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Hazy Question

One moment I feel in full control
And the next a lost and drifting soul
Am I healthy straight and sane
Do I have a normal brain
Or just taking madness for a stroll




"A question that sometimes drives me hazy: Am I or are the others crazy?" - Albert Einstein

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Surfing Usa

Drip drip dribble dribble
google harps- here's a fiddle
How does fuzz evolve to stubble
Here's Fred Flinstone- Barney Rubble

WON 5 DOLLARS!- now I'm even
Online poker- guy named steven
Shop for blankets- buy throw pillows 
Google hammock- weeping willows

Go to restroom- better lock it
Here's the key- brains your pocket
Keyboard's pencil- screen's your pad
Don't be a stranger- email dad

SEND to stepmom- SEND to cousin
Be specific- there's a dozen
SEND to grandma in the grave
SEND to bastard uncle - Dave

Where's Japan and where's Korea
Google maps is glad to see ya
Chat with Bennett- bash Obama
Poke your next door neighbors momma

Friend Dee Snyder- Twisted Sister
like a miss -  poke your sister
Like a sir - unfriend a mam
Search Hulk Hogan- Uncle Sam

Write your daughters third grade teacher
Bash a priest- praise a preacher
Write your mom  a prison letter
You know momma!- probably better

When your hand gets tired of typing                                                                                                                 Log on Youtube- watch some fighting
UFC- sometimes delightful
This guys girlfreinds being spiteful

Cat's in mirrors- fight their face
See some guy get sprayed with mace 
Watch that clip from Tropic Thunder
Rock the Casba- Land down under

Fight the system- Fight the power
Search for bloopers- Austin Powers
Play online and fight for glory
Man this game is too damned gory

Watch the packers play the Bears
COME ON SLACKER!-PASSING WHERE?!!
POKE from brother- INBOX sister
called your phone- you must've missed'er 

Supposed to work - be there at eight
It's almost nine- you're pretty late
Get to work- just tell them something
Man what happened?...It was nothing

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Ugly Poet

My poems are weak and the verse is lacking
And At this moment you're attacking
Correcting and dissecting
And inspecting it for flaws

You're reading it and bleeding it
And plotting superseding it
Of this I'm sure you're capable
And I salute you all

While sitting here and writing this
It brought me tender happiness
The words were dancing fairies
stomping circles through my head

The letters started whirling
Then swirling and twirling                       
And stacked themselves in patterns
forming combos in their stead

These markings joined with others
As I pressed on with a shutter
Which direction was this leading?
I was eager to discover!

And in time I surely found it
And was pleasantly astounded
How the lines had stacked together
and the meaning that surrounded

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Order Vs Chaos

Tic Toc I watch nonchalant 
arms of the clock
Shift and rock
Grandfathers hands join-unlock
Conducting my living room symphonies

Horns and strings mingle in streams
Blending with screams
Torn from dreams
Nothing here's quite as it seems
Parading illusions own infantry

Unified steps for countless miles
Drum major smiles
All the while
Mr. Chaos with his wiles
Pounds balled fist to the ground and the world shakes

Soldiers black boots slip and fail
Legs become frail
march derails
From it's tracks and over the hill
Organized spectacle dropped by the quakes

Sister Order peaks through the clouds
Peeling the shroud
Eyes the crowd
Thunderous voice screams aloud
"AT ONCE I DEMAND TO SEE DISCIPLINE!"

Pick yourselves up and dust your boots
Stand tall recruits
Firm salutes
Rank- file assemble the troops
These logical patterns are systemic

Lines her pockets left over notes
Sly witty quotes
Inked and wrote
Folded origami boats
Set adrift on the Lyrical Ocean

Mr. Chaos from shadows sees
Bounds from the trees
Dives in sea
Swims to bottom- pulls plug free
Once calm waters now swirling commotion

Sister Order turns back around
Spectacle found
Scowls a frown
All was perfect- safe and sound
Til that trickster Chaos came and messed it

Removes her sandals- drives ahead
soles of feet tread
Dry sea bed
Picks up the plug-shakes her head
As she curses her brother- "THAT MISFIT!!!"

