It is not the cough
that carries you off
It's the coffin
they carry you off in.

Why
         do'nt snowmen have *****

They can not dance.  :-)

I want to write a poem.
But again my brain does not want to.
Seams to be all ****** up.
Thinks of all the things, that I do not want to.
Not even a seeds of sparks.
Just these illusive thoughts and dreams.
Come on brain.
Give me my poets mind again.
Maybe for 20 minites or more.
Just so I can get something on paper.
No that did not mean I wanted to ****.
This paper here.
I am sitting infront of it.
Like I like just sitting here and picking my nose again.

Might even cut my toe nails later.
Well that how sometimes it goes.

I was born
I was born to love maje
I was born a long long time ago
I was born to know what i now know.

I was made to be just me
having no dreams
of not much more
you may smile and fined
like me you have no more
dose it now seam worth while
all the winters of snow
                                            There is a man lived in a shed
                                            the shed was so rotten
                                            When it rained
                                            it was so sad
                                            it came in on his head
                                            and he said please stop raining
                                            on my brain
                                            and in the winter when it snowed
                                            well that was so so cold
                                            as the snow fell through the hole

And WAs more than he could bear and just died there.

i was born
to love none
no one at all

i was born
not to be tied
to an old grave stone

i was born
not to make magic
none at all

i was born
to be strong
but be soft.

I was born to love no one
no one to love me
only the wind in the long green grass
only the frost that i feel on my toes
i was born to use my eyes
and it was with words
my soul was set free
in this curl curl world
when i was younger
than i now am
love words and they will
set you you free
for they make me stronger inside
than i really am myself.

I went with the flow.
But just ended up drownin.

I have NOTHING.

But the good thing is.

I still have a lot of it left!

I will not turn of my light
If the road I follow
tells me not to
But i can not promise
that is what my road
wil tell me to do
We are running a race we can only loose.

A toad sat on stool
remembering  all of the things
he miss understood
in his life before
he felt like now
Go again spike my dreams
I am just a toad
I do not matter any how
I am just this toad of toad HALL.

At that time just span out
right out of this world
well seamed like that to me
then i meet you
looking for a good place like me to run
and I Called you home.

And I just stood
for I will never know your name
and maybe you not mine
but i whsh
I did for you are one soul that god loves
Su I will not ask.

I work in a flower shop
I get all my kicks from
customers feet

these are words that you can join in with
Make your own life up
yellow white or maybe blue
but be sure that life is you
all i ask is to dance with you
black white
stop this fight
because one of these colours
does not bother you
love you are but be true
there is some one much worse than you are
so I give this to you

The absurd life of little Jon Doe.
now Jon Doe one morning fell from a cloud
and almost killed me
laying on the grass
and scared me witless
crying sunshine help me
if i only had a god to pry to
that morning i surly would
then this little man laying next to me ask
how did i get here
and I had no idea
of all the questions to ask
little Jon Doe
had to ask that one