Dinner for Hater.

A lovely new destroy noovel.

The truth about the super nova explosion.

It was extremely memorable

Very unforgettable

Watching it blow up

All I felt was

A lot of impossible

It was flashing intensily

With great intensity

Till the star gave way

And finally so impossible

I had to flee the scene

Star now gone

I mourn you

Though you are nobody

But a hole in the night sky

That had a beautiful light

On othet nights

At least now another thing of beauty

Far far away beyond my eye sight

New stars form

And I wonder why I was allowed

To see this a few weeks ago

A passion so great when

It did blow

Sending light across the universe

And into my minds eye.

Be it the right way

Or be it not

The dirrection finder can get lost

Like some random sexual encounter

Twist of fate

Sometimes God is late

Life runs wild as you wait

Playing though with time itself

With meter to lay it out

Layer after layer of cake

To slowly bake

And rise

And r

Take nothing for all...

How generous is the sound of music

Ready to join the fray

With an array of musical notes

For we all love the sound music makes

Take nothing at all

Kiss not when you are eating

How tasty is morsels

You must feed

You must feed

From a nightmare into a dream

Speak in song and love and freedom!

Speak with kindness, poetry, passion

Listen for the human touch

Feel the life of all you love

Bring forth a magic like nobody else.

Gree Haired Giant Woman!

Who was obese

But who would tell her

As it would cause great wrath

There upon she would crush you

Just by sitting upon you

You would die a terrible death

And oh yes oh

The stench

Even as they ate

She had horrible donut breath

And she said

You like me Alice?

Oh yes you are the best

I love your Gree hair

And everything you say

I hang onto your every word

Then you love me?

Absolutely

You give me life!


Authors note:

Alice is now planning an escape!!!

There are some interesting possibilities...

I am the dream king.

Esscape was never this perfect in my room.

Never.

LIPS OF LOVE WE ARE

FLAPPING OUR HEART WRENCHING SOUNDS

SPITTING IN COMPASSIONATE GENEROSITY

BLOWING KISSES WITH FERIOCITY

LIPS OF LOVE WE ARE

LAUNCHING HONEY GRENADES FROM OUR LIPS

THEY COLLIDE LIKE DANCING BUTTERFLIES

SCREAMING LITTLE BUTTERFLIES OF LOVE

THERE SHE KISSED

THERE SHE KISSED

AS THE CHURCH LIT UP!

Love is a word, but not a word, but more than happy.

Trust in what?

Who is an authority?

Is that the same as a manager, producer, professor, president?

Is an expert an authority?