My love is stronger than the bean stalk
And much taller for you to gawk.
There are many hidden treasures
Beware! Words will be short for you to talk.

There could be giants and geese,
Harmoniums that say peace,
Golden eggs and long legs
And food to make you obese.

A castle in the clouds,
A huge door and many sounds,
A kind hearted giants wife
With treats unseen in your life.

Dont be greedy thats the law
Or you will be chased down this straw
You will cut the bloke at the bend,
We dont want to see such an awful end.

Many things written above
May make no sense to you my love
The bean stalk just fascinates me
Have a laugh, but it isn't stupidity

It says a lot, u might not know,
Infatuation is not love when you sow,
The gleams fade, then the dangers show,
It will bring pain, no matter how you let it grow.

Good night, have pleasant dreams.
Enjoy fantasies , under the moonlight beams.
May no giant disturb u there,
May you sleep, with love and care.

El mundo llora
Destrucciones
Guerras
Envidias
Estamos ciegos
El mundo llora
Y su llanto
No se nota
Por la sequia
Los recursos se terminan
Y no prestamos atencion
El mundo llora
El hambre crece
El cambio apenas pasa
Pero no es suficiente
El mundo llora
El calentamiento aumenta
Las cosas se incendian
Y para cuando actuemos
Talvez sea muy tarde
El mundo llora y ami me duele
Porque nadie lo quiere ver
El mundo llora
Y la gente se preocupa mas por encajar en la sociedad
Que por la tierra cuidar
El mundo llora
Y yo lloro con el
Hermanos
Este es nuestro hogar
Nadie no lo arrebata
Nosotros lo destruimos
El mundo llora
Y nosotros somos la causa

The Stars at night are camouflage,
to hide the fact we're in a garage,
trapped in a tote that's plastic clear,
stored safely away, have no fear.

An experiment started and left to run,
checked now and then to see if done,
no known hypothesis or a theory,
may not be a true science query.

Just a bit of ooze left to grow,
and evolve into what, we do not know,
stressors added and sometimes food,
a good shake given to change the mood.

Just upright mice trapped in a cage,
viewed on a microscope stage,
self-deluded that we're the best,
but we've never even seen the rest.

Perhaps one day we'll know the truth,
but will we recognize the proof,
that we are but an accident,
not even a grand experiment.

Next time I wake from sleep
for keeps – from deepest, darkest
slumber – I may come back a little
bird to visit in the summer; my
quetzal pomp, green feathered
grace, singing through my hunger –
when I am gone, I may come back
your pretty bird, a wonder.