bloomin foul cess pool
smeared with corruption unkind
beastly quagmire

backyard dirt is clay
heaven and hell plays chessgames
the equator tilts

subliminal kind
reasonings perfect for crime
operation mind

bread into effect
life's long ambidextrose chime
a mind of balance

No escape dee plee
The vast expanse will call you
The rest of your life
*
Its soul will call yours
In moments of solitude
Its night cries you

tonight I leave Oz
six months a travelling lass
my soul expanded

such vast space, great sky
no limits on expansion
I've found my songline

My song sings freely
My rich voice is now my own
Fluidly singing

mmmhpph ammph...
mouth full of red man, but I
am typing, moot no?

Milly so little
Sliced Floyd's nipple made him fall
Fee tried that was all

Alignment it must
for those chords to hit just right
this ii~iis the twilight

do blow off this war
on tourism, we need phish
food to cleanse the soul

She's sweet?
C'mon be honest tell me??
I think she's all that..

life even palms carry
when they are blown with clean smells
that's all dreams can be

key thought relative
enchanting a melody
rhapsodist of wits

they're cut down in youth
by drugs or idiots with lust
for blind vengence, but

i'm getting too old
yesterdays more attractive
than my tomorrows

Wretched oversight
Insert "'twas" before last line
In the preceding

Boat climbs giant wave
Clooney and Wahlberg are dead
The perfect storm

My shed pubic hairs
Assembled into language
Like alphabet soup

you go down on me
i will try to make you see
I have down times too

&&&& so..
the races were cool
company car takes first place
and baby..it was good

Entitled: R.I.P.
The lead vocalist
By the name of Shannon Hoon
Died of overdose.

The bumblebee chick
Was in "No Rain" video.
The band: Blind Melon.

I shall have to say
hi to all bespectackled
gals dancing bee songs

going to the races
those cars do something to me
hope it doesn't rain

and all I can say is
that my life is pretty plain
I like watching the

what was the band with
the bumblebee girl and the
trippy hippy style?

now i know what it
feels to grow old, forgive me
for going over one 'ku

to Sponge, Stone Temple
Pilots, Soundgarden, to
Kurt Cobain, Johnny Cash,
Neil Young, Urge Overkill
Neil Diamond for that song
Urge Overkill got and all
that came before and after

God Bless You Mr Linkin Park
and thanks for all the emotion

i am the stapler
hold things together i do
like papers mostly

the rain in spain stays
Ahyahhh you know what I'm singing
now she's a classic

I am obssessed with
Dinosaur Jr's drummer
please don't ask me why

Rain puts out fire
silencing a sweet spirit
growing a new one

send mommy flowers
just because her day is here
and so..love spreads love

rhythm's soul is there
take me to Iridium
over the rainbow

fall,leaves fall from trees
spring, leaves began to blossom
summer drought, leaves brown

westleterven twelve
only sold at the abbey
god won't deliver

speaking of duvel
i just came back from belgium
all hail saint sixtus!

the beer is in your
fridge...it's duvel...I don't kid
when I come to beer

goodnight to you..hmm
gotta go make sandwhiches
my smile is on you

.

can u take a name
like Oral Roberts seriously
doesn't Peter North come to mind?

:)

I suppose Ron Jeremy and
Tammy Faye...I hate to admit
I think she's cool...

there are though a few
times when a hit is sweet/just
that makes your heart stop

have you tamed Moxie
or have you gotten the taste?
it is bittersweet

it awakens it
has gentian root, picture
Dr. Pepper with a dash

of angosuthra bitters...

I can't speak foreign
languages or play guitar
so your talents...ok????

I just don't figure
what the heck is going on
no judge here or there

moments of thought
come into play with the hits
and that's about it

I was born with a
condition called ADHD
the mind can't sit still...

it has problems with
limits and being prozaced...
your mind is as fast

it's very frightening
it's not on purpose, you have
to be you and me me...

but we all change, grow, etc...

and to you I say
WTF?? you in my head ???
this way that way..ugh

what should i say to
the guy who wanted me to slice
my wrists and break my hands?

my crown is in a
bag marked royale, two shots of
death, whiskey train....why

can't they show hank hill
trying red wine for once and
i still must have dandelion...

why do the rich have
to hog the "good stuff" or are
they too isolated...

pray for Paris hilton to
return to alabama and meet
the people again she once

put on her show like
so much Christian Dior
accesorizing...to connect...

I mean to connect
to live, to love, to learn, for
once in her life, and

to know who God is
who those people are...

in his lead I wait
maybe that's been figured..now
a girl who dances

are you madame or
are you prophet, who are you?
I am not pure...I'm

less than 1/2 the man
I used to be...when, we were children we had a better

sense of possibility
but belief in adult form narrows
how can we enter heaven then

as cynical gen x adults?
and I mean also the zen metaphor of letting go

in this life... lord jesus
i pray unto you, is what I say
often quietly, whenever...

i am not a pure person
never will be, time will tell
how this ends...ah man...

damn outbursts...this is
rediculous, pride, and
more pride...I ordered chinese!

OHH where's your crown king??
Hell I bought it at goodwill
dogbones and metal ..;)