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I feel the heat rising…the heat rising
It isn’t surprising me as you can see
It doesn’t surprise me, recognizing
That you are the moon of misery
I am the stars that shimmer agleam
Desert nature hears my silent scream
Wishing away reality with a dream
Dreaming away reality's fatality and its shiny stream
It’s frightening me
It’s not bothering you
Incredibly in this debris
An unfixed leak I am too
Higher God's nature and its self-esteem
I am waiting for California's sunny beam
But, Arizona's heat burns it out in a millisecond
It’s tough to comprehend our friendship bond
I am the number one o' one, a whole lot of fun
Not 37 – my favorite number and knowing that is important
Want to make you number one till our fun is done
I am like all the numbers I can think of…they are all significant
I feel like the countless heartbeats of a vigilant ant
I feel like an elder in writing and as silly as an infant
I feel the happy heat of the moving moment
When excitement fills our days in an instant
It surprises me that you and I have departed
I got perplexed, especially when we were gladly together as a family and all…
Our joy and sorrow were an island, uncharted
When I’m not around, just give me a text…my tablet isn’t able to take up a call
God's nature matters to me
His nature also matters to you
So, be nice to it and let it be
Or it might backfire mighty true
Nature feels betrayal
You and I feel it too
Won’t fall, will stand tall
Do what nature will do…
Grow,
Despite difficulties that drives me with motivation to pray on my knees
Know
You aren’t ever alone.. in the heat of a hundred and something degrees!
Keep it real –
God's glow
Yes, I feel
The heat flow
Felt it pretty much everywhere
Hope you know
You aren’t all alone, you hear?
Quit doubting and start faith's show,
Shining aglow
Will not shed a single tear here
Have no fear, for healing is near
Have childlike cheer, a change ear to ear
In this heat of a nightmare...but I won't fear
A look at the floorboard of my car
Gives a glimpse into my life
All the trash that's scattered about
Necessities to survive?
An old McDonald's bag spilling it's contents
I wonder if those fries are still any good
With nary a doubt I pop them into my mouth
Hey...don't judge me, you know some of you would
There's candy, bubblegum, fortune cookie wrappers
It's all a pretty even mix
What's this? Half a granola bar?
That day I must have been on a health kick
A fist full of bank statements...withdraw, withdraw, withdraw
Without a single deposit...what am I daft?!
Oh wait a minute, here we go
Overdraft, overdraft, overdraft
I swear I hear something moving
From underneath the passenger seat
Maybe tonight I'll leave the door open
Hoping against hope it'll set itself free
The floorboard of a car speaks much of a man
And this man is pretty much a slob
Guess you could say it's a part of my life
And you ladies know that me being a man...it's also part of my job
About time,
I've paid my dues I've crossed the line,
This moment I thought would never come,
Is in my grasp, the deed now done.
Don't get me wrong, I loved my Mum,
But all that passed would surely stun
Even a saint or the Lord above,
So tiring being an aimless dove.
Now I'm ready to take the world by storm,
Show them my worth, no longer act forlorn,
The wife I always wanted by my side,
I can finally get into my Kingly stride.
The Little niggle that remains,
Harry's willful character that pains,
I've summoned experts to hear what they might say
To finally obtain a sample of his mysterious DNA.
I'm not claiming he's not mine,
But as Americans would shout, ‘I wouldn't bet a dime’,
Thank goodness I've got my other boy,
A stand-up chap that brings me nothing but pure joy.
As to Camilla, my soulmate from the start,
From whom they never could tear me far apart,
She now stands by me as my Queen,
You saw me beam with joy like a lovestruck teen.
Don't get me wrong,
I'm painfully aware my reign may not be long,
But while I'm here, I plan to make my mark,
Understanding this job is no cakewalk in the park.
I've got the Aussies wanting to jump ship.
The Canadians on their own perennial trip,
The Scots plotting for a Clansman King,
And Parliament seeking me do next to nothing.
Yet I've got a plan,
Something that will surely stun,
Become a multimedia star,
And thus take them all across the bar.
I can jig, dance and sing,
Fly helicopters, do pretty much of anything,
Plant trees, help save our World
How can all of this be thought absurd.
Politicians just blow smoke,
Send their countries near flat broke,
I instead bring Billions in
Collecting smiles from wheresoever I have been.
That said let me enjoy my moment in the sun,
Reflecting on all that's been and done,
My resolve is firm, my duty clear,
My life's work is aimed at all, both far and near.
So rest easy, enjoy the ride,
Sailing smoothly on a flowing tide,
Over a thousand years in the making
My oath is one of giving and not taking.
one man’s reality ~ is but another chimpanzee mimicry
Monoku quote by poet
Foremost on my mind today
is much the same as yesterday,
but not quite!
A nuanced imperceptibly has taken place
What say!
The cosmos has grown by one light day
Far out!
Very far out,
beyond the observable horizon of space
where there is no space
our bubble grows,
No way!
Well in fact every way
stretching in all directions
onwards, outwards, upwards,
downwards, backwards, and inwards
Inwards, how do?
To the point of where it began!
Oh the Big Bang?
Yes!
I mean no!
Because actually there was no bang
as sound-waves cannot
travel through space
The biggest bang ever
was absolutely silent!
Just shocking!
Hush now
this is going nowhere!
Well actually, it is going somewhere!
expanding billions of miles every second
Goddamm!
So what’s the point?
Exactly what is the point?
You mean, you don’t get it!
I think I get it,
I do get it!
There is no point!
Yes you really do get it!
