I operate on a humble acre of song grass.
Recently its slowly filling with stone and sand.
Once per lifetime, a vague law emerges from the brine.
Growling, "childhood shall come to an end".
Stones hover clumsily over flesh and bone.
Life is painfully precious; living has become voracious.
On this lonely acre of broken time and sand.
See firstly it concerns eyesight
How people see things
But why does it get used for their opinions
See if a doctor tried to operate on onion
Would it be an op onion
I never gave a hoot
about any others opinion on me
or cared what they thunk
Second lay my hat atop my home
I never class myself as I
Well a. pa. rt from there
because there has always been more than one
in hear
Here me well do donut care howl ewe spell
Witch words u ewes
Just a con missing it’s fuse
Would a sequence of con have any consequence
Out to play
I beckon to one of my trio of shadows
Only I (okay and there) see in
Side to side
like a stutttering slitthering sssnake
okay hands up all who made the hissss
Here take a nrut
Knot the usual
Paid the rent for the differ
Look at This
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The eye is the window of the heart:
The snow-white light of innocence,
shining through the dark
It's snow. But people
trying to make your eyes
operate on for beautiful
with money
They look at their eyes in a mirror and
think
"My heart will be beautiful too"
"There is no one who cannot be loved"
but what has been fixed is the eyes,
not the eyes
to make your eyes shine
don't stay away from the dark
When a surgeon had to operate on a man, she was pissed.
She botched the operation because the patient was sexist.
She learned he was sexist and botched the operation so that he would die.
She bragged about it to her friends, it was something that she did not deny.
But she didn't expect one of her friends to turn her in.
Now she's rotting in prison, she's no longer a surgeon.
She doesn't even realize she did wrong, she thought she had the right to kill.
A surgeon is never supposed to take a life, it's a surgeon's duty to try to heal.
She thinks her patient was scum but he was a better person than her.
At least he didn't kill another human being, he was not a murderer.
CHRISTMAS !
Time to operate on us,
the engine of love...!
To light the flame
of the harmonic heart,
Wake up to life...!
Call back,
the time of peace
and union.
summon the brotherhood
of the children of the Lord...
preach with fervor,
the universal
brotherhood..!
clearly hard being different
will take a strong flexible spine
despite how inconsiderate
must obey each and every sign
not so easy being odd
physically out of tune
spat on with words from god
vilified inside cartoons
existence well defined
by prigs and blissful ignorance
all must be tight aligned
to others’ selfish interests
don't step out of line
for they are ever watching
hate is not benign
your hang rope could be notching
the masses won't be swayed
left with little choice
traditions must be obeyed
don't dare raise your voice
operate on the down low
hide true feelings deep inside
let very few people know
normal's so hard to abide
clearly hard being different
despite how inconsiderate
physically out of tune
vilified inside cartoons
existence well defined
all must be tight aligned
don't step out of line
hate is not benign
the masses won't be swayed
traditions must be obeyed
hide those true feelings held inside
acting normal’s hard to abide
Time to operate on us,
the engine of love ...!
To light the flame and
from the harmonic heart,
Wake up to life...!
Call back,
peacetime and union.
Call the fellowship of men
invite all humanity
to join the Lord ...
Preaching fervently,
the universal
fraternity among
all on earth...
If plastic surgery was free
And painless
And available
And fast
What would I have done?
Can they do eyes? Mine have floaters.
Can they create teeth? Many of mine are missing.
Can they do left hips?
Mine has shingles.
Can they operate on you when you have oozing open sores?
Can I make an appointment please?
For a new hip?
It has been almost four weeks.
Surely they are not contagious any more.....
I see a change in history that bothers me
I see tiny cars that look like roller skates
I see people talking to machine to turn their lights on
I cannot find a phone both around
There are 100 channels on TV when we only had three
I can no longer get my milk delivered to me
My phone number is to long
I see cars driving themselves, what fun would that be?
Robots now operate on you, WOW!
Dictionary's are not in a book, they are now history
They have tires that fix themselves
There was more creativity then here today
You no longer need a hammer to build a house
The drive-in is now gone
Food comes in a box and it can be fixed in minutes
Movies come on a disc
History is now a mystery to the young, back then we had real fun
We talked to one another face to face not through space
We had real sex, there was no sex-ting whatever that maybe
Love was a mystery not seen on TV
Time moved slower back then, we had more time on our hands
I really don’t know what to say, I just miss yesterday
Alive to the beat of the quickening
And the tryst dripping from the soiled curb between
The lengths at which my mind wanders
I feel the sewer rampaging beneath my vapid feet
Like the fat of crispy bacon sizzle up in a frying pan
Excluding me from calling you
So much so
I know not which direction
Or path to take
To rescue Love
I want to go home
But not to a lonely bed
So tread the streets of woe instead
I must
Like taught kite strings
Remotely controlled
Operate on violent wings
I know not which way the currents blast my mast towards
No cure for stupidity or infidelities
Waste not want not
A silicon tear
On reckless abandonment in matters concerned love
Rather let it be the yardstick upon which to measure
The amount of pieces a broken heart can be shattered into
Chasing guilty selfish pleasures
When caring dissapates
Big hearts love the world
but may let too much in,
too fast, too soon;
the sense of self stretched to breaking.
Ego becomes fantasy,
a dream of emotional origins.
The world shifts away from touch,
The mind is helpless to operate on the future.
Bournemouth uk
operate on the people here
where it ends
nazis
Hey babe, how ya doin, how ya been? It's me, c'mon invite me in!
Say, nice place, where's the kitchen, what drawer are the knives in?!
Nice couch, does it fold out? Nice dog, what's his name? Does he fetch?
Play dead?
Burnt one, ate one, used the other as a table to operate on while the meat dripped from her ribs.
KNOCK KNOCK
Hey babe, it's your parents, let's invite them in!
Look boy! She pissed the carpet!
Good evening sir, Who am I? Why I'm Mike, your daughters inside, knees pulled to her chin!
Can I offer you a plate? It's hospitality with a side of your child's jelly-
Afterwards we'll have the desert thats long been cooking inside your wife's belly.
Our crazy hurry outwits our wits
We wish it is not true. the car speed.
The restaurants. the caution in the winds.
The rape and early sex the little child
Now knows, whose overwhelming juvenility
Had made men mad and wild
We too are perpetrators of the deed
That beckons wails and mourning
For with each dawn, true sense's warnings
Is out our dirty door. we too that bear
Pain's monstrous knife pierce our tender hearts.
Not just the cat burglars, beware
At whose wasting call joy departs
Or the inane thugs in the creeks
Who adulterated our kerosene
And operate on the filthy lane;
Where accidents and deserters are the bane
Of this dying days. killing the savior of
The crying child. making us handicaps,
Our earnest dreams elusive as elusive can be
And making mere men elements of sheer disgrace.
If a mere straw can break a camels back,
Why put straw on him to begin with?
It has to be done to go forward?
Never go back, make your own way,
Use that straw to make hay.
Then and only then will you succeed.
When your mother gave birth to you,
You went forward into this world,
If you tried to go back,
You would kill your mother.
When something is done,
It is final.
Choose your words wisely,
For once said, they are forever.
Find a strong camel to carry you?
If you add that mere straw,
You will be walking.
So be careful not to over load,
What your camel cannot carry.
A task can only be accomplished,
If it is done the proper way.
Now let me go operate on my brain?
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