barefoot in the grass
unseen broken glass
my kite zig zags through clouds
tangled happenstance strings
bringing order to things
let our tiny voices get loud
tied to a post
hopeful future ghost
this knot could let me stray
wind blowing harder
could't stretch any farther
the wind took my favourite kite away
Monday, August 9, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
A SUDDEN MOVE INTERRUPTED THE COURTSHIP
A sudden move interrupted the courtship and we were bluen asunder, away.
Afraid of our short term memories fading out the truth and the moment.
Dammmmit all to hell.
Life might be a joke.
Come to me, honey.
Drip as slow as you need to.
I've been a biscuit desert nomad.
I've passed fountains for the same flavour that you have within your comb.
Earthquake.
Nothing was in boxes.
You hurt since day one and you can't start a new one.
Sunshine in the morning, take a walk with me.
Take desperate measures.
Take flight and stabilize.
Come back by orbit.
Ellipse such as fine as a circle.
Eclipsed by Pink Moon and her curse infinitum.
Carried out by Blue Monkey.
Tore up her garden.
Burned the fire escape and made her step back.
Layers of blankets, your choice, hot cocoa or tea.
Heavy loads and four hands.
Life in a snifter shared with quick tongues.
A passion for the garden of this and that.
Afraid of our short term memories fading out the truth and the moment.
Dammmmit all to hell.
Life might be a joke.
Come to me, honey.
Drip as slow as you need to.
I've been a biscuit desert nomad.
I've passed fountains for the same flavour that you have within your comb.
Earthquake.
Nothing was in boxes.
You hurt since day one and you can't start a new one.
Sunshine in the morning, take a walk with me.
Take desperate measures.
Take flight and stabilize.
Come back by orbit.
Ellipse such as fine as a circle.
Eclipsed by Pink Moon and her curse infinitum.
Carried out by Blue Monkey.
Tore up her garden.
Burned the fire escape and made her step back.
Layers of blankets, your choice, hot cocoa or tea.
Heavy loads and four hands.
Life in a snifter shared with quick tongues.
A passion for the garden of this and that.
Monday, August 2, 2010
SCRATCHING MY POST
okay, i should be writing here
i'm drinking vodka
it's too late for beer
steam shovel apron strings
apricot cosmic rings
sunshine and a dew drop
where were you when you forgot the prize?
I waste my time on twitter and facebook way too much. How about you? I could be writing on here instead and being more productive with my time. I like the freedom of not knowing anybody.
I like to say "could" instead of "should" as much as possible.
My dreams, my beliefs, they started to come through. So close within my grasp I started to do a little dance before I got to the endzone. Fumble me jumble me tumble me down. A dream to a nightmare, just out of reach butt right before my eyes. All I can do is have faith and believe in true love.
Make a wish
I'm wishing so hard
That we were in a movie
And we both starred
I need a gun for shooting the stars.
STAR GUN
"Go ahead, make my wish."
Alright so I was doing an interview with Borak Oboma and Sarahhh Palin' in some unsituated nebula when all of a sudden I got that feeling for a Kit-Kat bar. Well, you know how I bust out in song from time to time and Barry and whatshername happened to know the words and dance routine.
We started out on a clamshell before the beat came in snapping, cracking, all sorts of breaking offa pieces. By the end of the evening there was chocolate everywhere. I don't thing I had one clean finger. We needed milk and I was voting for almond. Because it's joyful.
After a quick game of Uno we got to talking. I'd been drinking watermelon vodkas all century and so no point in stopping, we were positioned behind a blazar after all.
The press had a field day with that one. I divulged my deepest darkest secret to them. I trusted them. If I ever see the Cracker Jack Kid with one eye approaching me I'll push the button.
Butt alas, things turned out wonderfully. The power of spin came in handy that day and we wound up cutting short our 3 left turns due to a detour several billenia back, back, back there. We solved the Mid-West conflict, milkshakes were had. All the Trivial Pursuit pieces were collected and put back in the box. Then we cut it up with a jigsaw, tied the pieces to balloons and buried the lid for History's sake.
i'm drinking vodka
it's too late for beer
steam shovel apron strings
apricot cosmic rings
sunshine and a dew drop
where were you when you forgot the prize?
I waste my time on twitter and facebook way too much. How about you? I could be writing on here instead and being more productive with my time. I like the freedom of not knowing anybody.
I like to say "could" instead of "should" as much as possible.
