In the searching stars of the mind...

There be coins

For pirates eyes

Spinning around his head

Slamming him like a crowbar

And this makes you wonder

If I am a rabbit or a master

In sad places anger becomes

It is effortless almost

To let it down

That weighs upon you

To drink in life a bit

Then float on stars.

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LAME OH YEA..

Just a small thing

Tiny blue flame

As it explores the air

Bodies collide

Keep something inside

Ears to your eyes

There are feelings

Trust me.
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In a container.

The papers pile high

Something hides within

To bring you back again

Nothing murky in the waters

All was said and done correctly

A bus is fading with each block

As bricks fall on roof tops

Had they anything but smiles

From untainted heads

And fountain pens.
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Be happy or be unhappy!?


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Hobgoblins in the sand..

Oh well wisher

Fisher of men

Hoarder

And ship ashore

Fabrics in flames

New storm unleashed

Shoes trash badly

Unleashed wild dog

Running free.
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Strange waves as I waved, but now what?


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Please more cheese, yea, very cheesy indeed, for you, for me we become cheesier.

Hooray!
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It seems that some people would rather get hit with a mack truck than say I'm sorry


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Shall you and I?

Touch the golden dust behind the sky

And not by clever means do anything

Yet never wear a thong,  but bounce into a wall of thorns

To be the quite and not scream then envision the dream of wonderment

This to was thongless, yet perfectly silent.
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Strange Times indeed.

Years go by and hands wave

It is sadly okay as they fade.
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Fighting for what is right, why?

Doing the right thing, why?

Wanting fairness and justice, why?

Caring about people getting hurt for no reason, why?


Why not?

Why not?

Why not?

Why not?


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