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Bob the Bigfoot

HOLY COW! It's Bigfoot, there in the brush
Lower your voices- he's skiddish
Now, hush
I know his habits, I'm privy as hell
An expert and scholar, I've studied him well

While in line at the grocery 
For years I've immersed 
In various tabloids becoming well versed
I even speak sasquatch
Oh, you don’t believe?!
It's a cross between Latin and baboonanese

His dads a zookeeper, his mothers a chimp
Her name is Chin Chin- his name is Chip
He's a renaissance man
Well at least is half way
The other halves savage in need of a shave

Just stash those cameras he hates paparazzi
And Jack Links commercials
And rappers with posses
He loathes boy bands and people named Josh 
And meat from a can
And Spicegirls called Posh

He's against any wars 
but supports the troops
And completely abhors
When his fur cakes with poop

 detests media bias
mainly FOX NEWS
But believes Bill O'reilly 
has interesting views

He enjoys fine wine and deep conversation
Flinging his poo and masturbation
Those would be two of his favorite hobbies
The world calls him Big Foot
His pops calls him Robbie

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Intolerance

From the womb I sprung forth in a storm unrelenting
waves crashing ashore, endless bending and blending
alone and defenseless to weather the tempest
the gales blew relentless, clouding my senses

  Set adrift in that sea of the knowledge of man
attempting to stand, felt around with bare hands  
plunged deep in the waters, searching for others
consciousness faltered, eyes closing shutters

  Then I had awakened to find I'd been taken
to an archaic dwelling, time should have forsaken
a shaman commands- a glorious rant
a clasping of palms, an aggregate chant

  From what source? I did wonder, descending to ponder
was ultimate wisdom derived and contrived
upon examination, and deep contemplation
I viewed this creation, with grim consternation

  An anomaly present in each generation
a wise person born, elevated, and stationed
to higher position, with God given vision
Innate intuition brings truth to fruition

 Mankind in collective, this most stubborn creature
materialism his central shared feature
twisting to suit them to there situations
killing the prophets- forging the nations

  Undertows from life's currents did violently grab me
envelop and drag me, develop, distract me
manifesting unsettling neural connections
truth became slippery- changing directions

  Somewhere through the ages our paths had diverged
 wise words been perverted, and hatred emerged
 devouring souls, then swallowing whole
 foundations of kingdoms, rendering null

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Picnic- Rumi

With a delicate shudder the wind tossed her hair
Auburn waves tumbling free through the air
And with gentlest ease did it flow with the breeze
This most perfect of moments we'd shared

Not a mere single word was uttered that day
With her eyes endless words were spoken
Just a wink and a glance I would answer and say
"Perfects moments should never be broken"

She'd give me her hand- AND I'D EAGERLY TAKE IT!
For no woman or man I'd forsake it
She'd clinched my heart in her gentle sweet clasp
There was never a doubt that we'd make it

We made Love- LOVE?…such a slippery word
Of this truth her and I were aware
But at this single moment I rested assure
That neither the one of us cared

"I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways."-Rumi

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Music of the Spheres

Not once has this path been so clear in moons rays
As it is on this night 
in this haze, in this craze, what delight at this sight
in my bones and my spine not a fright- no respite
No cruel wars to fight breeding strife
No fear and no flight

….None on this night

Far distant proud waves steady pounding ashore
Playing sand castle drums
I implore wanting more, heart strings strum forming chords
Her sweet deep piercing melodies pure- and endure
The ages spill wonders and more
To ponder- adore

….Vast open doors

Kept sojourning East with the seas to my back
Bare feet dancing down trails
Keeping time, keeping track, tempos remain intact
I'm at one with the wind and her gales - I inhale
The swelling of cells fuels souls shell
No heavens or Hells

…..Alive and well

In distance a desert spreads gold shifting sands
Each grain tied together
Flowing strands, tied in bands, connecting forever
Yet loosely they drift through the never- loose tethered
Fulfilling ethers endeavors
Boundlessly clever

…..All will sever

Still the song carried on and made me a note
As it swept me along
Phantom wrote, years ago, as the universe dawned
Within verses the stars were all spawned- swelled and blown
Squeezed, crushed, thrown- into the unknown
All angles they've flown

….Beat carries on

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Last Call

Never I felt so alone, as this night
that I lie here in fright           
Passing on
Unabashed- unatoned
miles from home-  THEY'RE GONE!
Empty….scattered…..Strawn

Shouldn't have run that red light, it was wrong
Now my family's gone
Souls have flown
with a flash- and a moan
quickly thrown- like stones
wind shield….. Crushing…..bone

Just one last drink I had said- wryly smiled
She was right- she was riled
All the while
I held fast- and I smiled
defense -and denial
Words….so vainly….. styled

She'd accepted with trust- always did
Love, protect-  her, the kids
What I did
Braked and skid- as we slid
we flipped- the tree hit
White oak-….ripped….- and split

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Light King

Through the mist I sense the dawn
Struggling to appear
Sun wants only to be shown
Fog erased and cleared

Floats so proudly overhead
Great majestic King
Crown of photons being shed
Powers living things