GADRANNANNA ENTERPRISES

As I fill up,

My cup,

I wonder if,

My teeth,

Will disappear,

Because of many drinks,

But if they do,

Can I feel,

Your orange peel,

Or is it sin,

Fame is a game,

I will not play,

But at the same time,

I'll take it seriously,

And I'll pay respects,

To all admirers,

Plus the tireless Press,

So when I'm in a mess,

And so well known,

Perhaps I will not think myself,

A loser

I love to hear the sound,

Of my computer beeping,

So I don't go to sleep,

I make it beep.

There is a button,

With a picture on it,

Of mutton whole and woolly.

If I press this,

Then I can watch abounding,

Many sheep.

It does not make me fall asleep,

And sometimes it is better than a beep.

Plants grow,

Leaves fall,

Stems wither.

I feel the same,

All day,

Every day.

Some people won't eat dog or cat,

But do eat sheep and cows.

Why is that?

Wandering,

Seeking,

Smelling all the while,

I kick into piles of leaves,

And dream of squeezing mushrooms,

In my hand before I cook them,

So their fanned arrangement goes all soggy.

Past the boggy patch,

The firm sound on firmer ground,

Of mushrooms being plucked,

Has sucked me into,

Such a stormy hunger.

Be it good that this is my back garden.

Where is the world,

The world I so admire?

Is mother nature destined,

To the strain of Man's attire?

Could it be said,

We are in bed with Devil worship?

Should we remember,

Life is embers for us all on Earth?

Must it be for Earthship,

That its only course,

Is ownership by Man the Liar?

Cold leaf,

Brushing past my life,

Do you know,

I feel like you.

Floating to the ground,

Onto the flat ground,

To whither and die,

Not like the sun,

But as a leaf,

Stopped.

Capped thoughts

Brought to the table

Reserved ought

Capable of being taught

Carry on

And say your piece

Don't shy away

From that release

But keep it short

'Cause all that

Extra stuff

Could so be nonsense

Dark skies

Melody flies

Pensive dries

Words not

Life

Long

Hard knocks

Done wrong

Felt deep

Sacrifice is barely acceptable

Gains are not won

Merely sucked up

Hoovering becomes a habit

In the crooked hand

Is Love and Life

The strictness of Age

Has become the Controller

The passing of Time

Gave birth to the Wonderer

In arrival comes a kind of Belief

But not the kind that brings Relief

As dawn breaks

The long lakes

Keep time

Flashing lights

Small sights

Mark the time

Brains come

And kill some

They see the time

Casual words

Like fallen birds

May be dead

When they hit the ground

With no truth

To make them live

Prizes are often forgotten

In the sea of misguided mirrors

All the sad winners

Thinner

Viewing their souls as lost

They would have seen the light before

But now ignore

Their prizes overlooked and dim is life

Forward motion

Counting scores

Scoreboards counting hordes

And hordes of scores

Counting for nought

Content having value

Makes for progress

But that value has to be

A value found in me

Sad about the happy times

So is it really that bad

I could have had

A deprived life

And although I was deprived of much

I still had plenty

So that empty feeling is a fraud

So the pier's long

But not so strong

Reaching through it's mist

It can't stay, wondering

Potentially floundering

Calmed down

It breaks away

It floats away

It wants not the shore

The cold fold is bold

The knife cut through

While being told

The soul is sold

It comes to pass

The love is mould

Tempted

By polite

Enthusiasts

Called to a cause

I try not to delight

In self indulgence

In truth

There is the pure way

But what not to say?

Shot sparrow

Did you do it

With an arrow

Or was it spit

You did it with?

Some skill it takes

To take that sparrow

Down

Without a gun

But will you be the one

To take your sport

To that not yet alive?

Should we be the cloud

Being the shroud

Obscuring the loud voice?

Should the scream be tolerated

Is this choice complicated?

Wild noise

The cause is desperation

Piercing peaceful skies

Should we ignore this embarrassment

This disruption of our becalmed life?

Is this person treatable

Is their sky

The same colour as ours?

What of this world?

One of many?

Probably

Seeking proof?

One of many?

Definitely

Knowing other worlds?

One of many?

Maybe

Don't believe in others?

One of many?

Crazy

Some colour in the face

Makes the race

More vigorous

Needing progress

Come some time

Before death

Will it?

And colour born of anger

Know it not!

And colour born of effort

Care for it!

