It doesn’t depend on a choice but rather
You have it innately, or not
Though it can’t be derived from mother or father
Inevitably, with a lot
Of all other merits and habits they can
Subliminally pass to you
Either you belong, or you’re not one of them
Who live as if splat in two
The national mammals like to care about
The superior meanings of their tribe
But what goes around swiftly comes around
In reverse, from another side
When it comes to a whirlwind of echoes
The nationals can’t discern
Their own voice, and from what of ghettos
A heavier smoke returns.
B onkers – Crazed folks who have replaced Bankers
U nhinged – No longer refers to a door losing its hinges
R aging – People as stormy as Nature
S quatters – “What’s yours is mine”
T errorism – What the world lives with daily
The Cat in a Hat
sat on a mat
(the mat was flat)
when
Pat a bat
who was fat
(a flying rat)
chasing a gnat
(the gnat went zzzat)
dropped in
(splat!)
for a chat
(what a brat)
but
(tit for tat)
was told to scat
imagine that!
(Moral of the story: Uninvited unwelcome)
splat
all over you
sweet tender
love
turned to stone
pretty angel
you wanted
my ugly truth
my hard history--
--the long bent road
to
what I
pine
yearn
ache
waste away
for
hope it doesn't
crush you
there's a
prince in the beast
and a beast in
the prince
who still believes
fairy tales come true
that a good girl
could be his
even after
especially after
you
take him to dizzying
death defying
rapturous
heights from which
he hurtles
free falling
down, down, down
diving deep
into your
soft
burning heart
then
smack
smitten
splattered
like wily coyote?
pursuing my roadrunner
over a cliff
I leap
with my trusty dusty
rocket pack
does it fire?
--or do I pancake
pick myself up
off the ground
a little damaged
probably
but pretty much
indestructible
I bounce back
into shape
again
and give chase
to a beauty
or maybe
just maybe
"this" ignites
and I
catch you
Those squirrels aren't born to be squealers
Once flat it’s too late for faith healers
Midway between tyres
Avoids the hell fires
Alas, there are bloody three wheelers
The horse jumped on the dog
The dog jumped on the cat
I jumped on the horse
And the cat went splat!
The horse jumped off the dog
The dog jumped off the cat
I jumped off the horse
But the cat was flat
The horse went to the races
The dog put on his hat
"I don't want to play no more"
Said the splat flat cat.
Wham bam slam splat
That gnat, flat lies --
Death's stat; squished prize
Plunk plick plat splat
The drip of faucet compels me to
Throw down a few notes
Words I had not thought of six seconds before
Cardinals and sparrows
Twittering and chittering
I listen hard, capturing nothing
Yet inspired by everything.
My subconscious grabs these sounds
Work on them as I slumber
Astral travel my go-to-place
As my muse sings what she finds funny
We wake up suddenly
A helicopter of a mosquito
Dive bombs me
Urging me to write of my killing ways
I pick up a pen
Dashing down an inky path
in a notebook full of everything
and nothing, twisting me with crazy ideas
Shiny thoughts, dark ideas,
Whimsical dragons, laughing at my silliness
Leading me down paths with their plunks plicks plats and splats
Underneath a rainbow
The colours fall down flat
Perhaps it is the rain
That makes them all go splat!
On my porch,
La Cucaracha appears
creeping like an army tank prying,
his long antennae used for spying
this cockroach doesn’t belong in my world
“Hey, you’ll die tonight!”
repulsive insect,
colored a liver yellow
Roaches can live without heads.
when he dies...it’s all or nothing
fearless is a word that describes this bug
I warned him to go away
Has he earned the right to live with impunity...hmmm
God makes him too!
Let him be and give him his freedom
Squashed, flattened, splattered
any word will do
A flea in a bag is not akin to a farmers market on a window sill but wide angled mirrors breathe many a basket bomb into a woven template if a footstool. Perching by a bathroom crevasse one ponders the many insecurities of a passing flying snail. For to shell is not to show. And shelter is decorated in a mindfully placed swirl. Bracket not a bucket. And brake no gear. It is an impossible wonder of a mile long coin that enters the golden highway at a junction aforementioned in a style magazine. Oh fabulous the floors will be nice and clean today for the mops are arriving in great multitude on many landing strips of lino,carpet, and laminate flooring too. A pretty cat sighs. For intrusive interrupted snoozing is not pleasant for a snoring meow. But mowing an eleven acre lawn is best performed with a five centimetre pair of scissors. Hahahahah silvery shrouds seeking secrecy hahahahaha moon painted boil xxxxx fastidiousness Z
countryside car cruise
kamikazes on windshield
moonscapes on the move
Cat splat meow. Once said on a bridge now without it's claws. But a clause is often not a purpose and fifteen fingered gentlemen are unwelcome in a tidal wave format as fish are the only necessary being in a furry wrap if tine. Being. Bees. Best. Becoming.
The splat
Colors stay
colors fade
but the splat remains the same
colors split
colors fit
but the splat is always the common fix
colors brighten
colors dim
but the splat always shows what's within
colors combine
colors divide
but the splat carries on how it should
colors always change
for we all the colors
each and every one of us
different in our own way
weak on our own
but when we combine
we make something greater
something stronger
an item
a life style
a life
for we are the splat
I don't mean to interfere
But your annoyance I don't care
To listen to anymore
I'm gonna boot you out the door
If you don't stop all this nonsense
There will be a consequence
If your words keep being rude
Your annoying me with crude
And racist words you say
Cutting my heart with decay
From the foul and mean words
That is making me disturbed
By the way that you regard
Other people--It is hard
To keep silent anymore
Your about to hit the floor
As my foot makes a big whack
With a hard kick to your back
Watching your mouth split in two
From the force I used on you
Now it will be hard to speak
With a busted ugly "beak"
No more racist words to hear
I'm glad I made them disappear
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