Monday, December 12, 2011

Blow a kiss, kiss a blow
from your mouth, it will go
in the air, & through the clouds
through the clouds, & in the air
just hovering there.
Til I catch it.

Catch it up, let it grow
tie it up & let it go
If it wanders, Love it so
tie it up & let it go

pie

Throw pie, pie throw
from hand, let go
pie fly, in sky
go high, hit guy

11/12/11

Komo Sabre Sabe
Omni Oshi Ni
Komo Sabre Sobro
Omna Noshi Ni

11/12-12-11

I've been in the skies
I've been on the land
I've been on the water
And been in the sand
I've stood in the grass
that soothes my whole self
I've lived like the pixie
that followed the elf

I've walked on the rocks,
and fell through the cracks,
I've grazen my knee,
and tore through my socks.

but I've not been everywhere yet,
and I've not seen all I can see,
for I yearn the adventure that's next,
and I hope that you will come with me.

Monday, October 3, 2011

ode to my brain

Ohhh,
sweet lovely sludge
Leaking
out of my eyeball
Like when
the flooded dirt
Becomes mud
and my heart becomes stone
and all the love
that’s caused me pain,
Slowly driving me insane,
this is an ode to my brain
this is an ode to my brain

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Lar D. Da & La D. Dee were as custard as could be..so custard infact, that they were practically marmalade

Lar D. Da & La D. Dee were as custard as could be..so custard infact, that they were practically marmalade

-Lar D. Da & La D. Dee planned a journey out to sea
(to see if they could see to find C. Thompson in the sea)
Lar D. Da & La D. Dee
had never left the land
they'd swallowed too much LSD
and vanished in the sand.

-Now Lar D. Dum & La D. Doo
(the parents of above)
had returned into sky again
to the find the crystal dove.

When Lar D. Da & La D. Dee
had come back from their trip
they'd brought a pot of gold with them
and many teas to sip!

Thursday, April 21, 2011

21/4/11

When we die
Our bodies are turned into flowers
And planted in the sea
Our seeds are scattered gracefully
And woe is without thee

All our worries fall
like the petals of a dove
And our Perennials call
Our souls down to the cove

Thursday, February 17, 2011

17-2

When I say I love you most
You say you love me more than most
Well, I love you most than most
I love you most than toast
(not to boast)

Monday, February 7, 2011

31-1-11

Sunday, January 16, 2011

16-1-11

If I ever wear a suit
-At my heart I beg you shoot

If I ever wear a tie
-You may hang me from the sky

For if I cut my hair short
How, I will be distraught
and would like nothing more than to die

I’m not saying it will happen
-For I shall never care
How the hippies and the flowers
All turn to be so square?