The Computer Screen Light
Splints off The Fluid in His
Eyes, And Cascades The
Twinkling Against the Wall.
-She Curls up in a ball-
-He Takes up The Fetal position-
The Headset Poses Security
Against the Deafening Sounds
of Reality. The Light Outside,
Fades to A Deep Blue...
- She Cries To Pass The Time -
- He's Done Crying, No Liquid Left -
He Lies Back on his Chair, in
Sheer Agony. Stems Covered
With Leaves Burst From His
Veins. His legs Root to the carpet.
- Sleep Grants her little solace -
- He Hasn't Slept in Over Two Weeks -
Mimicking Womb Protocol, She
Folds. Clutching her Stomach
She Heaves Forward a Lunguful
Of Bark. Shes Changing
- She Smiles across the Water -
- The Water Ripples Following his Response -
Intertwined in Friendship,
They Grow Towards The Sun...
Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin
Whisper lies as I let you in
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail
A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.
One after another they arrive
Steeping my eyes in the world
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.
My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?
Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell then came the ice, this went on for months.
The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.
They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves. Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday.
as they were called WEEDS ..
The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.
However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .
The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB
The Frog, and the Butterfly.
The little frog lived in the well
In a garden filled with flowers
One day he saw a butterfly
Who spoke to him for hours.
The butterfly would tell him tales
Of the big wide world outside
But he only knew his little well
He thought that she had lied.
One day she lent the frog her wings
And he took them for a while
Though he had never flown before
And it wasn't quite his style.
That frog he flew above the well
And saw the painted flowers
Then he flew above a lovely lake
And he felt all of life's power.
Then he flew above an ocean
Stretching out a million miles
Then flew above some fluffy clouds
As his face took on a smile
When he came back to that old well
He told that butterfly
That he'd not live in that well again
He'd be free till his day to die.
Dec 3 2003.
Waves of Change
Changes in life descriptionalized
In comparison to waves of the ocean
Our bodies are made mostly of water
A body of water with flowing emotions
Now an ocean will flow peacefully
Until there is a bit of turbulence
Disrupting from a smooth flow
With the up and down currents
As we walk onto a new path
A different kind of feeling steps in
New ventures can be scary in thought
Of what is left behind when we begin
An air of difference can bring on a spin
To a funnel effect as does a water spout
Sometimes when in the spin motion cycle
We are shaded by clouds and cannot see out
When actually caught within the spin
We do not see the change is there
Our sense of direction is lost
We become totally unaware
If you are the one caught
Within that fast paced spin
You will not be able to see
The shape you are really in
That’s the time we need someone
To give us a tap on the shoulder
It’s not a matter of who knows more
Or which one of the other is older
You’ll need a friend like Dory was
Saying to just keep swimming the sea
To never give up your hopes and dreams
As changes in life really just happen to be
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Jesus... The Living Water
Jesus is the living water
which can satisfy.
HE is the oasis in a land
barren and dry.
Only HE can bring true
satisfaction deep within.
HIS living water can break
the bondage of sin.
He awaits you with his
love and grace.
His living water shall fill
your "empty space."
You were made according
to his design.
He created this world
with you in mind.
Come and drink of his water
that only he can give.
Taste of his everlasting love
each day that you live.
NOW is the day of salvation...
please don't delay!
Listen to the words
Jesus has to say.
His promises are forever,
steadfast and true.
It is no secret of how much
he loves me and YOU!
By Jim Pemberton
The snow has gone, melted away,
The air is fresh and sweet.
Bundle up, it's still a cold day
And off, our friends to meet.
Shaking off the winter blues,
It's time for a nature hike.
To visit and catch up with the news
Shared with friends we like.
We're out of shape and we start out slow.
It's supposed to be fun, after all.
So follow the creek, a trail we know,
That leads us up to the Falls.
Cameras are out and clicking away
As the water cascades down.
This time of year it's a powerful spray
With such a roaring sound.
In winter the water rushes on
So powerful, we're filled with delight.
By summer the same creek is almost gone.
Not nearly as an inspiring sight.
So the first walk of the new year
We'll start out nice and slow
But to each other we'll make it clear
The next one will be a 'real hike' you know.
The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.
Use it against them. Im still in my, I can see the double dream happening. Everyone is happy because they want u to leave them alone. Yout inner soul is your GPS, but again it gets to the point where you want more so you are chasing a high a feeling of no problems and no worrying of anything. Chasing hi= utopia land of good feelings.
