THE WIZARD
Maxwell is a jolly old wizard
One day he got caught in a blizzard
never again will he go
to a place where there's snow
Prefers to lie in the sun like a lizard
SAT AT AN ANGLE
Perhaps this story I should not be sharing
Nothing under his shorts was he wearing
when he sat at an angle
from his shorts it would dangle
Not bothered not a sign he was caring
BLADDERWRACK
A group climbed up a high haystack
Then consumed a plate of fresh bladderwrack
constipation relieved
expected outcome achieved
They are now all feeling quite laid-back
DAISY
There's a myth surrounding old Daisy
reputed she was always quite lazy
always dux of her class
every subject she'd pass
The evidence seems to be hazy
A FULL BLADDER
Decided she'd climb a five metre ladder
Thirteen rungs up !! Bursting!! She's got a full bladder
peed from way above ground
many ants they got drowned
Job done she's now feeling much gladder
The angle of reality it performs.
In order that we see it's many forms.
The myriad of gentle notions rest.
Upon what nature considers the best.
There is the sour and there is the sweet.
There is the poor and there is the elite.
Then it's the Masters that will come along.
To change the world and brighten the song.
For it's the return of the Nature King,
For which the people will forever sing.
Evil angel why does you run from pain?
Evil angel what is going on again?
Evil angel why do you fear the coin toss.
Evil angel what would happen if you got tossed?
Any outer, stout, pouting white powder,
Could take you to some cloud?
Gimme a break for crying out loud...
Age will bring fables,
Some despise those that lie.
The next page will be stable,
Yet you must still attempt to try,
The force is unbalanced,
But we aren't watching Star Wars,
Sure, you have some talent,
Yet, this next period will draw its sword...
Eve must have heaved, bereaved, while leaving the lot...
A Dom realized the change when,
They both fell fruitless when they got...
Caught up in it,
Sick of it,
Sticking to the ,
That only through the pits,
One forgets,
It is very, very sick,
I quit...
Tick Tok tick
Just for another little bit,
When the world gets twirled around again,
Then sticks to the drip,
When there are no more fits,
While getting lit.
...
It’s a ruthless heatwave darling
Temps are thirty plus these days
Though it’s May, some leaves are falling
Baked to gold and brown phase
Saw banana moon last night
Hanging in the darkened sky
I imagined that you might
Have spotted it as well as I
But I guess you see the moon
From a different angle now
And its shape may change too soon
Sooner than this yellow bow
That I saw, will become rounder
And the big fat moon will rise
Upon us - we’ll sing about her
Like we did in good old times..
.
each mine tap
'pon slip
thuh
fromg top
'to see
mine
focus'd elsewhere
down
neath
when you look at life
from a different angle,
from the other side of the spectrum,
a negative can suddenly turn
into a positive.
The end of something
is actually the beginning
of something else.
Look at the word 'end',
not as the conclusion
of something,
but rather as
E...effort
N...never
D...dies,
which means when
one door shuts,
another door opens.
Look at the word 'no',
not as rejection,
but rather as
N...next
O...opportunity,
which means a blessing
is waiting for you
right around the corner.
Be patient.
When you look at life
from a different angle,
from the other side of the spectrum,
a negative will turn into
a positive.
I often go for the scene.
I want the story intertwined,
In the angle of the bottle.
The whole mood,
Of the narrative,
In the contour.
And it is the angle
And the contour
That keeps me in.
Like a hungry cat before its food.
In
any
right
angle
triangle
the square
of the long side
is equal to the sum
of the squares of the
two adjacent shorter sides,
according to Mister Pythagoras
We watched a man in the news.
Center seats, eye level view.
And he had Lucille sing.
That orchestra big diamond ring.
Now he wears his angle shoes.
BB, is the king of blues.
Under the angle of time
There is a coordinated effort of transparency.
In the utter lack of outer space
We’re all running back to the woods.
A sacrament unadorned, raining onto our heads,
Into our eyelids, into the taste buds.
I don’t plan to imagine anything.
This is a construct of destiny.
A destiny that works backwards,
Changing the past from the future.
Like a doctor with a time-traveling suture.
However,
Every star fades.
Empty as a Halloween pumpkin
Flat as a punctured tire
I note myself on the screen
In a t-shirt with Messiah
I almost said howdy mate
But next second I realized
He doesn’t care of my fate
Though he won’t be at all surprised
To meet his doppelganger
He’d probably buy me a drink
He’d look from a different angle
On every subject I link
Eventually I would see
That he’s not like me at all
“Thanks for the wine and tea,
I’d say, “now its time to go”.
.
So she's covered
not even her digit's
expose
today
mine hear finds the tickle
uv hern pretty
puff
puff
puff
puff
through the fluffy
new snow
A punishment…
So sweetly sickening it saddens me,
Oh, beautiful angle!
Was it truly your time?
The answer I’m not quite sure,
You lay there damaged,
Like a broken wind chime,
No song to sing no more.
Your severed wings bent so oddly,
Shattered glass glitters in the sun around you,
The liquid that once held you safe,
Does naught but drown you?
Be careful!
The edges of your smashed dome,
They might cut you!
Even more than the lying tongues of men.
Was your fall as glorious as Icarus had promised?
Or was it only a serpent’s call?
You might regret for eternity.
At last! Found your mind
Perpendicular to mine -
Just the right angle.
10.01.2023
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an enlightened soul you are I am blessed to have known ~ a shinning star
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