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.

Letting the candles burn in pain

It burns like an ice cube

In the living room

I can touch the tip 

And freeze my fingers

It is like this heart 

Going for a stroll

It is a winding path

Full of white flowers

Glowing under the full moon

Ah, wonders upon wonders

Becomes infinite

Till tea time.

I like moss

And rocks

And trees 

And bees


I like them in a house

I like them in my sock

I like them in a boat

Yes

It is good to take a walk in

Other places.

Hugging the giant spinning telephone

All I could hear were the gears winding around

Loudly 

Loud

And I took a walk because that was a nice thing

The place was in spring

Trees full of crows gathering

And you can't hear what they are saying

Because it is getting dark out.

In this moony night

Glad the fears are small

As moons sometimes tell

A world which is hiding something well

Like a mask from long ago

Held stiffly to some persons throat

Like old king toad

He was crushed by his crown

Now he waits for nothing

Will someone show him the way to the pond

Perhaps the water is fresh now

And safe.

It is time

The time to make the rivers of love run deep

Time for keeps

It is not the apple from the lime so sweet

But was sweet all the time

Full of thunder 

Holding sugar

Making laughter on the table

With the platter

Full of delicacies.