I hear them in the hallway giggling and laughing.
A bunch of excited geese, making loud exuberant noises.
My co-workers who are arriving a few minutes early.
I listen and smile, wondering if they know how happy they sound.
It brings the day forward on a good note.
An ape field is characterized by the numbers of bananas who climb with care through long grass. Much is the secretions of melons attempting a tango. Whilst lemons lie down on billiard tables. In boardrooms. Globally. Into enter internal ancient places. Lit with shafts of sunlight. Dusty areas omit the past through air channels. And a decorated camel coughs and burps. His eyes accustomed to eras. And his soul attuned to the ground. Tut tut tut then but no tutus. Merely a great magnitude of being. In stature placed. And in scrolls explained. Texts are not modernity they are a firm of a diary. To foretell and predict. To climb through to the chamber where planets can be seen. And thus joining energies to another house. Containers arriving a filled and leave. Yet often hiding from mankind is a source. How utterly incredible then. A very tall tree. Golden leaves and pale boughs'. Intricately formed lengthy branches. Discuss not with scarab beetle. As it wishes only war. Sand sanded steep steeples sagaciously. And now point in to a blackness. Xxxx and treatment of a society xxxx no hahahaha today xxxxx characterisation z. Octavia x
Sitting on his little lily leaf feeling alone
legs dangling over the side wishing
scratching his head top for that magic
with his tiny webbed fingers frowns
missing something above smiling
Hair brained every single second sparks
electric thoughts in warm glowing joy
through the sunlight beams happiness
Dew shining in your jewels
sparkling magic visions enchants
a blossoming dream begging that kiss
The eyes popping out
gasping awaiting his summer sun
arriving a gem sparkling awe all over beauty
Golden wonder whisked away this heart
our souls when joined sang sweetest music
all honor and love bows in bliss
sunlight your colors utopia rainbow inside dreams
In a chariot within your light
bathing in the sweetest senses
Lips off a spirit flies with the butterflies
dancing within your beauty
shining one amazing treasure princess
I want to runaway elope with you
dancing with you a ball within dreams
(This is a fictional poem)
When my friend watches TV and movies, he believes that everything is real.
He was eventually committed and now he's taking pills.
When he watched ET, he really believed that aliens had landed.
He watched reruns of Gilligan's Island and he thought they were really stranded.
After watching Star Wars, he got mad because it didn't work when he tried to use
the force.
His wife had had all she could take so she got a divorce.
After watching Early Edition, he told his paperboy that he wanted his newspapers
to start arriving a day early.
The paperboy told him that he needed help because he was squirrely.
When he met Brandon Routh, he told him that he wouldn't tell people that his
secret identity is Clark Kent.
Routh called a mental institution and that's where my friend went.
I wonder if he'll ever realize that the stuff in TV shows is fake.
He may but there's no telling how long or how much medication it will take.