Beauty in all it's forms.
Art for arts sake

Sake bombs and souls to shake

We are as we will,
With new skin about.

Skin to mettle

Skin

with which
we meddle



Endevore, with course designate

With flags to stake.
Or coward, shake.

The uncharted course.
The the unbridled rake.

For green will spew anew

Seen in passion,.
Seen in green.
Seem serien

Subjucate
Placate

Nought abdicate

In do time
In due course

Find us unfettered
If ever off course.

So ever of you
In Lieu
of you

The folly of scam
The folly anew

We the forsaken
We of the green

Folly  for those
Who Folly unseen.

I almost celebrate the unpopularity
of my imaging sandpaper and saws
sounds
thy western accompaniment
of warmer inner purpose
progressions of chords
calming and coherent
when you listen to
the harmonies
like adding mustard and relish
to a hotdog
sniff around for
chords perfectly
a new layer or two
on a journey of  my own
may you join in
my Magical Mystery Tour
where I add an f flat
to an f major
f flat becomes
f seven
upon your shoulders
and my powers and
depth are nothing but borrowed
true artists
are more
articulate

I am but lyrical
trying to re-introduce
a cadence
developing
a dream or two
however successfully
or not

it might be because
of a disconnection
a hallucinogenic
recollection
an old song
I listened to
while tripping

a long time ago

a radical idea
no

nothing but
borrowed

shadows

here I am lying on the floor
half of my body is outside the door
weird place to be, I thought I was
but I was amused when I realized
how easy it is to be at *two place at once