Everyone keeps saying, well i could have, i could have but i didnt do it. Quit talking about it. There is a war in my brain telling me to stop but continue its slow brute war continously fighting. I see from the outside now. This place is a large trap waiting to bring you inside. Night Brings Creature comforts, nice women nice weather, everyone is happy but it is a trap. You are stuck in this world or really not having it but oh so close. Tomorrow or the next day. It will happen, they continue to say but when no results come, it is always you know i could have if i wanted to but i didnt. Walking down an Endless road. Everday feels as if it was groundhog day. Ek is very confused on why Ek has a bruise. OPening a door at the house, fighting another guy,and football are the options. What is really the truth? Are you living a continous ground hog day and memory dump? It is just so weird, I want out or do I? Ek can not keep the words from flowing out of the mouth. Operation is compromised. It was done to make the appearance seem what it is not but it is killings in the long run. I have to stop it from leaking out. As my head reads the screen from left to right, my body becomes glued to the seat and I cant move. Time races and the meter runs up. Concentrating hard as the words begin to flow more and more, time continues to fly and I cant focus anymore. I can still see the sweat rolling down my face. EK turned on the faucet. Words pour out tlike water as people are left to die from thirst. Millions of gallons of water has not leaked out but with time a million will seem like 2 dollars. I am beginning to wonder why I can not move. My feet are submerged, my knees now. I keep reading. The Night Bringing Creature comforts begin to listen harder to Ek and everything that comes out quenches their thirst. Ek is blinded by the bright faces seen. What Ek cant see is the mirror held in front of the Night Bringing Creature comforts. mirrors hide their true identity and reflects something else. The water is up to my chest now. I see I can leave and I do. As I'm outside, I look in to see Ek has ran out of water. He knows. He prays.
i wandered through the plains
with my pony by my side
and we both would die of thirst
we wouldnt make it through the night
cuz the posse lay upon our heels
they strike with bayonets
hurting blisters theyve bestowed
upon my heels i cant forget
with the sun upon my head
and a six gun on my side
i wish that i could tell you
that my horse could bear the ride
she collapsed right in the field
i had to leave her body there
trusted friend though she was
i couldnt carry her i swear
so i found a shallow river
and i drank to fill my blood
how i wish that tender horse
could taste the sweetness from above
still i wander with my blisters
and my six gun by my side
still a wounded bounty hunter
with no gentle horse to ride
Something to do.
Each time I look at you,
I wonder how it is that I'll fix this.
The broken mind that is mine
can I make the repairs,
Before you lose your interest.
I’m bent from this business
Of begging forgiveness,
running around putting out fires.
You are my modulation
as I hold out for hope.
Once consumed by substance
Now bailing water from
my metaphorical tug boat.
Dragging you along,
against the current.
To give up,
Giving the water it’s way.
That’s why I beg for one more chance,
Something to do.
Like random nuts & bolts in a jar,
You know the right size can’t be far.
I just have to dig around in this damn jar.
Something to do.
This is always the case.
My heart was always in the right place.
Complacent was the world around me.
brought me bounty.
and ask that you look
How it is
that you found me.
You could actually count on me.
People loved to hear the sound of me,
But that was before my grounding.
Something to do.
I dive bombed into the sand.
If I had broken a body part
It would've been a hand.
Mending my wounds,
this is my job now.
One day ill make you proud.
The Flower Head
I see a flower floating down the middle of the stream
It causes me to stop in my walk.
Why a flower floating alone, what a strange scene
The petals all tight, just the flower head, and no stalk.
Did it drop or was it cast just, like the proverbial bread?
It bobbed up and down disappeared and then returned
I saw some petals had separated from the head.
They started to drift from the flower as it churned.
And the gap grew wider and wider
Soon it was so wide it couldn’t be closed, the water a real divider.
It made me think was it me as the flower head spun in the stream
Was I the head were my petals my friends?
We stick together through life’s rich pattern and schemes
I watch for a while but the stream bends
When the going gets tough and the water gets rough
Some petals break away and drift off
But some stick on the head and the water they tread
They will stick with the head, and at life’s troubles they scoff.
The wind was blowing when she left the city...
I believe it was twenty below...
Where she was going she already knew...
But... first she had things she had to do...
