Tis the beginning of a delightful season,
I am inspired to hibernate from summers treason,
The young that run amuck, the partiers that don’t give a ****,
Are all put at ease in the brisk cold breeze.
I shiver with delight to roll down my long wool sleeves,
Nothing is better than sweater weather,
And Birds that cuddle in their blankets of feathers.
I feel revived as I inhale the fresh scent of rain,
The heat exhaustion has caused much sweat and pain.
Streets are adorned in colorful fallen leaves,
I bask in the smell of smoke flourishing out of chimneys.
We hold each other tight reading our favorite books next to the fire,
Warm mugs are filled with grandma’s fresh apple cider.
Our crockpot is full of our favorite homemade stew,
Herbal remedies on the stove are a brew.
The kitchens decorated with pumpkins and spices,
Ready to be carved, and turned into piesez.
We grow closer in our homes in this delightful season,
Cuddling by the fires and loving without reason.

This love. Consumed by reality. I've lost all gravity. I won't tip my hat that easy. Too many sleezy greasys getting their hair lubed up too easy. Where's the mechanic to repair this despair and iron our lulus affairs, I'd like to smoke a cigar with the mayor and ask him of his cares. We can only hope that one day their wealth is shared. Life is just not fair that's why dance and prance and glance at a new stance of romance. We won't find the *** of gold until we take a chance. Tear up the pants. Take a second glance and look all around you, this is Paradise, climb a tree to see wise, come over at 3 I'll make you some rice, don't dare to act twice, once is enough to hear the Volcanoe rawr. The little weezles implore to conquer a new score, sit back relax and just soar.  I weep to sleep. Let's trash the creep. The hills to steep but this riselience is summit deep. The old Hatter takes her needle to sow and reep, classic skills to perceive so neat, you mustn't forget to wash your feet. Save your brilliance for in between the sheets. **** the Twitter birds tweets, too much blabber, not enough gladier., walkity walk walk, put a boot in your talk talk. A chicken goes boc boc, so shut it before you get **** socked

They say birds of a feather flock together
Well I was born an eagle you see
Enamored in loves glamour we hope it withstands forever
Our minds bedazzled dancing in fear and glee

My daydream used to caress me throughout the chaos of a day,
My eyes wide open wandering in wonder joyous in curiosity.
Do you believe in love at first sight, and new beginnings bounty in flowers may
Do you believe love is all you need in a worlds mess of a monstrosity

It seems the best things happen when they are least expected
The avid runner to the finish line of heavens pearly gates
To not expect the best or worst and just enjoy the eternal moment perfected
The things that were meant to be are never on time or late

And there it was, just a moment in space to turn a world upside down
Feelings that take took and shook a mind body and soul
Little did one know that the dream would be found
Little did one know the insanity of loves bittersweet toll

Some say you fall some say you rise in adorations bounty
It’s a bit of both that make the bitter nothing without the sweet
It’s the music in the air that makes us sleep soundly
It’s the flow of unknowing in which we intend to meet

A flame can burn too hot, as much as we enjoy its welcoming heat
The water can be too cold and overbearing as much as it quenches and delights
But what happens when fire and water lock stance and greet
An amazing unison of lifes yin and yang the worlds greatest sight

Amen, oh men, oh man, oh woo man, oh women,
Its our bag of skin and bones, the way we make love to cosmic tones.
The life disguise, with masks and veils, trials and trails that do impale and repair,
The masquerade in all its sequence and glory embedded in delusions of despair .
A stride on a crystal clear river,
informality unformed, the enigma you radiate surely delivers the best of heart shook quivers,
in the poles coldest of nights and days my faith and hope warms the shivers,
mystery me mary carry they, the hopeless and broken to a violet flames new day
we think we must, and trust in the bust, the fear of the event is worse than the event itself
we do our **** near best to keep our thoughts in stealth
I dug and dig the sweat that poors in the ******* of the sun
The needle in the haystack will surely send the homeless man for a hundred mile run
I see the hawks that fly high in the sky with imperial focus
Above the elegant witches in their dance circles conducting a festive hocus pocus
My eyes are peeled to the back of my head to witness you my beloved omen
I live to witness your glory oh men in the omens
Merlin spill your omens
Ladies and gentlemen can I get a witness to these omens

I I Cap'n, my eyes are fierce
the window to the soul glossy with tears
i present you with 2 gold tokens a gift to the seer
who lives in the cave the dearest friend of the deer
hidden away in the fresh musk of the wooden realms friends
filled with visions and eyes of dea with no end
to see or not to see the cure to mysteries misery
my hungry mind could use some rotisserie

We must keep the river flowing
our vulnerability proudly showing
skinny dipping with no rowing
i feed the rivers flowing
with a tear or a sweat
we do our best not to fret or regret
what a day it was when we met
we shall see what the skies bet
as long as the river stays flowing
we will all float on with food for the growing

What to write, when the words hang tight on the rope
The days are filled with possibility and endless hope
So many options and choices to be made
As my physical youth slowly fades
My mind a castle built on teal marble stones of bliss and desire
For what else am I alive but to build and inspire
Theres a fine wire that hangs from the head
Of the dusty old French maiden now an echo in the wind and dead
To leave a legacy or just to simply exist
As does the pretty fluffy kitten in the lap of a miss
We wander in wonder to learn the ways
Through keen wide eyes a curious soul does sway
A feather on a  bird, A dust in the wind
Holographic existence a  mango slowly ripened
Not hollow like all hollows eve
or a ghosts empty sleeve
holo like hello, lets get ready to take a dive
for today with a slow inhale we are alive