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Give Me a Gun

Give me a gun for my nose is all runny;
my head is a poundin' and the day ain't sunny.
Pull the knife from out my head,
so frowns will turn to smiles instead.
This icky-sick day is going way too long.
I'd rather be at home smokin' a phatty bong.
or playing around with my giant *ong.


with sunset smile that melts my heart
like wax of candle i play my part
entrapped within her caring cage
entranced with late a coming age

cinderella she ticks her pace
those glowing eyes, that lucid face
for when my face draws on a blank
her ship will sail for fogless bank

with wanderlust i found her here
we needn't visit the word wise sear
i only wish to spend my days
lost forever in her gaze

after journey long over sea of blue
i know this trust is somewhat new
but please believe me when i say
you are my light--
my gleaming ray.

Reason Retains Sanity

Reason cannot retain its sanity
by remaining in the realm of rationality.
Even reason enjoys abnormality.

For irrational passions boil over;
a sign of emotional bad weather.

Exploding with the fury of insanity.

Test Versus Hands

"Let me introduce myself, my goods, and my services:"
No matter how much time I spend with you, it never seems to be enough.
In your company eternally, and it would be only a whisper cuff.

"Breathe the essence of my body and soul now in convenient travel size:"
The web-locked hands and entwined limbs tell the tale that few can hear.
For when I wake without you there I feel so incomplete.

The presence of your beating heart drives me with a rhythm strong.
But without the rhythm it's just not really quite right now is it?

For withered hands stumble through the tempered tests of time.
Barely making it out the cave into the light of day.
The tests are now behind us so the soulful bells will chime.
I'm sorry that these beating lines pound a drone cliche.

"'In conclusion I have found...' is never the way to end an essay:"
My only hope is that these words may draw your cheeks a grin.
Cuz with that hell beneath the waves the seminar shall begin.

The hands that kept the rhythm strong grew weak from such a test.
Test has reached its final breath and hands now soak in clean caress.

The Elements

And so it goes that in my heart grew nothing but a waste and fear.
Writhing with a spitefulness that nature never wants to hear.
I had this statue that I had sown tomorrow's sorrow harvests.
Allowing pain to dull its hue with bitterness its tarnish.

But came a soul with purer heart to polish away the tarnish.
Washed away the rust of time tolling with new varnish.
Her only tears that wrought new shades now bore a novel shape.
Bringing forth a brighter soul reaping classic drape.

Now this statue once lain fallow dawns a sweeter gown.
Now it gleams as the jewel in center of sun's town.
I place it on my pedestal and lover's eyes shall sear.
For I wait but fortnight time, and my statue doth appear.

The Blue Sea's Salt

The blue sea’s salt, a mountain’s vault.
These are things I like to ponder.
The desert’s snow, a monkey’s toe.
To make my mild mind wander.

But there comes a time I cannot rhyme.
I lie in my bed and wonder.
If there is a life after this life
to which my soul can saunter.

For windy days of weary ways
Cast a shade of dimness.
But is it just the lack of know
That drives my state of business?

Some may sing while others eat;
The birds forever flapping.
Oh, but nature finds a way
To loop its gentle rapping.

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