Get rid of the body that was clear....
There were no options, it had to disappear....
The heater was broken and blowing cold air...
She could feel the ice, building up in her hair..
She had cleaned up the blood as best she could...
As she had hit him hard with that log of wood...
All she had asked him, was to light a fire...
To take off the chill in the house....
Do it yourself if you are cold...he snapped
And while you’re at it get me a cold beer...from the fridge..
It was early morning when she finally arrived at the bridge..
This was his favourite fishing spot...
She pushed his body off the pier...along with his ice cold beer..
And suddenly began to shiver and sneeze.....
Oh well, she said...this too shall pass..
When I get to the Florida Keys..
PS..this is the first in a series..watch for part 2.."gator bait..the dream "
As the tide comes in,
As the wind begins to blow,
As the world watches on,
The fires begin to grow.
As the homes begin to sink,
As the roads begin to drown,
As the water begins to rise,
In the long island sound.
As the power begins to fade,
As the lights go out,
As the people tremble with fear,
The wind begins to shout.
As the trees settle on the ground,
As night becomes day,
As the water begins to recede,
In the New Jersey bay.
As the people return home,
As the friendships be reborn,
As they held each other tight,
They survived the storm.
Dedicated to the many of super storm Sandy.
Jesus Is The Living Water
Jesus is the living water which can satisfy.
HE is the oasis in a land barren and dry.
Only HE can bring true satisfaction deep within.
HIS living water can break the bondage of sin.
He awaits you with his love and grace.
His living water shall fill your "empty space."
You were made according to his design.
He created this world with you in mind.
Come and drink of his water that only he can give.
Taste of his everlasting love each day that you live.
NOW is the day of salvation. Please don't delay!
Listen to the words Jesus has to say.
His promises are forever, steadfast and true!
It is no secret of how much he loves YOU!
By Jim Pemberton
I do not know?
Those Distant African Nights...
The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,
a cool breeze teasing your bare back,
streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,
as my hands stroked your hair,
kissing your soft mouth,
ever so tight.
You whispered that you loved me,
and I kept silent,
the rain fell,
the breeze teased your naked back,
you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,
the rain washed over our tender nights,
lightning and candlelight,
etching poems on your burnished skin,
a fear gnawed at me,
We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,
now, after numberless thunderstorms,
the rain that falls,
echo the countless tears that I have shed.
You are long gone,
happy, I pray,
yet the memories persist,
those precious moments shall never,
like the Jo'burg rains,
and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,
for it was I who was not worthy,
and it is I who is not worthy,
You were always true,
it was I who always,
to give myself,
completely to you.
In and out like that of a play
His wound now bore a mysterious clay
The Capitan’s voice made him stay
As he bowed now in silence to pray
As he awoke in the morn he slips
A water glass to his dry sweet lips
The witch doctor smiled and came to grips
To the startled son that time forgets
Smells of food ensnared his hunger
A bellow followed its sound was thunder
“Morning child! A hungry monger?”
The boy sat up his food placed under
Hot rolls, sliced ham, and sausage links
“A bath today, this boy now stinks!”
The captain agrees to what doc now thinks
To wash away the blood that leaks
His wound stung when the water struck
A model ship and a rubber duck
Shared the tub, the lads in luck
Red Beards love has finally struck
One day Water said to Earth
“I ruled long before your birth,
I was here first, I hold the key,
Bow down to my seniority”
Earth replied to water with a laugh
“I paved my own path!
You may have been here first, it’s true,
But in the end my might bested you.”
The oceans swelled and roared
And the skies, they violently poured
As Water threatened to once again drown
So then Air jumped in with a frown
“Must you two always bicker?
This fuss will cause Fire to stir,
We all know what a bother he will be,
So please agree to disagree, peacefully!”
But the intervention came much too late
As Fire awoke with a blazing shake
“Who was here first, that’s no victory,
Not when there is a force as great as me!”
Fire began to swell with pride
Until Water doused him in her tide
Earth laughed with a great big rumble
Filling Water with rocky crumble
Water replied with a great big wave
Leaving Earth’s garden naught but a grave
“My flowers! You have drown them all!
With that Earth shook down a great waterfall.
