Meet my friends Nip also Tuck here
in my imaginary...
came to flabber, jabber with us,
Right there!
swimming together!
see them...
Nip is a master of diguises,
can change any color, skin texture,
rearange any tentacle size,
in water, murky! salt! a mixture
Tuck has super senses,
makes no mistake,
with intense vibrations,
can enter a metabolic state...
We'll go for some mouthwatering bites,
through my inner Abyss, one salty sea,
All- having insatiable appetites...
let's lose Tuck, so not to nip you or me,
on our way is a Laugh Inn Dinner,
delites, they serve, me'ate'o'rights,
taste better than condence...
'there'- We'll build confidence, or not,
We'll need to shed a tear
upon our sudden 'wake-up'
for our escape, without fear
an a tear, we'll need to take
to get back out, from here,
a single tear-drop, from an eye,
drip us, out of an optical sphere,
back...back...back from my minds-eye
for this dream will not reappear!
Or you can simply Click: ( Close X )
I see how it once was
Days of crystal line Blue skies
& emerald green seas
of sweet grass, gently
Swaying …
from Horizon to horizons edge
it rides up the sides of mountains
Down into the valley low
all in Midsummers glow
keeps it’s peace & I move
into the cool Grace of autumns to come
the setting sun that warms my chilled face
in my mind I see all how it once was
In my mind's contorted eye
My heart laments for our generation
And generations to come
In my mind's disgruntled eye,
I see squalor and poverty in Sudan
I see disaster, hunger,
Consuming, scavenging, rampaging
The bowels of our land
My heart weeps for the oppressed,
Displaced, and brutalized
In my mind's injured eye
I see the ruins of Bosnia
And the bloodbath in Grosny
Yesterday was Somalia, today Afghanistan
We all are engulfed in a bitter, unending race
In my mind's tired, confused eye
I see resigned, helpless faces
Of a saturated generation
Waiting hopelessly for the final
Chiming of the clock
My minds a strange place to be,
the many people who make up me,
the different sides, I sometimes hide,
Multitudes of personality.
Your minds a stranger place to be,
I arrived there one christmas eve,
it looks like fun, the things you done,
I saw it all, then took my leave.
©John-Ovan.P.Hull