Sorry to burst your bubble
Pop!!
Hey!
What?
What if the universe bursts its own bubble?
Oh that would just be
a Big Rip
Every particle in space would be ripped
back into its primordial plasmatic state
Like a Big Bang in reverse?
Pretty much so!
Wow!
You mean
You mean?
Say it go on!
You mean, we do it all over again?
Yes!
Pop!!
You’re an idiot!
I know,
so are you!!!
By David Kavanagh
You can have the days beginning
You can bring it to the end
You can clear out of the middle
Take it all with you my friend
You can swing from forever after
Relish in the here and now
Remove all of the laughter
Melt down the golden cow
You can pack up all belongings
Take it all away in tow
The only thing I ask of you
Is leave my Barry Manilow
You can take the sun from out its cradle
Remove the stars at night
Set to dry the gentle rains of spring
Take what you can of life
Feel free to stop the world from turning
Back it up if you must
Take my old 50's Chevy with you
Leaving behind the rust
Take the shore from its kissing of the sea
Lift the beggar from off his knees
You can pretty much do anything
Just leave my Barry Manilow with me
I'm not really much of a Barry Manilow fan...
this just sounded funny to me.
Although you do have to hand it to him...he did write the songs.
What can you say
About kids these days
'Cept they ain't got no respect
Walking around
Like a bunch of clowns
Hey punks pull up your pants
I don't really care
To see your underwear
Or any skid marks running up the back
Put on a belt
And if nothing else
It'll hold in all that lazy fat
And what you call music
I'm going to lose it
If I hear any more of that crap
Back in the day
We had people who sang
That didn't sound like a half strangled cat
And the way you cover your skin
With ink from the pen
In what you think are cool tattoos
I wonder what they'll look like
Later in life
When all that skin is hanging loose
All those piercings you've got hanging
Some even dingle dangling
Pretty much match the hole in your head
If you took them out kiddie
I bet the wind through you would whistle Dixie
That's pretty much it "Nuff Said"
Thanks Grandpa!
Diving and dodging Halloween’s trick-or-treating brigade
Is something Witch Heldabeth could pretty much do in the shade.
She had plenty of experience, and her light steps were keen.
Her gymnastics well known in the Coven’s Pure Glade.
She did a few dives, to show off her well-honed skills.
Sent some children screaming back home to the hills.
Her cat shrieked with delight, and her owl rolled his eyes.
As she experimented with tricks that would truly surprise.
Heldabeth had some other stuff up her sleeve now for sure.
She was a Halloween marvel, in the Coven Glade Pure.
She did some dance moves that were extremely clever.
Realizing she would be known throughout, maybe forever.
That Jonah, the one in the whale, as from God he tried to run
Being tossed from his sail he pretty much thought he was done
Finally after three long days the whale spit him towards shore
And no matter what anyone says this is what happened for sure
Now he had a three day trip ahead, Johan made that trip in one
Going to the King of Nineveh to plead for the city to repent
And they did, till the second Generation, but there Jonah did sit
Waiting to see the fall of a nation in still feeling Nineveh was a pit
It was hot on that distant hill funny how that big gourd just grew
Almost giving him a slight chill a new love like he never knew
Then the worm ate it from the inside and he lost such an accord
Jonah sat there and cried, not for Nineveh, but that stupid gourde
I have no gourde by my side but it is here that I do sit and wait
But oh! how often I have cried in the knowing of mankind's fate
The thief comes in the middle of the night as so are you unprepared
I just pray you come to see the Light and know that someone cared
1 Thessalonians 4:9
But as touching brotherly love ye need not that I write unto you:
for ye yourselves are taught of God to love one another
Millenniums have I traversed through mists and thunder
Hovering above volcanoes, stretching through sea-caves
My passionate trips surfaced along the meander
Of mountain ridges, swaying like a marooned slave
My autumnal greenness suffered a parch
In the days of searing summer pretty much
During winter the swirling wind laid me astray
Summer again to turn me green from grey
Suffering from others’ pains I writhed
The days of intense agony were built
The confounding rays of sun made me swoon
Was I born again? Was it nature’s boon?
Today I look up at the distant Sun
Covertly content; I have made my run
Everyone’s getting covid. It’s become serious.
And pretty much everyone here is triple vaxxed.
1 in 17 at Yale have it now. One of my roommates got it.
I’m hoping I get it - if I get it - before finals.
‘cause I doubt Yale professors would give extensions.
“You’re dying? Did you not read the syllabus? NO extensions”
“What were you like as a kid?“ He asked.
Umm, “naïve..,” “boyish.. obsessive.” I answered, thoughtfully.
And how would you describe yourself now? He follows-up.
Umm, “less naïve..” “boyish.. obsessive.,” we laughed.
2006: Taylor Swift releases her first album. I was three years old.
I grew up with her - every breakup, every turns-out-gay boyfriend.
She’s brilliant - don’t get me wrong - no doubt in the universe,
but she’s not the underdog any more - not an outsider - she’s FAB rich,
royalty, no, better than royalty. And she has the Taylor army.
Why is she always threatening physical violence?
Taylor is gay and straight, she’s republican, rageful, erotic and complex.
And I want to believe she actually ran someone down aka a Gatsby
She’s the Alexander Pope of our generation.
I’m just questioning the Taylor Swift breakup-industrial-complex.
Is Pete Davidson hot? I can’t decide.
He looks sort of gangly and awkward.
He’s dating Kim Kardashian.
I mean it’s not like Kanye is hot.
She’s obviously not looking for THAT.