Water cried out, for she was undeniably vain
Without it she felt quite plain
Fire, still upset over the blow to his pride
Joined up and took Earth’s side
The three began to unleash their wrath
Destroying much in their explosive path
Until Air decided that she had had enough
And she blew with one mighty puff
To pieces the Earth fell with a bash
And Water flew back with a crash
Fire shrunk into a tiny light
And Air took advantage from the break in the fight
“Why must you always try to be superior?
When we got along, things were merrier.
We work so much better
When we work together!
Earth, you and Water pave the way
So the creatures of the world can live every day!
And Fire, you are needed just as much
Life would perish without your warm touch.”
Water ran smooth, feeling foolish
Such destruction was never her wish
Earth grew still similarly,
“I am so sorry,” said he.
Even Fire seemed to feel some shame
As he all but extinguished his flame
The elements worked together once more
Another quarrel added to the stories of lore
Some friends willfully forget an unlucky heart
from whose trine flowed the richest waters
to soothe their qualms
as desert shady palms.
It gave them all it had, leaving nothing for itself;
hasn't forgetfulness replaced the warmth of that light?
Someone should remind them by writing on a wall:
that God never forgets a goodhearted soul
for the generous deeds it has done:
giving everything and receiving none!
" Shame " should be written on each face...
proclaiming to be righteous and favored by grace!
He lives in a shack built on wood poles shaken by cyclones,
and he survives on water and crackers,
a candle has replaced a light-bulb with thirty watts...
even tap water can't satiate his empty guts;
a slice of bread is a rare delicacy,
not mentioning cheap, tasteless coffee.
God never forgets a goodhearted soul,
the one that helped others face life with grit
and feeding their mouths by uplifting their spirit;
where are they now: distant as a cloud, looking down as a seagull?
Why can't they attend to his needs with generosity and wit?
No, he is not one of them anymore...only a disgraced destitute!
Rags clothe his body, but joy dwells in his faithful soul,
prayers keep him alive...he rejoices greeting the dazzling sunrise;
into the pristine river he bathes daily and sings with truthful and joyful eyes:
he will have tasted Paradise even before his death!
The poor man, so rich in faith, will sing until you runs out of breath;
the forgotten man, so weak, will reach Heaven having completed his earthly role!
to cut down tridents of false truths that men gather ......they peace and plan for
tomorrow, but I can't understand why they have such a nothing plan
in power the rich....they control us all....but who, in the beginning took the fall?
it was Adam and not Eve...even though the truth to this Myth is only
contradictory...I want to discover the entire story
My version is that the Adam & Eve just proove that man's will
betrayed God himself for a naked piece of ass
of Mary Magdaline...of Colassis of Rhodes...of Panic stricken garbage talking
politicians that we have since known....
not so simple...located in a dimple of time....that's why I continue to rasp and
loss of Innocence ...with fig leaf of grievance....is no true explanation...I liken to
the anthropologist...who once said...the Egyptians knew more than history;....
Their knowledge contemplation...in every conglomeration...can only execute
phases of ordered information ordered by the One
Blashephy...you quell?? Well, it's much better than an inordinant pre destined
what the Roman Catholocs take for truth is what they have been shoving down
the throats of innocents since religion became the rule
which is so much just a ruling tool for those in power over those who have
and I rhyme off into the eve...just ask me another word......and I'll pull it out me
laugh out loud doesnt' qualify
i'm mister bright side...
yes, Ur and I really like that
I'm miss glass half empty but always see the water near, lol
and I'm a water bearer - dear...
an Aquarian to the core..I look towards ways to gradually restore....
Images of gratuitous purity.....or right...the young don't understand security....
sometimes I think that I think too much....but what does that mean...? the cause
and the effect and the in between...
Sometimes I think too much and it wasn't really about much it all
in the end....but at the time..it is sublime
I do not know?
