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am i ee Sep 2015
when it is
my final time,
i make it here
clear.

for my first choice
my wish,
is to go like
all the critters we see,
lying in the woods,
enjoying a last
long, lingering
Final look.

this body
once warm
slipping into
Mother earth
in its very own
time.

second way
i'd like,
is to go like
the
ancient Zoroastrianism
practitioners
did do.

or the monks
high among the
peaks of the
snow covered
Himalyan peaks
of Tibet
once so
Free.

i'll take a hot
firey burning
if that is what you
must do.

mixed in thoroughly,
with those of
my puppyhead
and her magficient
ancestors.

fling theses ashes
high overhead,
while the winds
are blowing
strongly along.

hike to the top
a high and lonely
peak,
open the little
baggie of plasticky.

release these ashes,
of us who loved
each other  So,
to ride the winds
forever together,
throughout all of 
eternal time!
changed ending - deleted humor lines.
i really like the way it feels now to me.
peace
am i ee Sep 2015
dark cool morning,
just now, just this Fall,
early gentle rain falls.

stepping onto wooden deck,
the souls of these feet are,
cooled
and  
thirst quenched,
by you
oh, beautiful,
gentle rain!
am i ee Sep 2015
when it is
my final time,
i make it here
clear.

for my first choice
my wish,
is to go like
all the critters we see,
lying in the woods,
enjoying a last
long, lingering
Final look.

this body
once warm
slipping into
Mother earth
in its very own
time.

second way
i'd like,
is to go like
the
ancient Zoroastrianism
practitioners
did do.

or the monks
high among the
peaks of the
snow covered
Himalyan peaks
of Tibet
once so
Free.

i'll take a hot
firey burning
if that is what you
must do.

mixed in thoroughly,
with those of
my puppyhead
and her magficient
ancestors.

fling these ashes
high overhead,
while the winds
are blowing
strongly along.

hike to the top
a high and lonely
peak,
open the little
baggie of plasticky.

release these ashes,
of us who loved
each other  So,
to ride the winds
forever together,
throughout all of 
eternal time!

but,

i make it here
most perfectly clear,
under no circumstances
are you to be flushing me
down some ubiquitous
suburban
toilet!

for that one i promise,
for this you
may be sure!
i will  long
hang around,
haunting you,
every time you,
poo or ***!

RIP rip rip
inspired by the little tooth lying in the sacred dumpster behind the dentist's office, which is filled with implements of magical modern dentistry!
am i ee Sep 2015
rain falls
on parched earth.

fall
a majestic season
quiet and retiring.

year winding
down
to an ending.

no cause for
loud call.

rain falls
gently and
coolly
on dried
fallen leaves.

words need
not be spoken
nor written
for it only
gets in the
way of
knowing
the ONE.

free from
gossiping and
interpreting,
fall
quiet and
deep
keeps quiet
to herself.

true magic
real mystics
only act
for themselves.

devil may care
but sweet mother
nature never
despairs

an unending
cycle
end and
beginning
unknown

why bother
your little mind
with questions
forever unknown.
sleep well, rest deeply in this oh so funny living hell....
am i ee Sep 2015
Pay attention!
rap rap
said the big fat bus,
with the big fat bootay.

i say
i have something
to say
to you!

a wee bit of advice to you
you so sweet
young lasses
out and about
on hot summer nights
in camaros
and vans
and pintos
and mustangs.
and mom's
station wagon's.



# 1
when that eager
young lad's hands
are a crawlin' all over
you.

yes YOU missy,
your sweet nubile
young territory,

the time will come
when you shall
want all these
shennanigans to
STOP!

so i give to thee
some wee
words of advice.

#2
Be firm with your delivery.
Do not waver.
Strong even voice,
increase volume if
necessary.

to the
Kind sir,
the,
young lad..

say!

i do not beg you,
i command thee ...
be sure to understand!
keep those roving
hands to thyself.

for you can
rest assured,

this playground is closed!

this is a no nookey zone!

