There once was an Irish man named Ed Jog,
Who served time, for digging peat from a bog.
But it was beyond the pale,
Where he spent two nights in jail.
Before he explained, Pete was his sheepdog.
3 / 24 / 2025.
Moms beat their children half to death
For scissoring up their best white sheets
Cutting out two holes for eyes
Ghosts don't really look like that
Damaged linens is the Outer Limits
Is Addams Family crazy beyond the pale
Whiter than white turned gray
Thank you Thing!
Give Cousin Itt a comb for all that hair
To see through this vale of tears and darkness
Hand him a brush with death
A hand sandwich with mustard on it
Hand him a knife to cut through clouds
Gray beyond the pale
Beyond white sheets with holes cut in them
Blowing in the wind with ghosts still in them
Beyond the Pale
I hear the sound of laughter,
distant music upon my ear,
far away I can see their fires
dancing in the dark sky's mirror.
The desert is cold in the dry night,
yon ocean is briny and gray,
the forest is thick and lonely,
the mountains so very far away.
In the village there is dancing,
glad music and warmth and jest,
rich voices echo from the dark
as the innocent hug the blessed.
I feel their distant melodies
and sway slowly in the gloom;
dancing a dance long forgotten
with ghostly partner not exhumed.
There is a gate in the distance,
at the end of a winding trail.
I cannot go there this raw night;
I must abide beyond the pale.
Beyond the Pale
I hear the sound of laughter,
distant music upon my ear,
far away I can see their fires
dancing in the dark sky's mirror.
The desert is cold in the dry night,
yon ocean is briny and gray,
the forest is thick and lonely,
the mountains so very far away.
In the village there is dancing,
glad music and warmth and jest,
rich voices echo from the dark
as the innocent hug the blessed.
I feel their distant melodies
and sway slowly in the gloom;
dancing a dance long forgotten
with ghostly partner not exhumed.
There is a gate in the distance,
at the end of a dwindling trail.
I cannot go there this raw night;
I must abide beyond the pale.
There was a man who wrote nonsense all the critics pictured with comments All they could ever do was Lear for things falling out were ***** being pricked by their own conscience
A guard overseeing the king’s jail
Mocked the inmates without fail.
He spoke to them rudely
And treated them crudely.
Now the king has his head in a pail.
We seek in vain for answers to life beyond the pale,
And thought we never find them we look to no avail,
I think we had a contract tween Mark and Wayne and me,
To spend some time with Chris and June and then part company.
To be limited to live life in a fog
to keep the brain in neutral
for 30 years, was my lot, till I went to Acland
and found an answer.fruitful
Vitamin L Glutamin
My path had this governor attached until the age of 30,
then I started to learn?
Pre ordained handicaps,
part of the learning curve.
No limits to the power of thought!
Visualization of same. In a word.
Wendy was a karmic debt paid.
Anna was a period of insanity?
Chris. Was a karmic credit for me.
Trish was a karmic debt paying, romanticly
30 years later I’m learning how it works,
the mind creativity part.
There are lessons to be learned
in the cocoon of life
before the butterfly of death
hovers to claim the debris of mortality.
Don Johnson 27-july-11
You lay upon the warm wet earth
now ripped from limb to limb.
Your present shape denies the girth
of your form in its prime.
A life cut short and denied its worth
about you ivy climbs,
my love for you evokes the hearth
a bonfire which knows no end time.
Now fallen, slain, cast for rebirth,
the core of you sublime,
an earthly stump, at forest skirt
reminds me of grand times.
Soon, I too will go beyond the earth
recalling passion's prime,
through the veil of life unearthed
my heart returned to thine.
*ballad
A SEQUENCE FULTON
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CLONING
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Outside
the circle-
anticolours,
black,yellow-ochre and
paynes grey
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