So water for you is thicker than blood
what happens when that water rises
and causes a flood
when that water falls into your dirt
and leaves you standing in mud
all alone and hurt
Will you think of me
when the blood drops on your shirt
Don’t go near the river a tree has fallen down
The flow is blocked and it caused a dam if you fall in you could drown
But to us children this an invitation was
A big happening in our lives we had to see the cause
Of course we would not climb down to the tree
From high upon the bank we would satisfy our curiosity
Down Milfort Avenue we all trouped
The excitement mounting with-in our group
The boys were there first of course
Down at the roots torn from the ground with such force
You girls they shouted stay away it was their find
Just go home play with your dolls and leave our tree behind
Well did you ever hear such rot
We will soon show that lot
Mother’s warning soon forgot down we went to the spot
Those roots from up high did not seem so tall
But now down beside them we were made to feel small
Like gaint arms they were all slimy and wet
But we girls would conquer this climb you bet
I never was brave and from the start
My legs were shaking and in my heart
I knew I should back down and risk being the fool
But pride would not let me so I tried to act cool
The others had climbed over and to the far side had gone
Knowing I was frightened they egged me on
Up I went onto that tree trunk
Looking down to the river below my heart sunk
What would I do if I fell in I had never learned to swim
Well it happened and into water I fell for my sins
Plunged to the bottom then up I floated gasping for air
Again the depths called the water my death would share
With bravery someone dived in to save me from my watery grave
Trailed to the bank and with the water pumped out my life was saved
A neighbor heard the commotion and running came
Then into her house to recover my legs some strength to gain
For the walk back home to face Mum my misbehavior to declare
I really was a sorry sight but I did not care
Jumper and tartan skirt soggy the red dye running down my thighs
Perhaps she would think it was blood I had better start to cry
Water filled the fur lined leather boots which slopped and weighed a ton
My dad had worked for hours to pay for them and look what had I done
So sorry I was for myself but punishment I had to accept
My friends there with me for support they stayed and yet
When Mum’s face through that front door appeared
They drifted away the blame they feared
In I was hauled and asked to explain
Why I had ignored her orders given so plain
The snow doth fall upon my face
with cool spots of icy water that soon melt from the heat of 98 point 6
The snow fills my bird bath 'til it piles up and creates a dome no bird will negotiate
The river, behind my house flows slower as snow and freezing temperatures begin to solidify the water
And there is my neighbor, struggling to remove the snow from her driveway
I see her breath as each shovelful advances her progress to the street
Within a few moments her driveway is clear as I whisk my snow blower through the 3 foot berm to the open roadway
She says thank you in her soft and bone chilled voice
I call back,"Merry Christmas".
Have you heard about the two tribesmen who were cannibals?
They're names were "Zee" and "Zoo" and often met in the forest to discuss their meals.
One day, Zee says to Zoo, "Have you caught any missionaries lately like you should?"
Zoo replied, "Yes, but they haven't tasted too good."
Zee said, "My friend, let me give you a clue,
It's all in the preparation, that's what you have to do."
"What do you mean?", asked Zoo quizically,
"I have always prepared and cooked them as my father taught me."
Zee responded, "When you get one, prepare him as before...
but before you cook him, put him in some boiling water for thirty minutes or more.
You will find that it makes them tender and sweet,
From the top of their heads, to the soles of their feet."
They parted as was their custom, each his own separate way to go,
Zoo promising himself that he would try as his friend suggested he do.
A few weeks had passed before they met again,
Zee said to Zoo, "Any missionaries caught since then?"
"Yes", said Zoo, "And I tried what you say...
Boiling them in the water before cooking them all the way."
Zee could see his friend was upset,
"Wasn't it the tenderest missionary you ever et?"
"No", replied Zoo..."He was very tough,
I thought I would break a tooth...that's how rough!"
Zee thought for a moment then slapped himself in the head,
"What did he look like?" was all he said.
Zoo described him..."Plump, with a heavy brown robe to wear,
and on his head only a circle of hair."
Zee looked at him then cast his eyes down,
"I'm sorry, my friend", he said as he looked at the ground.
"That is a special kind of missionary you see,
I forgot to tell you about them...shame on me!"
Zoo wondered what was so special about this missionary,
He asked, "I don't understand, what your telling me."
Zee said to Zoo, "I told you to boil them but because of my whim,
I forgot that that's a FRIAR...You don't parboil him!"
I do not know?
