The white paper snail
Followed the *** trail
To a small gold boat
Where sailors hang their coats

The two eyed pirate king
Went Sunday fishing
To buy his pretty daughter
A pearl diving otter

The pet store vendor
Had putrid body odor
To solve his dilemma
He ingested a chimera

The knight and his squire
Went to sing and play lyre
At the cave with a bear
Who had no head hair

Another crazy poem
From an old seaside home
The brown eyed bard
Sends you a greeting card

here i am..
walkin the line,
that's blowin in the wind.
suantering down the
pathways of my mind,
not knowing where to
begin.
cause i've seen fire and
i've set fire to then rain
had sunshine on my shoulders
been addicted to  the pain
run for the roses
on the glorious road
sat on a dewdrop
carried a ain't too heavy load.
danced in the rain
turned the tables
read the fables.
been another brick,
in the big brick wall.
conversed with
the mildy insane,
went to the chappel.
drank bucksfizz and
straight champagne.
been to paradise.
been to me.
waited at the copa,
wanted to be bornfree.
sat on the dock
and watched the
bad moon rise.
walked 500miles
saw it rain in spain.
knocked on the green door
of the lobstershack.
took the stairway to
heaven,
by the dash board lights.
rode a avalanche back.
built this city,
had a drink at the pub
with no beer.
talked to the solitary man,
about the days of the old
school yard.
laughed a lot.
stood down on the corner,
thinking of  fernando
and red red wine.
sent my message via a bottle,
to be heard on  the grapevine.
got my self all dizzy,
dancin with myself,
at the the fairground.
but didn't cry out loud
found my true colours,
tarnished and dusty,
in of all places, xanadu.
waiting now with bright
eyes, for my baby to arrive,
he took the morning train
me i am keeping busy
watching the world drift
by on granma's featherbed
all the while the nips are getting bigger. send in the
clowns to run amok
downtown and i will sit on top of the world lookin at bothsides now.
see me trying for
jumpin jack flash  
gas-satisfaction.
whilst losing my religion,
after six months in a leaky
boat and four seasons in one day.

all i've really got to go
with is:
obla dee obla da
life goes on
blah......

life goes on.

Discerning wastes by the way we trace
Erasing bad tastes from our face
Til the internal happiness takes it's place
Fumbling habits were now laced with grace.  
Brighter are the fires we chase
Eyes wider, the wildflowers are looking up
Vitamin d rush,
accompanied by the satisfaction
that happens with this chance to touch.  
So many actions were taken to please,
but now we naturally seek necessity. 
Loving everything endlessly
Catering to our specialties
Waking up inside our pleasant dreams.
Getting to see beyond the scenes, and understand why we can be so easily carried like leaves once free.
Narrating with speculation,
generating all you wanna be.  
Accomplishing with mindful reminders to breathe.  
Beauty is the beast, perceived in a different form.  
What's truth honestly may not be the norm -
but we branch out like the mighty tree
& embrace the storm pouring soulful warmth.  
So peace to you and yours.  
Make great with the way you spend time having been reborn.  
Adorn your temple, with any methods or colors you choose.  
Show care for the confession hidden breathless in a bruise,
and be thankful for the light spectrum expression
highlighting time to still choose.  
With that awareness comes the space ready to take in the lessons and Synchronicities we are blessed with.  
I know I've made a mess of this, testing abilities to clean.  
Release disharmony and leftover negative energy streams.  
Just need room to be, fly swirling within serenity.  
Faith suddenly gleams over the horizon, "Hi Son"
"Hi Sun.  I see you glowing keeping everything flowing.  
Knowing you're watching over me feels healthier
than taking potion.  
Thank you for letting me be at ease with my uncertainty.  
Clouds part, allowing light right through, perfectly
Learning to lessen the level of fear
by looking at self by way of Mirrors,
reflecting back at different angles with messages so moving.
Here we are, allllright, and all one.  
Hands in the shared air, have fun, no need to run.  
Prepare to open to a sea of signs that will stun.
Soak in love of present feeling, heart in sync with mother earth.  
I must say I'm very gracious to have been acquainted with life in this corner of the youniverse.

