Right now is never ending
Because when it is done,
Surprise of all surprises,
It is once more begun.

Because it never ceases,
And never goes away,
The precious present moment
Is where Love tends to stay.

We review our phony past
Based on how we saw it.
But we add, change, and forget
So we can redraw it.

The future's only fiction
Based on an altered past.
Is it any wonder then
Most memories don't last?

This present very moment
Is all that's really Real.
Live in the past or future,
And make up what you feel.

Oh porcupine, you look so fine,
With all those barbs wrapped round your spine.
If some ******, bit you real hard,
They'd find out that you need no guard.
And I can see that *** would be,
Always with you done carefully.
No worry you, one thing is true,
You won't be in some petting zoo.
You'd be the most if I'm the host,
Please come to my marshmallow roast.

Some people bring joy when they stay
Others bring joy come what may,
But I'm one of those,
At least I suppose,
Who brings joy when I go away.

I drink and I drink until plastered.
For drinking is one art I've mastered.
It takes all my dough
To stay this drunk though,
So buy me a drink you cheap *******.

If the first shall be last
And the last shall be first,
Being either of those
Is the absolute worst.

For when the switch comes
They will have to go far,
Based on how close to
The ends that they are.

The closer to middle
The less it would take
To move somewhere else,
For the line to remake.

The greatest secret
Of Life's holy game,
Is the ones in the middle
Won't know a switch came.

I cannot go to school today.
There simply is not any way.
I'm sweating and my throat is sore.
My breathing has become a chore.
I think my backside has a rash
And to the bathroom I must dash.
My ankle's sprained, I cannot walk.
My throat's inflamed, I cannot talk.
Some twitching makes my left leg ****.
I might have cramps, my arms don't work.
I might have mumps or maybe flu.
I might be sick with something new.
My head feels like it's gonna split.
I really need to rest a bit.
I have no strength inside my knees.
I may have some unknown disease.
Call the doctor, have him hurry,
All I see is getting blurry.
Believe me please, it is no joke.
I think my elbow might be broke.
I have a very runny nose
And there is gunk between my toes.
My temperature is way too high
And there is something in my eye.
Do not make me get up for school.
The way I feel it would be cruel.
If I can't rest, I might just die
And school would be the reason why.


What's that you say?  It snowed last night?
And all the schools are locked up tight?
No school today because of snow?
Out of my way, I have to go!
Where is my coat?  Where is my sled?
I don't feel sick, I'm well instead.
I've had a most amazing cure
And one thing that I know for sure,
If there's not any school today
I need to go outside and play.

Battered buildings sag together,
Twisted trees now show their roots.
Shards of glass crunch so harshly
Underneath the troopers' boots.

Death at last has drifted onward
To bless some other cursed land.
People see the foolish practice
Of building homes upon the sand.

Scratches mar the shiny surface
Of the lives that people knew.
Temporal things are ripped asunder.
All that's left is what is True.

Churches overflow with living,
While the cemeteries grow.
Shock subsides as insight heightens,
So men may learn what angels know.