WE WERE ONE WITH THE FLOW THE VIEW WAS BEAUTIFUL
LIKE A SHIP WE FLOATED THROUGH THE OCEAN AND SEA
THE WAVES AND THE WIND WE FELT EVERY SPARKLING DAY
AS IT SHINED DOWN, WE NEEDED NOBODY WE FULLFILLED EACHOTHER'S NEED
WE SMILED WE JOKED EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE I WOULD CHOKE
I GOT NERVOUS GOT SCARED, WE WERE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE JUST WATER AND AIR
YOU DIDNT PANICK JUST TOOK MY HAND AND SAID I GOT YOU CHRISTINA
I WAS EXCITED I FELT SAFE I KNEW NOBODY COULD REPLACE
THAT FEELING,THAT PLACE,THAT SHIP, YOU WERE THERE
COULD NEVER EXPLAIN TO EVERYONE WHY WE WERE SO PERFECT
IT WAS OUR FRIENDSHIP'S BOND THAT MADE IT ALL WORTH IT
IF I CRIED YOU KNEW HOW TO MAKE THOSE TEARS DRY UP
AND IF I WAS MAD IT WAS YOU WHO TOLD ME NOT TO GIVE A ****
DAMN THINGS WERE REALLY GOING GREAT,I HAD YOUR BACK AND YOU HAD MINE
NOBODY COULD DO US HARM BECAUSE IF THEY DID IT WAS THEM WHO DID THE TIME
I WAS THAT RIDE OR DIE GIRL THAT WITH EVERY CUT HAD YOU STITCHED
AND IT SEEMS AT ONE POINT IT WAS STILL ME YOU DITCHED
THIS BEAUTIFUL SHIP WE BUILT TOGETHER STARTED SINKING
WHEN ALONG THE RIDE YOU STARTED THINKING
SHE WAS WHAT YOU WANTED, SHE WAS THE IT GIRL,SHE WAS THE ONE YOU FELT PUT YOUR LIFE TOGETHER
I WAS HAPPY FOR YOU REALLY I WAS, BUT YOU STARTED FORGETTING ABOUT ME YOU LEFT ME OUT IN THE TOUGHEST WHEATHER
I CRIED,YOU REALLY DID HURT ME,I GUESS IT HURTS MORE WHEN ITS THE PERSON YOU LEAST EXPECT
IT WAS YOUR BETRAYAL I NEVER DID DETECT,IM JUST SHOCKED THAT ITS ME YOU WOULD REJECT.
NOW THE PERFECT DAYS FLOATING THROUGH THE OCEAN HAS TURNED INTO A HURRICANE BRINGING ME PAIN
THE WIND IS NO LONGER CRISP, ITS FILLED WITH ANGER,TEARING DOWN OUR WALLS AND OUR ROOF
THE WATER SWALLOWS OUR MEMORIES AND THE SHARKS FEAST AT WHATS LEFT AND POOF!
OUR SINKING SHIP OF FRIENDSHIP IS GONE
WHAT DID I DO WRONG?
We went for a drink my mate Mark and me
The idea was to get as drunk as could be
A mate and a half was my drinking pal
He won’t like this story but I think I shall
We went round the pubs of Shrewsbury town
And after we’d sunk nine or ten pints down
An Indian curry was the order of the day
We would eat it in not take it away
In the mardol the curry house beckoned us in
The room it was empty a terrible sin
In the dimly lit restaurant we ordered our grub
Both slurring our words having just left the pub
A vindaloo curry with pilau rice
Mark looked at the waiter and said, “make that twice”
I told him “its hot and spicy old mate”
He told me he’d eat it as well as the plate
We waited for ages it seemed for the meal
But when it arrived something happened unreal
A big jug of water and glasses were set
Of which one of us noticed the water was wet
The meal on the table I started to eat
My eyes and nose running from the spicy heat
Mark took one mouthful and gave out an ugh
Then went for the water sat there in the jug
No time for a glass he drank straight from the jug
Then once again came that terrible ugh
Bring me some chips he shouted at length
I ate both the curries it took all my strength
When leaving the curry house on that night
His mouth was still burning, but laughing alright
Next time I said think before you drink
If all curries are that hot he said I’ll bring my own sink
I do not know?
Remembering my friends, from each and every day
Just like water our friendship is still, and here to stay.
Comparing friends to water, you'd be amazed to learn about
How similar they always are, in my mind I have no doubt.
Water being ether dark misty, sometimes crystal clear
Friends too can have these things, you just needn't fear.
For friendship is about, who you can rely on and trust
Making friends is a part of life, I say it's really a must.
Describing with the undying term, seeing friends as water
Protecting them even in the future, their son and daughter.
You see their water as dark, their probably not all that nice
If you assume their water is misty, your chancing with dice.
If you see your friends water, crystal clear as the sky
They're a really good friend, time really has passed by.
Everyone's body will age, but friendship won’t die down
Treating each other like royals, right along the crown.
Don't judge by the cover, but by the water's purity
Friends forever with what I call, the future's trinity.
