Why?

She brought forth true feelings

I can not say

Is it in editing

A cut and paste

Not here not I

She has a strange vibration

As if a hidden well there

Springs in time

In melody

It is something

In the melody

That catches my liquid eyes

Through open wings of flight

Little bird still observing

Keeps the world turning

Turning.

From the soft sounds of spring

Remember butterflys

In the summer time

It is clear

As a canoe on the river

Where there is no pain

On the river

With a dash of water

It is that beautiful

Going down stream

To the beatiful sounds of spring!

After a huge blast of creativity from the last few days it may have been transformational.

I really like blogging

Clearly

And see its vaste potential

It's not so much for politics

Or even opinion

More for life itself

Blogging is one of the only

Healthy online activities I know of

Maybe nobody reads it

But at least somebody will

So it is not a social game

I do it for the love of it

And that alone

Mainly.

The ducks were sneaking around

In their usual bad mood

As their life was awful

As you know

The ducks are serious

They rarely smirk

Always in thought mode

Being very alert

They were never happy

Especially at goat!

My head was dandriff free!

Happy am I!

Tired and off to bed.

Someday God

May bring us back

When angels are great

And not just holy beings

For hope to have some wings.

Dance me into a daisy cakes,

With all those strange beings within there

A spy maybe looking down on love

So cowardly and ignoble base humanity

I see the foul waste and wonder

When oh when

Will we do much better?

Accept the shampoo..

Go into the feeling

The feeling you like

It feels good

Hair alive with snakes

Now it is good

Thanks to Medusa Shampoo.

Map to the heavens...

It was in an odd box

With finger like locks

Held their inside death's hand

To look inside is to understand

The undead days

In which life can slip away

As in a day we love

We rarely age

Love your life.

Do better.

MINOR STUFF

NEVER IS THAT MAJOR

ALWAYS LOUD

BUT I KNOW MINOR

FROM MAJOR.