Hello lamp post

What you doing

I come to see the flowers growing

Ain't you got no love for me

Feeling goofy

Feeling goofy

All is lonely

Watching flowers as they're growing

De la de la de da

Feeling goofy.

The tempest 

Can not topple a house a cards

Poker is being played

Strait faces are understood

Suddenly a good person appears

It is Robin Hood

Giving as any fictional character could

And his arrow fly's in the night

To make it alright

That all is good and fine

Till midnight

Then the king laughs

And we all laugh

And the cast of comedy central laugh

We all had a party

And drank very bubbly wine.

The show must go on

The players must get into position

As the characters rehearse for the action

So 

Actors are ready for the excitement

As it is so 

That all the world is a stage

Marvelous ain't it 

Everyone has their entrances and exits

Romeo did what he could

But we all know that story good

With blood on hands

We all give a hand

For that is the way that you like it

We know we must be

So then again 

The show must go on

The stage is set

For an enthralled audience 

Who thinks they are at a show

And not a part of it.

To have a perfect memory

How to have it nice and warm and friendly

Problems with remembering

There is a boat lost at sea

Seeking refuge in tranquility

As the storm passes through the window

With the smell of wonder.

Spring springs

Perhaps that explains some things

Spring leaps into flowers

Collecting daisy chains

Bounces with surrender

As the clock surrenders to the moon

Soon it will be June

All hats off to the crab

In the crab nebula

For it stretches far and wide

Perhaps to open our mind.

To thine own self be true

No truer word hath been spoken

For where does honesty come from

Honestly

Where does it grow from?

In what world can a person be true

That others would know it is you?


Remove all doubt that a person is a person

Then we have automatons

But those jobs are being replaced

For all those who like a yes man

I agree

In a world of harmony

Can there also be love

A story

A magical beauty

Of this I am sure

Is not an eccentric idea

To that accept that which is different

As opposed

Usually it is that kind of reaction

That objection reaction creates with destruction

So boring yet violent

So then be quite

Blend in

Find your place

Make no waves

Oh what a wonderful place

Yet I know that you know that I know

That we all love a good show.

I go

For all my heart is curious

Places with places within places

Setting out for little important gestures

The waves carry me into the land of the free

East of Eden.

In the love of trees

The priest bows to one knee

He is feeling the love of God

He feels

And the sun gets higher 

Cool mixes with warmth

The infinite jesters dance into the distance

And he sits and ponders

Life has a way with the wanderers

It is sun splashing waves

There is no escape

No hate

Just the beauty of the trees.

Life is but a dream I say 

I say this loud:

Dream trees

Rising each morning

Rising seeds

Pink Pulsing Heart

The worlds.

Why does a zombie have fun?

It must include brains


How does a zombie get brains?

Any possible way as long as in gets brains


What is a zombies favorite kind of brain?

Soft brains are a dessert for zombies


How do zombies achieve anything?

They only appear to sometimes while they are in search  of more brains


How do you spot a zombie?

They can blend in very easily


How do you stop a zombie?

Just leave them alone so they won't eat your brain for lunch and dinner

We chop wood into the evening

It is not the real wood 

But the cleaving of it

The splintering of minds

Cracking through dawn

As if flown wildly by a lumberjack

As arrows fly

Swallows chase them out

It is all we are

That moves this through

We are all heros

We are heros.