Friends are the people, that would never betray you
They would stand up for you, that is so entirely true.
Upon the friendly waters, of this wishful undying way
Friendship brings us closer, this I always have to say.
Bring about the truth, from within the watery greatness
Being without friends, this is what has become loneliness.
I do not know?
There once was this Baby-blue flower
That I use to know
If she didn’t get water
There was no chance for her to grow
Well, Baby-blue was planted
Where no water flowed near
It was only rain that fed her
Hardly any came one year
It left Baby-blue wilted and dying
But, she pulled herself through
Managing to survive
On nothing more than the dew
Deciding while feeling weak and uncared for
Just too finally give up
Along side of Baby-blue
Popped sweet Buttercup
By him, Baby-blue was mesmerized
And felt under a trance
Thinking it’s worth holding on
To give life with Buttercup a chance
Sweet Buttercup helped Baby-blue
That back then, he did not know
Just by sharing life with her
He saved her from death row
In a night,
my flight turned into a storm.
Both rocky and calm,
Full of gusts and minor debris.
Rain pelted me,
The thunder struck behind me,
The wind chilled my body,
I am all alone.
My nest is gone.
My family is gone;
The cat dominated my home.
But now, I am flying.
To the south,
Where warm weather and promise awaits.
The ocean below me is exquisite and powerful,
Under the moon and stars.
The water raging.
The water foaming.
The fish swimming in there schools,
The coral providing homes
Sunlight touched my chilled feathers,
The trees inviting my stay.
I preened and the wind ruffled,
What am I to do?
Where am I to go?
Mountains loomed before me,
A rainbow painted across the sky.
I have to keep going,
I feel I must fly.
My life isn’t mine.
My goal not achieved.
There is more.
I know it.
There’s a house below,
It’s a cabin among the pine trees.
I can dream. . .
For peace, for serenity.
There is a window and a ledge,
A shiny, tiny bell waved on a collar.
A pipe sat on the side table.
The fireplace ablaze with fire.
The old man looked at me,
The orange tabby did to.
He opened the window,
My feet stayed on the ledge; I backed away.
Tabby looks curious,
Amber eyes a-glow.
He held his finger out,
I felt compelled to remain.
My feathers are still soaked.
He touched my wing.
I moved closer.
A peek at the tabby.
Inside the cabin.
Here I stay.
This is my home.
I play fly tag with Tabby.
I have my place on the fireplace.
I can stay.
Until I have to fly away again.
Occupied of dirty laundry
And Chuck Palahniuk
This grungy fume
Smells of coffee beans
Stirred with cigarette butts
And dirty feet
Neutral Milk Hotel is singing
Through that dirty old stereo of yours
On top is a stack of
Scratched up mixes I created
Built to Spill
And Leslie Feist
Scribbled with my sharpies
24 pack purchased at Costco
Is all too familiar
And this room reeks
Of the late Saturday nights
Spent watching Spiderman one and two
Those summer days
Full of slices at Dream
And rooftop adventures
The miles soaked
In that dark maroon truck
Where your baby brother’s safety chair
Always got tangled up with the seat belt
You got frustrated
And I just laughed
Those kitchen afternoons
Full of Honey Bunches of Oats
And mouth-watering sandwiches
Light on the mayo
And heavy on the mustard
The lazy Sundays
Keeping our hands warm
With a cup of English Breakfast
Find us downtown
Wondering around Second Street
Notes left on the counter
Don’t forget to water the plants
And absolutely no guests
With an examination mark at the end
You never did forget to water the plants
Hand in hand
With a zip lock bag full of trail mix
With the world at our feet
That smile of yours
Takes me back
Three seats ahead of me
A small frame
With a big head
Abnormally long arms
A devious smile
From ear to ear
No braces provided
And uneven bangs
A deep voice
For a little man
A supernatural world
Full of villains
And superhero capes
Snatched from Goodwill
Cheated the soda machine
And smacked lockers
Just to hear the magnetic mirrors
The face is so familiar
And the past is vivid
But I know nothing about you
How are you?
How is she?
Do you remember that
One time we
Raced in the dark
Till our insides almost exploded
That night I almost fell
Off your rooftop
Pointing out the Big Dipper
Float through my mind
By the way
Your hideous attempt
To draw a triceratops
Is still hanging on my wall
Thanks for that