I can't think of anything more absurd
Than chatting with a haughty myna bird
He will outwit me by far
Since he's wiser than I are
He must think I am an ignorant nerd
I watch as you sent twirling ideas
Words to my silent lips
It felt like I was writing
Without the ink required
Told to decipher and admire
All that surrounded me
The idea and words
Came without restraint
Without these boundaries I saw beyond
The peak of dawn
Blessed by his wine
My mind he refined
Fruitful as required
God admired
The courage held within
To never give in
True joy to his art
When God created our hearts
Sad clown sitting in a downpour.
Washing away the plastic smiles and squirting flowers,
cherry nose cascading down the drain.
He Tosses the big clown feet to the shoeless urchin on the street
and his silly horn goes to the one everyone ignores,
Sad clown sitting in a downpour.
Now he's heading for the deepest woods
a two-thousand-year-old tree-tomorrow singing in the boughs,
near a virgin pond where he splashes the make-up away
and slaps a genuine smile back into his face.
Turning in for the night-under a roof of starlight
settling the score with his plastic smile life,
He's always been just a plain man, chatting with fireflies.
Our discussions were like dormant volcanos.
Often leaving a great trembling of heart.
Shaking us into blank eyed passages.
A shoeless march well beyond the tree line.
Your wild theories and philosophies flashing.
Black flakes of paranoia drifting and thrashing.
Exposing deep crevasses of a spinning mind.
Barking out your darkness from close behind.
You left me little choice but to keep climbing.
To blindly summit into a cloudy nothingness.
No time for pondering the mystery of stars.
Friend, I'm cutting ties with your acidic, whisperings.
Because you're so fond of cutting then leaving me to die.
I'm heading back down far below the icy tree line.
Into a softer light, to chat with angels of endless brightness.
#CHATTING IT UP: SUN & MOON
-What's Cooking Sunny?
-Over The "You Know Who"...Moon Beam!
SUN: Well, it seems to me that in spite of the LIGHT I IGNITE some choose the Darkness, instead of revealing their own ILLUMINATION, They Show Hesitation...
MOON: Talk about FRUSTRATION, I LIGHT A NIGHT'S SKY...All Is Needed Is:
T R Y*
©Renee D. Gross 01/12/2018#
Me:
Ain't I just loning like a wolf,
It is all my fault;
Miss those cosy conversations
With you.
I am feeling the pain
Of chatting with the wall,
I gotta face the music.
I don't know how to
Put it through to you,
You are always on my mind
It is something I cant do anything about.
Your videos are keeping me company,
Oh, I am going crazy, this is
My turning point, I will never mess
Around with Octopus, the pain is severe.
Her:
You always say that all the time,
I am just tired of it!
Me:
That's exactly what I am saying;
Tired of saying the same thing over:
Turning point,
Sunrise and sunset are not the same,
They just look alike!
CHATTING
Talking to God or talking to a baby
The chat is one sided and no reply
But it’s as much about what he hears
As what he says
I was chatting with Jesus when I came to ask him,
"So when are you going to make your big come back my friend?"
He replied to me rather sarcastically,
"I'll be back when I can play the piano again.
I still have some issues with everyone
who caused my slow death by way of crucifixion.
Such an ordeal is not easily forgiven."
*
Save your comments everyone. I know very well
that after I die, I'm going to hell.