Then colour may make progress

Gladly colourful

And progress will colour you warmly

The purple coat,

Blends with intention

The puma’s crimson corneas,

Effervescing soulful invention

Sharp raises acute business,

Some say astuteness,

Is  automatic

Therefore Sac Barow is,

Competent.

He is the person that can,

And does.

He sees floods of balancing,

Has ideas,

Has emotion

Sac Barow,

Is the perfect lotion.

There is some,

Origination

The beginning,

May have taken,

Longer

Longer than the others,

Other parts add,

There are flows

Then larger,

Various things,

This network,

Carries

Information,

Can be gleaned

While the machine,

Works

Production sums life.

There is the view,

You look,

We should desire to see,

Could be,

You realize affection,

Observation,

Shows you more desire,

The view is of your picture,

Will we concentrate,

On increase,

We could look at our desire,

Does your picture,

Give you incomplete,

Should you believe,

In nothing more,

Perhaps some more,

Important fact,

Can stay in view,

Perhaps you should,

Believe in that,

See success.

You can retrieve,

Because you run

You are affectionate to me,

Since you are alive

Your affections will persist,

For the time you can be

When your denial of the truth,

Becomes that lie in my direction,

I shall use inflection showing this opinion

Call it mine,

For you to see,

You clearly must,

Have lied to me.

I saw an idea,

The desire,

To be

I saw a need,

To speak

You should have heard,

Each word,

And had,

That bit more,

To comprehend

Instead,

The words you heard,

Comprised,

The bizarre class of lie,

Where,

The truth is masked,

By fact.

A person,

Creates an effort,

Born of,

Real affection,

The real design,

To search,

And find,

A real whole view

There is,

The desire to realize,

Facts as result,

From discovered views

There is,

The bunch of sums,

Affection,

Desire,

Importance,

Measure,

To see the real,

Amounts and be.

Your real desire,

Will be a complete shine,

Therefore,

Enjoy,

Will add desire,

You should have variety,

Therefore,

Your realistic recipe,

Does provide,

The meal,

And called,

Pertinent,

Appropriate,

Value,

Therefore,

You will see,

Increase.

You can see,

An idea

Do not rely,

On accident

You paint this theory,

Build the package,

Have that base,

That faces the facts,

Then calculate,

Potential,

The purpose,

Is,

To see only,

Enjoyed,

There should be,

Nothing destroyed,

Every thing is fine.

The real view,

Of achieve,

Exists enjoy

You could,

Waste your time,

Offer to argue

I shall perceive,

The results,

Of the belief

You should,

Want not,

Depressing versions,

Lying to yourself,

On the subject,

Of,

Success.

Inside you is a boat,

The boat called yourself

Pilot.

Affections are a type of seed,

Remain as seeds they will

Contribute the flames of desire they shall,

Views of potentials vary.

Not no results in yes,

The positive is process easier

Positive views,

Deliver joy

The positive view,

Is a most effective ploy.

Realize your desire to achieve,

Realize the facts that create joy

Produce what you can,

Produce the beneficial.

While you reckon,

You see,

A whole view

Consider,

The idea,

Of larger

The largest view of a logical system,

Makes for the truthful.

True,

Is part,

Of the path,

Of construction

There are parts,

Of the path,

Of construction,

Being needed facets

The goal,

Of the path,

Of construction,

Should be success

Destruction,

Is not part,

Of the path,

Of construction.

There are things,

In the world,

Called tools,

They will not be people

There are times,

In the world,

For rules,

They should not be wrong

There are waves,

In the world,

From pools,

They come from desire.

Use your tools,

For improvement

See yourself,

Be pertinent

Look outside,

Have merriment.

Success,

Is a view,

Yourself should see

Complete,

Is a goal,

Achieve should be

Attempt,

To achieve,

For good.

You are steered away,

With your urge for false,

From your real life,

Deprived,

You get depressed

You see negative,

With your view of lack,

Come your less life,

Delivered,

You can depress

You should see your dream,

With your view of truth,

Frame your whole life,

Demand,

We should be good.

While be yourself,

While be you free,

But really,

Add some law

While see your facts,

While see your aim,

So really,

Do some right.

Pollution,

Of the pond,

Where you,

Surrounded by joy,

Soak,

That pollution,

That negates,

The thing you need,

Destroys,

Then glad you are not,

So we must seek,

Joyful.