Poetry

Oh man I am in an intense state of mass thought overload and confusion. I am droned and feeling boned, occasionally stoned. The magical whip of the world keeps a beatin’
It’s a mere annoyance in my graceful state.
I smile and watch the world go by.
I notice existential hate.

Forms are shifty, thought -forms fleeting
Time is thought which falsehood bring
Come the time when the golden bell doth ring
An ode’ to forever in the endless night sky

How about a man in the wondrous light
Just keeps on a starin’ in the glorious moonlit night

Perhaps he has a lost love to regret
At least he has some reason to fret.

Me.. My life’s a bore, I can barely get up and go to the store.
I remember when I was 8
I had a physique that was wonderfully great.
And at that superfluous time, I believe I had a farthing worth more than a dime.
The worth is not the meaning, and the meaning is worthless.
Meaningless has nothing to be worth ------- Remember that gal Courtney Firth?
I don’t mean to drop names
Haven’t you heard?
I’m practically insane. I repeat these verses inane
I have hidden these puppets I maim
This force that flows through me can never be tamed
As if I have just spurted a vein.
Red flows and white blows.
Reveries of hydro
Myths gone and lost in the mist of the haze
Long hot summers drifting on sweatily for days
And if your own heart can dare to betray----
Then in your own filth will the gardener lay.
I know sometimes people are made out of clay
But my child, you’ll be a star one harmonious day.
On this subject, I have nothing much more to say.
Except that where love is, your focus should stay.
Don’t follow me child, I can’t show you the way
You’d be better off just living at…… play.
In fact, that’s what you should do.
Take play, and make it WORK for you.
That’s what to do.
Play all your life and your dreams will come true.
Dance through the night with scraggly, untied shoes
Like a jester at court just singin’ the blues
From the south where the states seem to be shaped like shoes.