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.
I stare into space,
Until my face,
Is numb with unhappiness
My teeth clenched,
I can not wrench,
Myself away from deep meditation,
I call it relaxation
Will I perceive the meaning,
In this trance,
As her,
Or anybody?
My one new pence,
Is full of dents,
And scratches too.
My old one penny,
Is more heavy,
But it's smooth.
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?
The temple of light,
Was at the top,
Of a hill.
Its religion was a flop,
The repair bill,
Was far too much.
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
Capped thoughts
Brought to the table
Reserved ought
Capable of being taught
CARRY ON
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
DARKNESS
Dark skies
Melody flies
Pensive dries
Words not
EXPERIENCE
Life
Long
Hard knocks
Done wrong
Felt deep
GAIN 1
Sacrifice is barely acceptable
Gains are not won
Merely sucked up
Hoovering becomes a habit
IN THE CROOKED HAND
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
IN TIME
As dawn breaks
The long lakes
Keep time
Flashing lights
Small sights
Mark the time
Brains come
And kill some
They see the time
NO TRUTH
Casual words
Like fallen birds
May be dead
When they hit the ground
With no truth
To make them live
PRIZES
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
PROGRESS[1]
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 HAPPY
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
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
SOLD SOUL
The cold fold is bold
The knife cut through
While being told
The soul is sold
It comes to pass
The love is mould
THE CAUSE
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?
DEAD SPARROW
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?
DISRUPTIVE
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?
OTHERS
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
PROGRESS[2]
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
SAC BAROW
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.
TRUTH FROM TIME
The length of time,
The efforts put together,
Higher values,
Watch them
Their truths,
Your truths,
The view of truth,
The whole view,
The right whole view,
Do not pretend
Realise,
Lies destroy
To build,
Is enjoyable
THE TREE
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.