Breathe in
Breathe out
Work hard
Party harder
Talk sweet
Make love
Forgive
Forget
Bear a little
Then fight back
Have some remorse
But have no regrets
Sing like no one's listening
Dance like no one's watching
Enjoy like there's no tomorrow
Be a little serious once in a while
Envy but don't copy
Don't hope to get lucky
Make your own luck
Never give up
Always be optimistic
Take some risks
Be bold in your choices
Help a needy person
Fall in love
Be strong in the face of adversity
You are best friend
You are your worst enemy...
...Rest are mere hallucinations
Have passion
Don't let it overcome you
Don't try to force respect...
...Earn it
Travel around
Read
Try new recipes
Fall
And then get right back up
Get in touch with your darker side
Have the yearning for learning
Dream big
Almost everything is possible
You just gotta think it first
Don't do one-night stands...
...Do breakfast,lunch and dinner for an eternity
While on Earth....give your best in every single thing you do
Rest of the stuff will take care of itself

Floating images
A submerged memory
Constrained thoughts
Emotions running deep
A secret exposed
A kiss shared with that someone special
Planning vengeance
Seeking love
The first drop of rain falling upon ur skin....trickling down ur body....almost teasing u
The powerful voice of an opera singer
The bitter taste of hatred
The sweetness of sympathy
A clear conscience
A feeling of guilt
Feeling ashamed
Feeling proud
The fight left within u when ur down and out
Ur aging physicality
Ur aching soul
The first gift u ever received
The first scolding u ever got
Ur ultimated moment of glory
Cracks in ur armour
Signs of desperation
Learning to accept rejection
Taking responsibility
Taking ur issues head on
Feeling proud of ur life
Knowing ur limitations
Fighting for ur rights
Buckling down under pressure
Creating ur own identity among a crowd of over 7 billion
Fading away into darkness
Shining like a bright star
Smiling away at ur problems
Shedding tears of joy
Cherishing those fantastic memories
Deleting those awful ones
Living ur dreams
Sacrificing ur hopes
Falling to pieces
Rising like a phoenix from the ashes
Partying all night
Coming home sober
Fighting till the very end
Quitting at the first sign of failure
From being a talker to a doer
From being a listener to a speaker
From an ordinary citizen to a leader
From a lover to a husband
From a husband to a father
Learning to give
Having an argument
Trying to reconcile the next day
Taking the credit for ur success
Being brave enough to admit ur mistakes and take responsibility for ur failures
A day to remember
A day to forget
Keep calm and combat the problems

The day but for evening is pleasing
the evening is out on its own,
but it comes with a pardon
and a ten dollar *******,

sometimes it's time to go home.

5...

4...

3...

2...

1... lets go

Tick Tock tick Tock, time can be a blur, we all need to enjoy each minute, each second that much I can concur, before I go on I apologize if my words are a slur..

Live life to the fullest, reduce any regrets you have, evolve be  your best version, yes i know it can be quite a hard conversion , at all times be yourself, for long life keep good health...

Random this poem may be, words that I have typed most likely overused used, but yet the action of the words underused, all in all make sure to smile, to laugh, to once in a while have a bath, conquer your desire, always reach higher, the next generation try to inspire, show them that incandescent fire, that they will definitely require and at the end of all that don't overwork, in essence retire...

WANTED:
one poet!
garret trained,
impractical in many ways,
scatterbrained, dark, mysterious.
and lovelorn.
must be at the very least lovesick.
not adverse to occasional starving and bouts of woe.
even able to adapt to living
in a continual cycle of manic depressive flux.
able to overcome writer's block...
and worse!....word drought
able to converse in both, straight and rhymed verse.
desirable; an understanding of
freeflow and rap
must have ability to write,
day as night and night as
day
must work for minimal pay,
read: mostly zero $$.
just occasional compliments.
should be able to empathise.
and in a position to consider (as a carreer pathway)
attempted suicide.
applications by way of
verse
can be sent to the reader
via the internet eather
and will be read of course
but be warned the reader
is fickle and may not deign
to reply...

hallmark cardwriters need not
apply

Straight gigglin' over how funny life is 😄

Past life ish, that one GaGa succubus,
the world is a stage, we all write this script.
1st learn to play with the shadows of your subconscious
Lucid, I heard the shot - you missed with movement too quick👌
Still learning to astral project so I can vanish, no tricks..but I'll be back i promise, to lift others and pay proper homage to the true soul adventurers of our time - where y'all at? Never mind I see you - sublime, climbing up the 33 vertebrae of the spine, I'll meet you at the top, only one stop for the Divine 😘💓