some days are the shiz
waking up early for work
i wouldn't count those

Each new day we wake
and an adveture unfolds
challenges and fun

another day ends
before you can catch your breath
another day starts

submission error
in this timeless cyberspace
sad mistakes endure

Scolded by the world
he retreat back into Hell
thats where the trolls live

Scolded by the world
he retreat back into Hell
That

Change is a dead weight
Keep it in one pocket and
You'll walk in circles.

Change is a dead weight
Keep it in one pocket and
You

a blessed angle
stopped to rest among the trees
renewing the way.

a growth of flowers
lives with bee activity-
carefully i tread.

thinking doesn't pay
how am i spending this life
and who gets the change

songbirds chirp greetings
i look for a bit of shade-
to sit and share crumbs.

many silences
streams flowing water gurgles-
noontime breeze shakes leaves.

across the valley
where my feet sink deeply in-
the meadows green grass.

living in this town
i long to walk the tree line-
into the valley.

leave me where i lie
my soul is ripped from my heart
i don't want to live

oh busy sundays
ephemeral employment
but repetitive

stream in slow motion
looks like the fog rolling in-
blue sky reflections.

Heavenly Sand-worms in the makin'
Only one degree from
Kevin Bacon.

the song remains the
same but the wrinkles and scars
tell us a story

over the weather
winter of my discontent
over the weather

Constantly changing
Outside looks new, but cores old
We men dont change much

the habit of not
being able to shut up
worked well for glenn beck

for a time, but I
guess as we go blind, the show
must not go on...coda

over the years we have
changed from someone to someone
else, but we are us

Suffering for love
Curly red hair and freckles
Sweetest of Dutch girls

Forty one years old
Slim, articulate dancer
sang sweetly to me.

stroked my back and hair
We Tangoed with such beauty
I'm lost, i'm all yours!

I like it Betty
A wonderful description
Its meaning is clear.

You fit so nicely
between my arm and my chest
a key to my lock

I'm worried about
that some things don't change and that
could be the downfall

I was thinking what
it means to be a "troll", why
is it done so and

why do people see
others in roles that maybe
others don't want to play

some things don't change for
a role is set by both by
the player and played

that troll's gotta troll
the poor pitiful princess
always our bridesmaid

all hail to janis
cleaner of troll detritus
go you wonder grrrrl

You sang in my ear
The falling leaves drift by my
window sill, My gift

at that great wedding
let it be widely revealed
you were the bridesmaid

how gay was that role ?
you tried hard as the princess
but a bad leia

hard as you tried to
filling your gold bikini
was an epic fail

your strange disorder
may be certifiable
but you're mostly troll

i've seen much pussy
eaten it and drilled it too
but you're the biggest

when you stop and think
all that gay repetition
says more about you

10 years and you
still won't shut up, but that's me
as well and at large


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a troll may be droll
but you are out of control
jump back in your hole

10 years and you
still won't shut up, but that's me
as well and at large

i saw a man with
a hole in his face from the
tobacco he used...

Rolling cigarette
U can't stop the addiction
The flame tempts you so

what if a real artist
was here, would you admit
he was she was here?

i have nothing more to say
because I have said it all
and I'll say it again and again and again...

god am without damn
i am blaspehmous yet faithful
living for the saints

crushed by a oorld of voices
building politically correct and undead ways of thought

merry meet and merry part
and don't even show up again lest you bring 36 cans of stella artois for the superbowl so we can watch

ads more interesting
than the game itself

guess who's back, guess who
who cares, tell no one, no friends
not even a reprimand

have we lost our
humanity to the market and the sense
of what we should know
about each other and who we fuck and what we draw close to our egotisical ways
have we forgotten our freedom so easily

would jack kerouac
still be alive to see the internet
and respond with jazz

and insulted for living with
his mother and his
roaming catholic ways

what have you to give
to the great buddha of self
but bullshit and nonsense

or will you outgrow
this nonsense and cut all ties
with this crawling art

the words we say shall
we outgrow this time of dead
gen x nonsense or

grow irrelevant with
the insults in our cloistered
clerk shells waitingf dust