Chaos is a constant
Everything is so cluttered
"I'm an old man and tired",
I quietly muttered
Insanity is only a stones throw away
In two weeks I fear it will be Christmas day
I count my change for a strong stout ale
I wonder at which point my dreadful life failed
I watch mindless videos on my umbilical phone
I'm never here but always at home
Just a boomer with nothing and nothing to gain
Tomorrow I fear will be just the same
Sunshine flowers fairies residency established nifty pixies paradoxically complexed; termed nocturnal.
Gnomes way my magic mushroom.
In my magic garden,
You see.
Fairies coloring gnomes playing hide-n-go-seek—Why I wicker baskets lined organic paper sheathe.
Basking sunshine only stones throw away from mush made verdure.
Mushrooms of dark purple magic record inches tall/divided merely centimeters width multitude.
Cultivation combined dehydration, supremest eruct seismic expansion.
Enlargement capacity mental trance gigantic, titanic moNSTR0SIty
Comparably selfish in reality are minuscule.
The other hand's on specially unique by human normalcy size.
What we refer common little people
And
Little folk know how to party!
In my mushroom liturgy,
Trouble makes err shine sun upon may magistrate.
Fairies/pixies, even gnomes agree do little periled peeps throw one bright stoned look.
Beg your party mention not did how way cook?
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This is my family, oddities and all.
Cam wants to see the world yet currently
lives a stones throw away from Mother's call.
While bubbly Michelle wears rainbow attire
as if to challenge her smile openly
shared. My siblings sometimes ice, sometimes fire,
but they are apart of me, through and through.
Justin smokes like a chimney, drinks like a
sailor (and cooler than a glacier, too!).
Mom and Dad don't have a thing in common,
but thirty-four years states they're a-okay.
This is my family, oddities and all,
but they are apart of me through and through.
A slight chill surrounding your ghostly smile,
Black sumptuous full pout,
Dark poignant fixated pupils,
Scanning the perimeter to which you stand.
Poised and uncertain,
Frozen like icicles,
Racing thought's,
My life's takes mirrored in sad and memorable comedy shorts.
Dress to darken doors,
Beware the devils claws,
Just a stones throw away,
Takes more than that you dare to play.
Confused in mind and thoughts,
It's time I brought,
Some tranquil peace to my racing brain,
I'm out of here on that gravy train.l
Just moved to our brand new abode
Been checking out the surroundings
Overjoyed with what we've discovered
Find our new digs really astounding
Everything is just a stones throw away
It's a vibrant and exciting new town
Parks and trails to keep our bodies in shape
A whole new lifestyle we've found
Feels like we've just travelled back in time
Recapturing our youth once more
Like a fresh new beginning, a fresh new start
With exciting new things to explore
This life changing move was long overdue
It's so easy to become complacent
And miss out on all the good things in life
Things that provide enrichment
What I'm suggesting if this could be you
It doesn't have to be quite so drastic
Just a simple thing a bit out of the ordinary
The results you'll find are fantastic
© Jack Ellison 2013
I invite you to my window,
Where forks a path you may never go
See that garden there bursting with blooms?
It is yours, but you must only look,
Sit in my boat, but please do not row
It grabs holds and doesn't let go
Great things happen outside that window
The brownies there sing joyful medleys,
Their allure entrancing and deadly.
They whisper come, but I must say no
And out there their world is aglow,
Out there they only reap and never sow.
Saw many a-sovereigns in flowing capes
A stones throw away from dusty drapes
It pains me that I may never go
As you gaze outside my window
Forging conniving plots utterly low
Sure, you may break the glass and climb outside.
But when you breathe in that garden ever-wide,
Will it be what you hoped?
As you gaze outside my window
Longing for more than to watch the plants grow
I bid you, please, to simple gape in awe.
And take it for what it is; a silly law.
Simply stay,
Simply cope...
NOTE: I originally wrote this for a "garden contest" that I stumbled upon. But now that I posted this the contest seems to have vanished :(
Sat in the make-up chair,
a stones throw away from all the glares,
for goodness sake stop the stares,
got to get me bigger hair.
My hair's receding,
so to fulfill this tremendous evening,
I need to be in keeping,
with the theme of the evening.
The massive 70's affro hair,
the flower power gown,
we're really going to town,
going to mow this show down.
Make-up and hair down,
here we are,
ready to stun,
that man in the audience with several ton (money).
Catwalk lights on,
like a runway in the gleaming sun,
ready to turn my audience on,
here we go.
Lights, camera, action,
wasn't expecting tonight's reaction,
applause from far and wide,
for the auntie with a humongous wig and huge eyes.
There once was a house up on that hill.
Just a stones throw away from the old saw mill.
It stood so tall, majestic and bold
with tales and fond memories waiting to be told.
Four generations had called it their home.
Most born by a fireplace handmade from stone.
Reared with firm hands in comfort with care,
I'll bet they ate lunch somewhere right over there.
The walls were all painted in yellows and blues.
There was an old woodstove once thought of as new.
Many a night voices echoed from the porch
beneath a dimly lit lamp from a brass antique torch.
Quite often the house was filled with music and glee.
No doubt in my mind it was really something to see.
There were laughter and tears, hearts mended and broken. T
Times of sorrows and joy though rarely spoken.
Oh I swear if that house had two eyes and could speak,
the tales it would tell of all it had seen.
But we'll never know. No unfortunately not.
For now it's a Safeway with a huge parking
lot.
with the rising sun
i send smile's of excitement
to start your day .
with the midnight moon
i send prayers of peace
to close your day .
with the breeze of the wind
i send undying love.....your way
a million miles away
a stones throw away
just a glance across the way.....way
that's what it seems like
if i can't hold you......my way .
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