I cannot dissolve our petty problems
unsolved dialogues, soap in kitchen sinks
dirty dishes, laundry and tiny E- thoughts
I eat unreliable bananas while monkeys starve
you too digest the reader while writing scars
in untrue stories of reality too surreal for bars
there is no explanation necessary to rebut
the already printed retraction released beneath
but on my head the feather lies again (on wrinkled cap)
the yellow chicken laid the golden goose in the oven
and who is responsible for reproduction rights or form?
except the printer will reproduce magic copies
often forwarded to unsavory dishes and filigrees
some still soapy with stains of guilt and dried blood
may you not believe this but it is and therefore
before you discredit all knowledge and hope
Know just what I thought before it was and
I will suggest we decide the best time to rhyme
Past, present or future will probably deliver mail
Yet, let’s be sure we want to know the truth within
And being subjective is often confusing, contusing
Therefore let’s agree to the third degree
In the fourth dimension of the fifth plane and let it ride
To be sure of not knowing anything for sure, we float
And expressing peace, love and joy, exponentially, we meet
Call ahead for reservations as the circus is in town
And caramel coated apple clowns will steal your
Cotton candy,
jump into your car and eat your doggy’s frown
but there is no need to worry
as the world has fallen down
and just like Humpty Dumpty
the egg is on our face and ground
we’ll make a sound
be here now
ensue
rely upon the where-with-all, create a being without a wall








Comments: 12
blessings
In the fourth dimension of the fifth plane and let it ride
To be sure of not knowing anything for sure, we float
And expressing peace, love and joy, exponentially, we meet"
sounds very good to me. That is where I am
blessings
these seeds are sown
the reaper will come soon
not knowing which will float away
or root in glowing moon
each seed a thought
a twinkling seen
once here, then gone away
tis up to us to watch it wane
or grab it...make it stay
and who knows just how it will grow
once watered, fed, and dunged
another hapless, hopeless thought
or perfect though become
We write..we muse...we juxtapose
we daren't deter or deign
but soak up all these
thought from God
like soaking sensate rain
we relate only what we see
a mouthpiece only are
we pass along what is not ours
we cast it near and far
and if we stumble in our words
a misdirection sent
God will assure his words are heard
by souls as they were meant...
There are two ends to every golden thread... when we seek for and find the one...we can follow it to the other... As Stephen King said to Stephen Colbert about his latest book..."There's a story in there...!" There's one here too.
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