In the middle of trouble Where nothing makes sense A fool will be pious But to his defense The drunk at the bar Is quite erratic you see With dirt clod fingernails Never silver money The heat of the moment When one should take flight Sometimes refuses and imbibes in a fight The alchemy there In the core of his brain Is like a carnation After icy cold rain Physics should surmount The bright gold lit light Is really a senseless Brainwave from the fight A snack will help fix The untimely glow on the poor drunkard’s face As it’s part of the show A ticket to nowhere Will be true, you see Is where the barfly Should put his money.
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My mind is flying high as I somersault through space Looking for eternity, I dash then my slow pace The planets soar right past me on my way straight to the moon Knowing of my mission, the end can’t come too soon. I embellish all my plans with a box that I can check To see if I am happy, I feel just like a wreck With my faithful pet beside me, relishing my speed We leave a trail of silver lightening, a flashbulb is my lead I act like a detective with a mission to complete Tips and tricks abound as I rise up to my feet I see the bed before me and know I was asleep But the dreams I had regarded remain there, buried deep.
Like lines in the air The cow jumped over the moon With hooves like fingertips Never landing too soon He jumped through the void Making patterns in air Unconsciously knowing A landing place with be there A remote piece of space A star up in the sky Tracing the pattern Of this cow, watch him fly Then down to his spot He safely will drop ‘Cause no one cooks up a place Where that strong cow can’t stop.
She shouldered the burden but laughed at the dawn With arms stretched wide as mists rose off the lake She had no fear of what was to come or what would appear again So she awoke with a blur, feeling life from her head to the tips of her toes Knowing she had the strength to conquer even the quiet demons that whirred around her.
Amidst the rain and fog A turtle spins his shell Hoping for sunny warmth His neck down to his tail Like a vinyl record He spins around and round On the threshold of the mud Fiddling with the ground With no idea what else to do without making too much noise Making his own hidden design He’s proud, happy, and poised.
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Test of Faith
In a temple of the Gods Below a sky of stars The stories of the elders Are heard from near and far They’re weaving their tales tightly A step above a lie walking in the door in spring Or scuffling on by Your mouth is hanging open Heart fluttered in your chest Shadow ghosts from dark appear Some sort of worship test.