when they come
we will see
when they come
more will beam
when they come
the ostrich will run against the wind
when they come
the clouds shall part
when they come
areas will not be forged
homes will not be lost
pain will not be painted
over the faces
or the hedges
when they come
and they tell you they've been here
all along
you will say
'ahh, it felt like you were'

food
for
thought.

These Blunders...

     are like fertilizers for this soul

thick air

im not too good at this life thing
i should have the hang of it by now
but i don't
i keep getting by with the bare minimum
with just enough to make it through
and then again sometimes
just enough doesn't feel quite right
just enough doesn't keep people by your side
ah
im tired of just enough
im sad that 'it's just enough'

load of crap
just enough

words

my words are stuck in a dam

high up above the hills

they grow cold

 they shiver

as the moon waxes 

they loose magic

they cry 

for a way out

and Mr. earthquake 

hears them

he unleashes

one of his renowned shakes of fluff

opening the dam like a clam

my words now 

freely, flow down 

pouring into the towns

imposing 

that dryness of language 

is no longer the norm

people's linguistic pipes 

are unclogged

words now run through the streets 

causing merry havoc

lifting skirts of impatience and anticipation

showing glimpses of what they can not describe

my words 

they cascade until the cascading's caput is cut

then they rest

the lazy river, they join

undulating liquid snake

all the way

to the brink of river-ness

to the birth of endless

to the big wide blue

oceanic words 

my words become

ever changing this fickle words

they keep me going these humless words

the 3 10's

time to make a change
today is special
so go outside
and breathe
love
into the atmosphere
make it grow
this love bubble of ours

today facebook stole 39% of my soul, and i ate two bowls of cereal . .

.
.

the rest of my time was divided between procrastination and contemplation

the plant of my day never saw the sunlight
only until the darkness fell
did my day want to begin
and even as i got ready
i felt heavy with complacency and indifference
the world's tentacles made it to my room
and i was not ready for those huge suction cups

i had to break a window
to lured the squirmy tentacles away
with the music from my accordion
they followed dancing until the ocean
was reached (just as they reached my house, the little bastards)
and they were home
the squid they belonged to was evidently distressed
the sight of his precious tentacles made him squirt a squidish smile

the road back intended to be mysterious and challenging
but my trusty accordion persuaded it
with smoky smoothness
to pretend it was summer and to forget all about the clock

with the night warm as a hug
i made it back
in literally
no time

after cleaning the glass
sleep was wonderful
except
i had this crazy dream
about the world
and it

was controlled by silly men

and their ocean was bleeding

and they didn't do a damn thing

and then i woke up.

Sunday

what is it about you day?

the problems you bring seem to be toppling over the top of my patience

yet you find ways to show me the power I have to change the stresses

did you plan all of this since we invented you, day?

did you plot against me?

when did you decide that it was cool to throw these people i didn't want to see right in front of me, when did you calculate exactly what it would take for my love to faint?

is someone paying you day?

could you really be that greedy? and what would you do with your earnings any way, you've spent yourself being mischievous and now you're almost over.

i have but one simple plea

talk to the night, yes the one right behind you

and please tell her to be soft and kind.

chaos

Chaos poofs into my life

through the invisible road of seven parts

it poofs and it squishes left-over beliefs

winking a smile

as if daring the confused part of me.

I am ready

to stop living in a corporate world

so bring on the dancing

i will crush the malice

growing within the walls of your brain

the walls shaken by these rainless thunders

by this chaotic weather

Attempts to change reality with letters

Mr. Robbins had it right, language IS everything

today

will be the first

active

chaos

come

ctvhsm

t s

v h

h v

s t

mshvtc

please lift me out of this stagnant rut

propel my spirit

give it some charge

bring in the change

abandon the chase

of tasting the chaste

this life is a paradox

expectations

are lead-less

harbor nothing

use everything

belief is a tool

and i just found the handle

let the music begin

and most importantly of all

don't take the world so seriously

peeple of ze wurrld relax!