Our brains are, immense antennas.
They listen to "The Source"
Harmonic oscillations singing.
all the time.

You may think I have gone lunar
but this bio-crystal tuner,
works best when we
invoke our inner
mime.

If we tweak our "thought-in" buffer
down to one breath, we'll discover
a silence that can hear our
planets hum.

The music of the orbs, spheres
is ointment for our sore ears.
A soothing salve to heal us
from "the numb".

From the rapping and the tapping,
from the repetitious yapping
If there is PEACE OF MIND
to find
I'll take some.

Big rock falling to the land?
From the sky, no one knew,
how to stop, or divert it.
So, they came up with a plan.
Phew!

Shoot, a rocket thru the clouds.
Fill it with Cesium.
Blast until, there’s just dirt.
Chicken Little! Peeps loud!  
“RUN!”

“Mammasita,  mama, see:
stuff, falls from, up above.
Boinked me on my skull as,
I was dozing in the tree;
with the dove.”

“Hit me on my feathered head
so hard, it made me cluck.
Pebbles, powder, wafting down.
Looks like sand, is blood red:  
DUCK!”

Like manna, for the live stocks.
Covering the whole grounds.
Every field, river, lake.
Hickory’s dickeries, docks and towns.

Mouse’s growing, with one eye.
Hen eggs glowing, in the dark.
Moo’ers: All sprouting wings.
Birdie, birdie, in the sky,
Elsie’s now a meadowlark.

What if we found the "tree of life"?
Would we cut it down?
Make it into a small house
for our dog?
and paint it Fido brown?

Or would we cure the nations?
And folks in our on home town.
Crush it, roll it, kneed it, bake it.
take a bite, pass it around.

Or would we give it to the giants.
who make life drugs that cure.
"Synthesize this herb tree please."
Make a pill that's pure.

Death? Poison? Take one more!
We tested it. We're sure.
Only a few, of you will die
Our words could not be true-er.

Oh, yes, that bush we started with
We, "THANK god", no longer need.
We make health from sweet crude oil.
It cuts down on the greed.

As well as fueling your car
It's know, you freaks love speed.
Think of all the time that you will save.
No more crushing up that evil ****.

Imagine our world with life on a limb
It surely would be chaos!
So we destroyed every plant!
The leftover leaves we tossed.

We own all of the sea floor, pumps.
billions is what they cost.
Give up your plans to help each other.
It's over. Too bad. You lost.

The battle, the war, everything
It should be plain to see,
Worship those who give you life.
That's right, drop to one knee.

Swear allegiance to the king
Whom-ever that may be.
He only makes one demand.
Do not TOUCH that "of life" tree.

Bubbles in time
not easy to see
Me thinks
the next
is HERE
alread-y

Most folks have,
now, more pc's,
than they do hands,
to tap the keys.

Old school tech!
Just touch the screen.
Finds where your going
Tracks where you have been.

Listen to hop music.
post to every blog.
sit on your  couch
rot like a felled log.

Productivity will be
non-existent someday
Why, too many games and Miss Muffits,
all curds, no whey.

Milking our days
of "do something" time.
Will our grandkids pass laws
to make it a crime?

To sit and stare
at a box all day long.
To touch a small screen
even, just for a song.

Bluetooth extractions
We call them "noon-ers".
Why? We must work.
to support the boomers.

Who now fill the jails
for lies, drugs, and ***.
Described now in our text books as.
The generation that
"time forgot"

The tree of life,
a burning bush,
incense burnt
for healing air.
A sweet savory flower scent,
Bud so pure,
It has the power to scare.

Rich humans into hiding it
Remove it  from the medicine kit!
Besides kids, "Can't manufacture it!"
So, guess what? We don't care.

If it helps you not to puke
that's the price that you pay
for living life that evil way.
You only need one meal a day.
Do people gasp and stare?

When you shake and trimble?
Just, take these six pills. But sit!
PS: they make you spit
Ignore the herb! Do not take a hit!
You did not want your ugly hair?

Did you? The flames of cancer do
not the disease but the radar,
like cops point at your car,
Be proud now! You are a star.
Because you did not pollute the air.

With that ILLEGAL tumor destroyer
Yes, we've known since seventy four
we were smart, shut the door
So sure! the cost would be much more.
Repeat after us 'It's only fair"
Besides! we just bought you three more years!
Still dizzy? Here, sit down it this chair.

I wonder about freedom.
A universal right to be,
who and what and where we want,
gripe and moan  and even taunt.
Type in our own, homemade font.
Or, launch a raft into the sea.

To find a place that
is more liber-ated, still.
But greed turns choice to tyrany.
The motto? Give it all to me!
Need a house? Chop down a tree.
Each day is such a thrill!

Until those pitter patters
Turn into stomping boots.
Asking who will pay the bill?
Tearing down each homebrew still.
Whats for dinner. More pig swill?!
We're looking for recruits.

Who want to live a better way
In a world much less corrupt.
We'll have good rules to keep in us line
So prisons won't explode again this time.
With committers of some petty crime.
Or just failing to keep up.

How can I stop,
this lead filled shaft,
from texting about lies?
Spreading words that
expose some truths.

Order:
Cheese, burger and fries.


Orders to desist,
from the right-thought cops,
make my wood wand, wiggle
spurting tiny dots
on paper.
Some puns, to make one, jiggle.

Onions, mustard.
Halitosis.
How, this parch-
ment does stink!
No more fragrant
lines that clatter;
old stained platter in the sink.

Bold pro-nounce-ments.
Dec-la-ra-tions.
Little ditties, catchy rhymes.
Freaky fables,
twisted gristers.
Mills churning, fruit, from ripe vines.

Meals of corn gruel.
New! Eye candy.
Salivate on par-a-graphs.
Drooling foolish
in - u - endos.
Reveal wisdoms: walked down paths.

Rebuilding brains,
is the point,
of these obscure, obscene words.
Lettuce listen
to the crunching
of our inner munching herds.

Power surging,
from vibrations
as the cantor, picks up pace.
A light comes on.
Awaken- ness!
Gulp! Right in the nick of time.

Ps. It is a RACE.