Our lives are filled with radiant heat we pass around We line up stones to make our soup, no taste is ever found. Its like a single snapshot of idols in our world With timeless, kitschybundles of memories left unfurled A lonely individual who finds a ghost to haunt the wet kiss from your grandma or possibly your aunt You try to be reflective of things you may have missed Immersed in all your drama, two lips that are unkissed We hold on to our memories, those ones we left behind To keep up on our future, underwhelming we may find But a candle keeps on flickering, it burns alone you see Smoke meandering in the air, its billowy and free Keep on with your focus, don’t lose your faith in you For someday we all get our gold, whatever we are due.
Marcy was a woman who had much strength and skill To make her life worth living, to do just as she will Back in the beginning before the flashback came She used the bag of money to gas the pseudo flame The slit in her tight timeline prevented many things The purlieu of her homestead developed yellow rings Although a nifty idea she didn’t want to see How playing a card like the red ace was how her life should be. And so she put the cards back and looked up toward the sky The future she was holding was her pressing reason why.
Like a fractal deposit along the creek bed an astounding accomplishment poignantly said Sunset in a cup, so light and refreshing Keeping all your close friends silently guessing where have you been and where are you going You’ll slip out the back with nobody knowing The sound of a tin cup rattling with change Time suddenly frozen, no need to arrange A shipment sent back from an unlisted number your hot mind relaxes and then you may slumber.
Is it so archaic that I’m the one to blame? Parking in the basement, basically in shame Of my bargain lunch box that holds a shriveled bun And in that bun a hot dog, a holiday undone Its like a queen’s old bishop in a game of chess You may call this fiction, a myth no more or less But here I am a witness to unlikely coping skills A candidate not winning, a shelf with no more pills. It curbs my enthusiasm and makes my poor head ache To live my life on this scale, I wish I had a break. So now I sit and eat here, wanting no one else to see That all this really is now is a pity show for me.
On a luminous night three days from now The spirits will come, they might even growl Myths are beyond doubt , I’m certain to say things that I wish for, I hum and I pray But shortages happen, discounts are lost I’m glum without coupons, how much things cost Like birds on a mission in regional fields Without worms a-squirming, dirt without yields My heart is so willowy, hope’s trickling away So i’ll drag my bones out on some other day. I’ll run to the supermarket open til nine And buy what I need and then I’ll be fine.
The Cat in the Hat set off to the house of the boy and the girl, to give them a rouse He brought with him toys and three other things Like books and balloons and tossable rings. Humidity was high on the warm summer day and he didn’t think they’d go outside to play instead they would stay at home in the dark reading good stories and a bath with a shark. He’d sit with them quiet and not read them junk Kids like his friends didn’t want books that stunk. No audience needed for the Cat in the Hat He knew about fame and what went with that Instead he chose quiet with friends like the kids And stayed until bedtime, when both kids closed their lids.
Call it retrograde amnesia or just a flickering impulse I conjured up my strength, as if I were someone else My friends they did not know me, my family they would say But I attribute all my happiness to that crazy single day It started as a gaffe but soon turned into a cruelhunch Disguising my whole face as I stalked away to lunch To elevate my mood in this rare prolific phase I sighed and ate my sandwich as I looked off in a haze A mystery unfolding was putting all my strength on hold The magic of a master was all that I was told Ejected from his alter and landing with a thud I saw my pet go flying, then a monsoon of his blood I ran back through the hallway, the library was in sight I didn’t leave a line of crumbs nor turn on any lights. I hid among the books so afraid that I’d be seen What a nightmare of a morning this day has truly been I escaped out through a window and climbed down a brick wall I didn’t want to wait for more I know I couldn’t stall Suddenly I woke up, not knowing where I was Grateful that the only thing was my alarm’s loud buzz
There was a little imp who liked to talk of food a furtive little man, thought his was really good an impetuous fellow who recollects his fave employing all his wits for temptation he did cave a bloviated rant loudly speaking of wet stuff like a train whistle coming through a fog of smoky stuff he dries his little face as he thinks about his past knowing that he’d have to cook to make his boasting last.
On a green verdant hill in the vast countryside a presidential vehicle, driving fast, slowed its ride Responsibility from aides shouted, “go by fast” but in exercising the law this man screamed out at last the man shouted, “no!” and said that he wanted to see what was in a dark hole in a big, old oak tree. He knew he should waiver or lest he be drawn into the brambles that spread all around on the lawn. a twig poked out, then it snapped with a crack but in his dark mind, the twig pursued fighting back. He quickly raised an arm to safely shield his dark face surveying all the land to find a quick hiding place. He turned to his right and saw a clown standing by Horror filled his whole face and let out a strange cry Running away towards the cars open door, he ran fast Knowing he’d better get away or this trip’d be his last.
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Feelinglead weighing me down I banter on about my life My pliant ways to improve myself and ancient ways avoiding strife The name I see along the way helps collar any loss I know for hark, a voice I love to hear one to light my face aglow And in the distance there you are setting my whole world afire fulfilling all my hopes and dreams my love for you will never tire.