#3
blue *****,
you claim,
they are a ailing you?

for you i give
this sound advice,

say!
introduce yourself
to your right hand,

and ifn' you be a wantin'
a menage eh of three,

invite
your,
left hand
to
come along!

#4
Be firm and be sure,
you are sitting on
a sacred fortune of gold,
don't let them
miners be gropin'
around,
be a gropin'
you.

it is only for you
to sacredly unfold
your divine
femininin-ess.

if you want to do it,
do it...
but search your heart long before you do.  
at least think you are in love
before taking the plunge.

first loves are sweet
and last long
in hidden recesses of
mysterious minds.

take your time,
30 and more,
is the age
we big fat busses
with big fat yellow bootays
come into our own.

no rush.
nowhere to go.
all the time in the world to get there.
there is,
i assure you,
no rush.
am i ee Sep 2015
meanwhile,

the Big Fat Yellow Bootay
was getting right tired of
waiting for the election to end.

so,

she set off down the highway
going ninety five...

"HOKEEEY POKEEEY!" she cried
as she gunned the engine and
threw herself in gear.

"HOKEEEY POKEEEY!  MOTHER *******!"
twice she cried,
"HOKEEEY POKEEEY!  MOTHER *******!"
this second time
for extra good luck
with the unfolding election.

cool Fall breeze caressed
her yellow metal,
her big fat yellow bootay,
a glorious day to
be out on a drive!

well, except where she had
come from.

beep beep
beep beep
always driving her
beep beep beeping insane!

it shore nuf was quiet
out this way!

she turned the shiny
silver dial to turn on the
radio.
'gonna have to get me
some better speakers
one day soon.' she thought
to her big fat bus self.

and what came out blasting?

"That's Alright Mama,"
by who else?
but the King!
Elvis!

Elvis has left the building
and now,
Elvis is ON THE BUS!

she didn't quite know all
of the words,
but what the ****,
she sure could sing!

As the big fat bus
with the big fat bootay
was driving along,
singing joyfully,
she glanced in the rear
view mirrow and what
did she see?

why the ghost of Elvis himself
was sitting right there
right in the back of the bus.

He starts strumming on his
own guitar and singing,
'that's alright mama.."

so she turned off the
radio to listen
to the ghost of
the King,
Elvis,
himself,
singing in the back
of her big fat yellow bootay!

she also watched him eating
a lot of food
in the back of the bus,
her bus.

his ghostly figure
seemed to
fluctuate between fat Elvis,
and skinny Elvis,
like a seesaw.

by and by
says he,

(not the really fat one
but not the really skinny one
neither.)

'I need a pit stop.'
says the King

so the big fat bus,
with the big fat yellow bootay,
asks,
asks she,
'you wanna stop at the next
stop & go,
or
the next
fizz & wizz,
or
my fav if you really
need a constitutional,
the stop & plop?'

at this particular junction in time
this ghostly King,
was in the shape
of Fat Elvis
but very cooly outfitted,
bellbottoms and rhine stones
or were those all diamonds?

note to self,
the big fat bus
squirreled away,
check on that.
are those real or not?
more mulha is always
good
and this just might
be mana from heaven
in the form of Elvis the KING
himself
and maybe just one
of those diamonds
will fall out and
get lost in me.'

mighty strange happenings
going on around here in this
big fat bus
with the big fat yellow bootay.

' the stop and plop little mama,' elvis replied
with that
ohhhh,
soooooo,
divine Elvis drawl
and that darling little
thing he did with his mouth,
but was doing now
as he was sitting there in the
back of HER big fat bus
with HER big fat yellow bootay!

OH MY,
it really is a
HOKEY POKEY day!  she sighed.....
dear reader, i must admit, this is sounding even strange to me... it must be the stress of the election, so please pardon me.  and a very good night to you.
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