Odd stuff.

Knocking sweets around with no shame
Living with far action wild toad rides oh
That finger comes alive inside a wild oh
Running with mister nice guy seems cute

That odd sense of improvement ripe lip
Come one and two for smack daddy pimps

Running hard that one that nipple joys
Here is your goat and love forever smile
Yea

I know what I know...

The music around me can feel weird

People can be wicked and scary

Buses can feel brainless

I know what I know.

For social change, it takes imagination to create a future that does not exist.

To report more good than bad..

That is important if you want a better world..


Less finger pointing and hate speech now.

Bring your skills and talents to the world.

Make a difference in a person's life.

Okay.

No response from the Poetry Foundation.

I guess they really do hold poetry in their hands.

Now that's a selfie for you.

Telling.

The hands rotated with

Zombies

Through strobe lights with

Other forms of life

Into dreams

And highs

Windows in my home

Crystal lights play

Good things tonight

In shades of gray

Gals are making ways

As a new soup comes

For the world runs

Holds a cup flowing.

Imaginary human donut canibilism sexuality.

For you to learn about intellectually by high ranking American geniuses!

In a game like poker honesty is its own form of bluff, especially when nearly constant.

A thought for you:

Let's say,

I was placed somewhere

Somewhere out at sea

Anywhere

In a giant boat

That had all my desires on it

Also not a clue where I am?

As I get to ten there is time to begin again,

There are those

that see

And leave

And care

And watch elsewhere

Streams of newness

To the strange land

Of forgiveness

A reach of your hand

Is like a hug

So nice to feel

Now and then

Almost ten.

Not the Capitan!

Great writing is often effortless, but happens on its own time.  I let those babies decide everything.