comes, it comes, this I know oh oh.

For the grass cares little
But for the blowing of the wind
And your neighbor's ears are fickle
In and out again.
A friendly cat might prance on by
And lift a sassy tail to air
But upon the hearing of your story
Would stop, flirt and flair.

It goes away and comes again, this I know oh oh.

You could tell your friend
The stories you were able
 But to them would be response
As if it were a fable.

It goes it goes, this I know oh oh.

And should our lives come to war or famine
And the stories turn from dirt and glutton
And crows feet come
To your eyes like beggars
This I know, this I know
The poets, preachers and painters
Are all but the same
And water comes freely from the river
Blood within your veins.
The truth will flow but only a little
To the prudish and disdain.

Me an Chad :D

The Four Storks

There were four great storks

That came from the north

Circled round my head

And settled thus forth.

Where do you come from?

I asked in denial

For surely such birds

Come but from the Nile

And the eldest of which

Had a beak long as time

Gave a long quivered "KA!"

And a toothless old smile.

We come from the Earth

He said, with small squinty eyes

We are the beginning of time.

When the universe converged,

we were the rhyme.

What did he say? I was caught unawares

I was staring at their wing span

A citizen unprepared.

We are but the seasons.

Winter is my name.

Spring is the youngest of us all

And Summer is the most tame.

If you want to see our colors,

Fall is the one to ask.

His plumage is of rainbows

A very noble task.

Baffled as much

By the talk and the banter

I looked upon the birds

And gave a bit of laughter

So why do you fly here

Of all places.

There is nothing for you here.

Old man winter has no season

And your tame summer has no fear.

Spring is but a faded thought

Like an antique picture

Lost and bought.

Fall came once to show his feathers

But lost them all

In a casino measure.

So I ask again old stork

For there is no use for you now.

Why do you come, and how?

It was not for your eyes

Or your eyes alone.

We come to take our nature back

For true beginnings are our throne.

Time it seems

Has forgot to turn

And your eyes it seems

Doth burn and yearn.

For something though you know not what

Something you forgot

Something you never bought.

And here we stand

Four storks on the fence.

One North, One South

One East, One West.

We are the direction.

We are the way.

We are the measure time forgot.

That you led astray.

poem

When your lying on your death bed

Atop stacks of gold piled high

Will you care whats beneath you

Or where your priorities lie

When all that's behind you

Lays buried in snow

And all that's in front

Is black and unknown.

Who's hand will you hold

Not the piles of gold.

Not the weeds in the garden

Or flowers in the snow.

The hand that you seek

will be too broken to show

Crying somewhere lonely

Deep in the acid soil

For which you sowed.

Don't let what's important

Whither black and grow cold

Lest the eve's final moments

Leeks acid from their seeds.

And the great size of your heart

Which I know to exist

Dies bitter and scared

Unloved and unaware.

poetic thoughts

the shadows of the world that lay
will pass
and on one morning the light of day will rise
at last.


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ode to a pot of boiling beans
worried that it would boil over
instead i can home
to the smell of burning.
ironic- the thought of the water
that needed pouring
charred the bodies
without the agua roaring.

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tiny little kitty
shakes her tail like so
looks at me
keen green eyes
giving me a show

what does she want?
i pence to please
bats her eyes
licks her tail
little pink paws
daftly still
so frail

waltzing up on the table
upon which
she's not really able
pushes me her eats.

why she wants nothing but the
2 calorie
Medley Temptation treats!

Thank you WalMart
for your supply
the cheap and affordable
little kitty prize.


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je suis fatigue.
bon nuit mes amis.
au revoir

*bows low*
*exits stage right. * lmao

A love poem for my friends

I go back to those moments
The memories we shared
Each time I feel lonely
Each time I feel scared.

I go back to those moments
We were riding so high
With my gelding and your mare
Over the dunes we did fly.
Leather bridles
and faux fur hats
We were the coolest cowgirls
You ever did pass.

Or do you remember
Sitting under the trees
Cherry blossoms falling
All around us were leaves.
How we laughed and we sketched
And the sun was just right
We'd dream on forever
Even through the night.

Then there was you
the Elusive Guide I grew to know
Growing up was the hardest
when our hearts were covered in snow.
Some fateful storm
pushed us together
And when the crying was passed
it was your smiles that made it better.

Yet another I know
Is way out in Georgia.
Stronger than most
I adore her so much
Uncle Sam came calling
and she did what was right
She put on those boots
And marched into the night.
Oh how I miss her
We used to sing
Cry up at the moon
Hear the echoes ring.

One is set on a boat over the ocean
A sailor's heart
Gave her great premonition
Eyes like the waves
Ever crashing against the rocks
I remember talking
and how in talking I would get lost.
For the Ocean is so grand
I can not comprehend
The depths that she wanders
Or the ropes she doth tend.

Even the one's I am forgetting to mention
Hold a place in my heart
This is intention.
I remember it all
My feelings deplored
Take the good with the bad
And my heart doth soar.
I see much love in my life
And for that I do pray
Not for the religion of all
But for religion the same.

May you all be strong
And weather this storm.
Nothing is forever.
I pray your hearts to soar.

And if ever you need
A guiding hand for the road
Won't you look up to the stars
And remember this moment
Remember the feeling
Of what we did know
And hold it close as you can
And don't ever let it go.