My dreams, my beliefs, they started to come through. So close within my grasp I started to do a little dance before I got to the endzone. Fumble me jumble me tumble me down. A dream to a nightmare, just out of reach butt right before my eyes. All I can do is have faith and believe in true love.
Make a wish
I'm wishing so hard
That we were in a movie
And we both starred
I need a gun for shooting the stars.
STAR GUN
"Go ahead, make my wish."
Alright so I was doing an interview with Borak Oboma and Sarahhh Palin' in some unsituated nebula when all of a sudden I got that feeling for a Kit-Kat bar. Well, you know how I bust out in song from time to time and Barry and whatshername happened to know the words and dance routine.
We started out on a clamshell before the beat came in snapping, cracking, all sorts of breaking offa pieces. By the end of the evening there was chocolate everywhere. I don't thing I had one clean finger. We needed milk and I was voting for almond. Because it's joyful.
After a quick game of Uno we got to talking. I'd been drinking watermelon vodkas all century and so no point in stopping, we were positioned behind a blazar after all.
The press had a field day with that one. I divulged my deepest darkest secret to them. I trusted them. If I ever see the Cracker Jack Kid with one eye approaching me I'll push the button.
Butt alas, things turned out wonderfully. The power of spin came in handy that day and we wound up cutting short our 3 left turns due to a detour several billenia back, back, back there. We solved the Mid-West conflict, milkshakes were had. All the Trivial Pursuit pieces were collected and put back in the box. Then we cut it up with a jigsaw, tied the pieces to balloons and buried the lid for History's sake.
THAT'S WHAT YOUR MOM TWEETED
Untangling the knotted memories of time.
If I were a basketball player I would have a staggering amount of rebounds.
My bluened mind is seeing clearlier. http://twitpic.com/2b0hib
Why ain't this work?
Nomally.
Eye itch.
When I get home I'm going to pig out and take a nap.
I'm going to eat the fattest burrito. I'm too skinny. I have the metabolism of a shrew.
Beehold!
People like you.
¡No mas! Okay, just a little more.
Everything is going to work out. Just ask Richard Simmons.
Jumbotronico.
Bullfighting is gory.
Cyclops Operations
My heart is scared of being scarred.
Splash Gordon
Thank the maker I don't have to shave for you!
Eat my shark tits.
Later today....
Now!
Engaging sparklers...
Limping lizards!
Vegan Rituals
"I have this weird thing that if I sleep with someone they're going to take my creativity from me through my vagina," -- Lady GaGa (NewHoly)
That's what your mom biebed.
-Itchy and scratchy
-Wrong attachment
-Wrong size
-Make your eyes roll
-Butt my skin crawls inside
Don't squeeze the shamrock.
-I used bold words
-I didn't agree with tongue
-Grateful rejection
-Another song sung
You need more BiebBQ sauce.
Aunt Samantha
I medium everything.
Hungrier than a Hungarian.
Invisible Rainbow
Okay, so I've handicapped myself.
I'm weird because I'm normal.
Peanut butter fish
I do this in my spare time @
http://twitter.com/TiggerOaks
If I were a basketball player I would have a staggering amount of rebounds.
My bluened mind is seeing clearlier. http://twitpic.com/2b0hib
Why ain't this work?
Nomally.
Eye itch.
When I get home I'm going to pig out and take a nap.
I'm going to eat the fattest burrito. I'm too skinny. I have the metabolism of a shrew.
Beehold!
People like you.
¡No mas! Okay, just a little more.
Everything is going to work out. Just ask Richard Simmons.
Jumbotronico.
Bullfighting is gory.
Cyclops Operations
My heart is scared of being scarred.
Splash Gordon
Thank the maker I don't have to shave for you!
Eat my shark tits.
Later today....
Now!
Engaging sparklers...
Limping lizards!
Vegan Rituals
"I have this weird thing that if I sleep with someone they're going to take my creativity from me through my vagina," -- Lady GaGa (NewHoly)
That's what your mom biebed.
-Itchy and scratchy
-Wrong attachment
-Wrong size
-Make your eyes roll
-Butt my skin crawls inside
Don't squeeze the shamrock.
-I used bold words
-I didn't agree with tongue
-Grateful rejection
-Another song sung
You need more BiebBQ sauce.
Aunt Samantha
I medium everything.
Hungrier than a Hungarian.
Invisible Rainbow
Okay, so I've handicapped myself.
I'm weird because I'm normal.
Peanut butter fish
I do this in my spare time @
http://twitter.com/TiggerOaks
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