Violin player's eyes are starry
beauty like the glitter,
The notes take to dark-ness
strong bones don't wither
deep sea's treasures
blue and color green
inside a pirate's eyes.
Don't confuse the seasons
to chills of the Winter-time,
undecided or believe lies
Not the warmth of Bret hen.
To forgive is to take
away your sole lake
and the ruminations
of this abandoned town,
This too is a sin of pride
and vulnerability
red toxins into splashes,
echoes are deathly sounds
Cracked smashed windows
like the dour of pavements
but the detail is amazing,
unlike a city of simplicity
drones in for a coffee,
but lets shrug off the rest.....
He picks up the instrument....
The stone shoulders of the waterfall
are covered in graffiti,
letters and symbols daubed onto
small cliff faces
Gang tags I guess; covert proclamations.
Apparently Janice loves Bret also.
Yet it is a pretty place, and the water falls
as sound and light
not too loud nor too bright
a fall and flight
that delights the air.
The stream bubbles and swirls for a while
then meanders away
crossing a stretch of bottom land
forgetful of any plunge or spill.
I don’t really notice the graffiti anymore
it has ingrained its presence into the scenery
I watch only the falling water
how it splashes upon itself
creating its own watery language;
how then when it wanders away
seemingly well pleased with what it said.
I can intuit the ubiquity of that aqua-patois,
a fluid eloquence flowing over silence.
No tray
Today!
‘Tiddles’
Piddles
On floor
By door
Cat shat
On mat!
Squitty
Kitty!
Owner
moaner
Cleans mess..
Distress
Cat ill
Got chill
Sees vet
Named Bret
Treats puss
No fuss
Huge bill
For Pill
Cat well
All’s swell
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I grew a beard to not have to shave,
I grew a beard to age,
Ripe in color, Brown, black, red and Silver entwined,
I grew a beard, now the kids think I want to be Bret Favre,
I grew a beard so I wouldn't have to shave,
the razor on my neck gone baby gone
Where are the scissors I need a trim....
i dreamt a dream the other night
where up was down and left was right
fox news was gone all anti Bush
Obama now there latest crush
Bill O Reilly was campaigning
to free Bradley Manning
Shepard Smith announced
he was no longer fake tanning
reports were coming thick and fast
revelations revealing Grechens exotic past
the truth exposed re. Bret Baier
totally bald thats spray on hair
unfair and unbalanced was now the logo
Megan Kelly quit and now dancing gogo
Murdoch declared he was terminly ill
Bill Hemmer broke the story of the old mans will
every cent to charity
that im afraid was too much for me
i awoke confused and in a sweat
in a panic turned on my tv set
oh thank God sanity restored
O Reilly was on declaring Manning a coward
turns out Grechens past was squeaky clean
Obamas policys are all obscene
love in with George W scheduled for 8 o clock
but poor Megans still dancing around the clock.
Come take all away
this home of my toil
rip it all down
leave only the soil
At 10pm Saturday
you showed me the way
to discard this life
to force a new day
I urge on the winds
jumping with glee
knowing before Bret
I’ve no choice but flee
The years here my pride
my family calls home
but also my exile
from the life I’ve been shown
So bring on the hurricane
center eye on this realm
command my decisions
force me to helm
I go now and rest
to prepare the new day
my dreams will sustain
this storm lights my way
The nimbus finally rise
over my home on this beach
8 months I’ve been waiting
straining the leash
My shield is now strong
I can vanquish all foes
destroy this forced exile
clear away her past woes
The shoreline I’ve written of
will now finally wash way
portending the promise
dawning new day
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