Everyone is jolly having fun

The woman in the corner is kissing everyone

The jokers bow to the jester who is leading the parade .

Jesters is lighting fireworks and burning up the place

The freaks scream and shout to see the fireworks .

The circus act is ready to begin

The kids jump with joy when the ringmaster whips the cage

Foolish thoughts

You always said it was better to burn out than fade away, like Jimi Hendrix and Bill Hicks. A rock star with no guitar, but now your in
the Sky with Diamonds singing Glass Onion and Penny Lane with Lennon and Kurt Cobain.

Come together, join in Janis, another verse Across the Universe
or Let It Be Morrison that sings this song and one Day Tripper ill
Come Along and open that door....... When Im Sixty Four.

Are you misunderstod?
You are misunderstood!
Are you misunderstood?
You are spiritually touched, in tune with oneself,
yours roots are solid for which you still call.
Are you misunderstood by others, by many, not all?
Why then hide behind a persona as she walks before you?
Hurry up, catch up...
becoming closer to within, almost connected, an old friend, soon to be whole, a reunited soul.
Are you misunderstood?
You are very powerful, more powerful perhaps than even you may realise,
restrained slightly by anquish, may civil unrest be put to sleep, may the cracks reside.
You are misunderstood?
Though as you have seen, tainted through life your heart is pure,
untarnished as it always has been but there,
like an invisible curse,
for it is just your mind ie, other peoples minds in which your aura walks first.
Are you misunderstood?
You are only now becoming who you are, who you already are,
who you have always been, who you were always meant to be,
dont you see, free, free of tense,
free from any external force bearing influence.
For right now, you are not misunderstood!
For right now, you are the most important woman in the world,
yet in the same breath you are irrelevant and not the most important woman in the world
Your desires and aspirations now second, instinctively, to your child and your world.
They are now your universe, the flower in your palm,
May you blossom together, forever, as one.

Twice the light burns heat.
Submarine finds the mind in a deep sea sleep.

If only.

Lie still and silently cry out to the dark.
Listen to the drip drip drop of the faucet.
A pocket watch.
You plead for the pulse thump to stop.
Agonizing over greenbacks and life plans
Paralyzing thoughts of What’s next? And where now?
Questions void of answers.
Answers crammed with doubt.

The red sticks re-arrange once more.

Bargaining with time declines result.
She has it in for you friend.
A million memories churn and wrestle
While each flickering moment blurs away.
Straining to relax,
Exhausting yourself to find peace.

And there it is.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Tomorrow.

“brrrrrr”
said
the past
today

“sure miss those days by the fire
with her snuggled up close
and the covers
barely enough to keep you two
contained”

“oh yeah,
those were
great!”

“we both had fun?
didn’t we?”

“but too bad,
you ****** things up,
but that’s ok,
you still got me,
right?”

you cannot comprehend how much you will care

how badly it will hurt
how terribly you will want to die

even if you’ve known it before
to feel it again
will burn ten times worse
than you ever remember it

you will hate yourself for it
and worst of all
you could’ve stopped it
too

but then,
perhaps,
maybe it is
out of our control,
maybe it’s not magic,
or special,
or grand,
and it's best to smile about
the fact that it’s just you,
nothing else,
that caused these events
and now,
*this.

What if...

sunshine poured down like rain,
filling the gutters, ditches and drains?
Hand in hand, wandering the streets,
we splash pools of sunshine with our bare feet.
Jumping and splashing, what a glorious time,
walking together knee deep in sunshine.