Imagined in the recessed mind of third grade fantasy play, Off charge knights at play, All bright with the same magical flight, Carrying them onward on superstitious flight, Don’t step on that crack, Don’t your mother’s back will crack, Take control of that magical imagination, Carrying us on the sea of vivid subtropic imgination, Where…
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Contemplations
Sitting here full of contemplations, Mind ticking through file after file, Stacks of discarded memories hover, Floating about the ethereal regions of far off memory, Grasping at strings, Attempting to fill the gaps with empty boxes, Imaginative speculations leading to paranoid delusions, This or that, tit for tat, Crazily spelunking down cavern walls, Deeper into…
Tipi’s Tap Tap
The fingers go tit tat tap, Up and down inky keys, Tipi’s tapping typing, Strokes punctuated by a bright tap, Kaching, bell rung onto next lines, Stationary fed through cranking wheels, Tip tap tip tap keys fall, Stroking away, as ink dries, Leaving beautiful words behind.
Project
So many unfinished projects laying about, clustering my office with their frizzy voices all screaming, “finish me, finish me… finish me!” Inside my head another voice rings out, “lazy, unproductive, product of depression, and utterly useless.” Then at times despite feeling out of control, lazy, useless, depressed, I have to make a 180 and help…
Tea Party for You and I
Sitting down with you I lift my cup as you lift yours’s a smile at your lips. The tea kettle piping hot, steaming while screaming, it’s bulbous base on heat. Laughing we enjoy our treats, sitting at mahogany table, high backed chairs, with little red cushions, expertly buttoned. A thick shag rug running its cloth…
Free
Out driving late at night, Partying till the lights fade, Running all night long, Streets loud and alive, Dancing, drinking, smoking pot, Partying for our lives, Long to be free, Long to see, Long to be the real me, Long to see, Out driving late at night, Here we stop, Sun up, till we meet…
ADVENTURE: Part 7
A joyous bubbling sound pushed through the corridors, echoing off the bells ringing bright song into the universe washing away the dull throbbing thud of that first explosion. The Great One, The Almighties Thunder, it’s crumbling sound raging as if one stood at the foot at the bottom of a mighty volcanic explosion sending gravel…
ADVENTURE: Part 5
QUESTION: Part 2 “Who do you believe the least important person is in your universe, why?” “The wheel spins, the weave is woven, time turns the clock hands, people grow and change, possibilities appear, disappear, only to reappear again. Life is an eternal cycle. We circle around people who are in their own disarray while…
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