it bothers me that I can't read a book,
my mind won't let me go there.
love it's cover,
it's pages,
the promise.

Harry Heironymous Huffenhoffer
was leading a lonely life working nights
at the fukfoorfiffenfimmer factory
where he was in charge of loading crates
full of fukfoorfiffenfimmers, onto cargo cars destined for the city of Cincinnati.

There was such a huge demand for fukfoorfiffenfimmers in the city of Cincinnati,
poor Harry Heironymous Huffenhoffer worked his hunnyhush to the bone.

On one of his few holiday weekends,
Harry Heironymous Huffenhoffer went to a hair salon for a trim.
Here he was attended by a hairdresser named, Henrietta Huckhellopolis.
Harry Heironymous Huffenhoffer instantly fell for the husky-voiced hairdresser.

Gaining enough gumption and gallasisgoppingguff needed to bypass beating around the bush of courteous courtship,
Harry Heironymous Huffenhoffer asked Henrietta Huckhellopolis if she wanted to leerlumpaloomp later that evening.

"I would love to leerlumpaloomp later this evening," she replied, batting her long lashes lustily.

And how those two leerlumpaloomped!

They leerlumpaloomped long through the night.
They leerlumpaloomped so loudly,
the neighbours ended up sticking stuffystoils
into their sensilivities, in hopes of drowning out the noise.

Nine months later,
the lovers were blessed with a litter of lullaloonillies—wot with the loud leerlumpaloomping and all.
But, of the seven lullaloonillies, four of them had two lumpalots instead of one.

Bolstering himself against drowning in despair at the prospect of having sired freak lullaloonillies,
Harry Heironymous Huffenhoffer helped design fukfoorfiffenfimmers especially meant for lullaloonillies who have two lumpalots instead of one.

As the double-lumpalot fukfoorfiffenfimmers
were Harry Heironymous Huffenhoffer's idea, the owner of the fukfoorfiffenfimmer factory gave Harry Heironymous Huffenhoffer
a forty percent cut of the royalties.


*Fortunately some fairy tales come with a happy ending, because the city of Cincinnati was hit with a record number of lullaloonillies
born with two lumpalots instead of just the one.
The high sales of double-lumpalot fukfoorfiffenfimmers,
enabled Harry Heironymous Huffenhoffer and Henrietta Huckhellopolis
to quit their jobs and buy into the fukfoorfiffenfimmer factory.

Yes, after getting married,
Harry Heironymous and Henrietta Huckhellopolis-Huffenhoffer
lived happily hever hafter.
So did the lullaloonillies....

including those with two lumpalots instead of one.

I am raw, and red
Like a newborn child
So silent and small,
so soft and fragile.
This is my heart,
Reborn like a phoenix
from the ashes it came.

Take care of this bird.
Because it only lives for so long.

Treasure this bird,
and it will love you back.

Show this bird kindness and warmth,
and it will forever stand by you.

This is my heart.
Take care of this bird.

WINDOW TO YOUR SOUL

Behind the sweetly smiling eyes
Their lies a tiger in disguise
He bares his teeth so sparkly while
And sharpens his claws all through the night

"Come follow me, the path is safe
I'll take you through the pearly gates
I'm the one who comes in righteousness
All knowing I will listen to you confess"

"I'll be the one to give you succor
If you don't listen to any other
Can't you see I walk so softly
I am the one who sees the world eternal"

Tiger, tiger, eyes so bright
Step out here now into the light
Let me see the windows to your soul
Do I see a crack - a smudge - a hole?

As I look at the shattered glass
I know something strange has come to pass
As the broken windows of your soul
Cannot be mended until you are humbled and whole

BE TRUE TO YOURSELF

Never give all of yourself
Just keep a little bit back
Find a way to give & share
But keep your soul intact

Close personal freedoms
The very need to express
A thought a feeling a wish
Holding close to your chest

Many times we know it's right
And many times we will find
We were wrong, sad thoughts
The past will come to mind

We must be brave they say
And step into life unafraid
But from the past we learn
From the mistakes we made

Some would take our lives
And live it for themselves
In their shadow we walk
And from their lips we talk

So please be true to yourself
Let your light shine through
Tis nothing wrong with loving
But is this kind of love for you

To become the other person
Then you will disappear
Nothing left of your own self
Or things you held so dear

So stand up and be counted
Don't follow in this trend
Be true to the person you are
Or to their will you bend

I made my way through the door, through the garden, out onto the street, and into the universe, where I saw all of the marvels this life has to offer.

Walked on sunny beaches where the sea-breeze always blows, and in quiet meadows where carnations always grow.

Danced upon the milky glances of a waning moon, wrapped myself in the dawning sun’s embrace, watched the Earth until the quiet afternoon.

Laid for countless nights with girls I know I loved too much, and spent hours peering into mirrors, with reflections anxious fingers long to touch.

Sighed in places where joints were worn frictionless by years of bliss, and one soul found another in the press of a lover’s kiss.

Wept in lonely places where people walk with heavy feet; the saddest places where two loving hands may never meet.

Learned in places where the answer and the question were one and the same; where knowledge shines, and the deepest problem is but a game.

Whispered in the ear that first heard the songbird sing, and picked flowers in the grove where ground was first touched with spring.

Spent a millennium worth of carefree strolls in the places where the thunder rolls, and beheld the hand that carefully forks the lightning.

Saw things no other man has ever seen, all at once beautiful and frightening, where the bell of eternity tolls.

Painted in galleries where no beautiful thing is taboo, and where every sorrow is a burden shared by two.

And I returned.

Returned because I remembered you.