There's a fire in the sky as I watch the sun rise.
Can't put it to words, only can the birds
as they fly above; they see it every day,
what a beautiful pink haze over a turquoise sea
eclipsed under by mountains of trees.
Horizon starts to shine.
******* buildings, such a crime,
obscuring perfect view,
wonders to me oh so new.
Usually I'd be in a deep daze
watching dreams amaze in a maze.
Today though, I was conscious.

Seem to be chasing what I can't reach
as it starts to get bright with soft dawn light.
Going against the arrows I knew,
what I'm doin' is staying true.
Red cardinal sing to me in a sea of green.
Perspective puts me past what I'd seen.
The troubles I've had just float away,
cuz while I sleep starts a new day.
Looking at my life, its pretty ok,
the troubles I've had just float away.....

Hey there babe come on with me
We’ll run into the night, so much to see
Leave it all behind, see that’s the key
Grab my hand, sink your feet in the sand
Cuz’ now we’re livin free

Ain’t no worryin here on out
All’s left to do is dance and shout
The moments what its all about
Hear the music play steadily
Don’t look back at doubt

Run through fields of daisies
So what if we’re going crazy
Day and night its getting hazy
Mindbeams begin to spout
I see you babe, its all ok

Settle down for once in the west
They always tell me it’s the best
We’ll hunker into a cozy nest
Spend our days lazy
Think you know the rest

Time comes round to say goodbye
Never wanna, you got me too high
Sometimes tho, you gotta try
To beat the final test
But you an me babe
We ain’t never gonna die

Roaring, the fire flicks flames higher
than towers of oaken stead.
Smoke in our eyes the color of lead,
soars above the great fire.

Chanting ensues, clothes fly right by you
and the beastly hunt begins.
Hid behind masks, eyes show signs of sin
Enchanting, wooing you through.

As shrieks fill the air, you stop and stare
at the carnal carnival.
Flesh, sweat and tears, noone seems to care.
Bunches of mad animals.

Drums drone and pound your bones, rattle straight
to the core of your mortal
soul, eternal now but you have sold
sums of your life through this gate.

Dance is complete as embers smoulder
in the evening light, dark night
surrounding ***** is now your new plight.
Chance at trance makes not older.

Does grass get angered
when plod upon by giants,
human destructors
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Droop eyes die, sleep time
for dream world of unknown myths
dead in the morning
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More to come................

Antsy aardvarks all
accept ants accordingly
as an addiction

Bamboo bayonets
bought by barbaric, beastly
barons bite beatniks

Cloistered cobblers can
color candy-cane conches
concealing crooners

Daffodils doodle
daydreams down, debauchery
demons deafening

Every eon each
electric elephant eats
eleven elk eggs

For fun fantasies
file films filosophic'ly
filling filaments

Go get greens
Get grass grayer gal
goonie ghoul

Hello high hammock
how hooligans heave haddocks
heathenly hecklers

Igloos ixist in
icy islands interning
internationally

Jello jam jizzy
Jacks jostling jewels juney
jump jump joop jail

They stared down that fruit
ravenously as junkies
seeking their next fix.
Days they spent
cleverly concealed
high in the banyan boughs
by the jungle home.
Monkey spies peered longingly,
slavering over the scrumptious cornucopia
of fruity delight,
so close.
They watched the white man
devour whole pigs three times
daily. When he ate
he feasted.

This gluttonous absurdity shall last no longer,
claimed the monkey chieftain.
Clang clang, rang the war bells,
and primate warriors gathered,
plotting a master plan,
the "Fruit Bowl Coup."
Gangsters conniving their next hit,
the monkeys schemed day and night.
The fruit shall be ours at last!

The white man's snores rumbled
after lunch. He dazed
in a satiated stupor.
With vine ropes and a leafy gag,
the monkeys stormed in.
A score tied him down,
muffled his pitiful squeaks.
The rest raided,
took siege over the kitchen,
plundering pirates.
They filled their cheeks
and hands with fruit,
then brought their *****
back to the tribe.
They feasted for days
and the white man cried.

I learned an important lesson
during a street hockey match.
Don't stand in front of slap shots.

Some runt boasted
of how powerful he could smack the ball,
and I howled with laughter, a hyena,
standing my ground,
confident as a peacock,
feet away from his stick.
I was a hockey god none could conquer,
and he, a puck peasant
whom I could smite with a single shot.

But then he slapped
The ball, Crack!
the start of a track meet.
From there my memory is as shaky
as my knees when the ball
crashed into my eye.
They say I wailed and crumpled
to the ground, clutching
away, feeling the stinging
tears come.
I tried to fight them,
but like the eternal rains
endured by Noah, down
they poured. I slunk home, head-hung
In shamed defeat.

I ran to the bathroom
to inspect my battle wounds,
and there in the mirror,
dark and purple as a stormy sky
was my first
Shiner.