love is a thorn
sharp and crisp
a bed broken glass
to walk upon
without
joy nor bliss
while
love stings
the heart

what are
the
words
written
upon
the pages of
the clouds
that make
the
sweet rain
sing out loud

hey
my name is
Frederick Jumbo MacWillie
and
i'm just sitting
up here
rollin' on the river
near the banks of
the
Great Mississippi River
and
witnessing a glorious
banana yellow cockatoo sunrise

zip
zigzag
zippity do dah
zippity aye  
bang...pop...wee!
plenty of sunshine
what a wonderful day

a big scoop of
German chocolate ice cream
just
dangling
on top of
a crunchy ice cream cone
with
lots of sprinkles
red blue and green
kids know
what to do

even
though
her
eyes and nose
covered
by
the
thick paintbrush coat of black night
rest assured exposed
a wide wild luscious broad banana yellow
quarter moon cheshire cat smile

we
witness
the
pink ash rose
colored wings of
the
lunar blue songbird
thus
sprinkled
with
soft blue moonlight

eventually
said
the clouds
we don't
pray for the rain
but
we
do strange things
sometimes
we
wonder out loud
when
we
laugh and giggle
like
a bowl full of green jello
with
a wiggle
about
a silly little storm

land hoy
homeward bound
quest
what we've found
only
pinocchio
knows that
a real boy can fly

only
through
the
jett black
marble eyes of
the
raven
where
we find
the  open
door of chances

oh
love
the
silent bridge
that
we
have cross
but
love
the
hurt and pain
that
we have lost
oh
love
we pay the cost

in
what way
is
the
ice cream moon
covered with
red licorice sticks
made of
red strawberries
bang zoom pop wee
and gobble glee
away we go
fernando
its so dandy
when
the moon
taste like candy

we
are the
gray ghost of
a  giant storm
with
revolving hands
like a hurricane
in
a starling swarm

if
we squint
our
eyes real tight
thy
soul shall not whisper
but
see His light

hey
everybody and young billy bob
overthere in them billy jeans
i
just woke up
this
morning
looked up in
the
sky blue mirror
i
see an image of
a **** old gray hair billy goat
chewing on some maple oats and hay
and
just right about then
i've been kicked
in the rear end
some people say- rear posterior
by
some crazy *******
from
another county
way over yonder there
from Glendale County
you know what
i
should've never looked
at myself in
that ****
crazy *** mirror
this morning
you know what
chicken ****
hey i just got hog ******* again
oh well

what
evening somber light
we venture out
at night
into
the
sea of cassiopeia
what noble
sunset scent of orange light

lord
i
only
stepped upon
thy sword of faith
but
my heart
beat warm
but
i didn't break
any of my flesh
upon
the
great battlefield of glory
thus
i pick up my sword of faith
and
continued to
swing it with grace
through
atmosphere
my sword of faith
landed
upon the
Holy War
across the Red  Sea

lord
all it takes
for us to know
with
the
crack of the
vicious wipe
entangled
with
sharp razor blades
just
one hardy bow
to
break the naked backs of
captured Africans
with
their hands tied to a tree
shall
break the spirit
and
the soul of
the
Black Man
that
we
shall know
his true
African name

oh
what
fossil eyes envisionment of
the
Neanderthals
gazing out
at
the cosmos
wondering
if
there is a God
and
should we
worship the sun

through
mercy and compassion of
our lord
who
has endowed me
with
special talents
a gift
received through God
for
all to see
and
become
the vessel
thus
i spread my wings
to serve
the
almighty
forever and ever
obey the will of God

we
both
ran up the hill
as fast as we could
up the hill
with
our tiny leg
going clickety clack
taking fresh air
inside of our lungs
we
both
ran up the hill
while
summer stood still

nested between
the branches of
the
young sycamore tree
never to be uproot
from thee again
everlasting
but
only
to bring glory and praises to thee
lord almighty
where
thy
humble faith does dwelleth

even
though
i've
painted
a perfect picture of
her
hours ago
but
her
haunted pastel eyes
wouldn't
let me go
jacqueline is her name
and
i
love her so

first so young
and
weary of love
now
so much
more mature
that
my
reward is
sacred love divine
so full of joy and light
thy spirit speaks
once more

even though
i've
traveled
all of the
dark wine sea
i shall
chase
all of the rainbows
for thee

even though
we
come and
we go
oh
love will let
me know
where
the spirit
shall go

curious
though
we've meet
each other
in
heaven's place
before
i am sure
and
still are
i've always
loved her
for sure
with
all of my
silent being

in
the
name of
the
holy spirit
again
captured
by
the
peppermint wind
uplift
thy wings

purple sandpipers
birds
are
the
sacred disciples of the sky

what
if
thy soul
a blue flame
captured
inside of
a jar of fireflies

what
is
the past
but
the
sight of autumn
at last
with
her bounty
pastel colored leaves
scattered
only
if
upon
the
quiet ground

if
i
recalled
the
scent of dawn
across
her
morning lips

jett black night
with
jack o -lantern moon
in sight
then
one shot of
Red Whiskey
by my side

free
falling
through
the
aspen trees
are
the sound of
wooden chimes

vanilla frosting
placed
upon
his hands
now
caught
inside of
the
cookie sheet pan
thus
around
the
Merry-go-round
we shall go
lickadeesplit  
cisboombam
hang on
guys and dolls
to
the
wobbly
hands of
the
gingerbread man
toot...toot
beep...beep

when
faith dwells
in
the
atmosphere
white
the
soul
breathing
its air

the
red tail hawk
with
black marble
eyes lock
upon
her frighten pray
while
setting designated coordinates
come what may
to
aerial acrobatics
jackknife then swandrives
through
the
thick cotton white clouds
thus
to capture her pray

oh
what
a lovely
tangerine orange tabby cat
with
her canary yellows eyes
pink candy cotton tongue
and
a broad candy red smile

way up yonder
them
redtail driftwoods
spinning
around and around
like a **** tornado
rapped inside of
a dust devil
just hang on
just
a little bit longer

yesterday's rain
going
through
the
green pines of
Jasmine Pine Valley
is
all that we need

the
sycamore tree
with
a halo of stars
over
her head

i
hoist
the
sails of glory
upon
these
gallant ships
upon
their voyage
to
the
dark wine sea

violet-backed starlings
know how
to
shepherd the sheep clouds
with
their
sprite wings

upon the
earth-like planet
quantum-ou814
the
wasp insect soldiers
parade in
their
full battle armor gear
swarm around
my
temple door
and
now
for sure
i
am a captured
prisoner of war

once
upon a midnight dreary
thus
i
heard the songbirds
laughing
and giggling
inside
the
dark of night

starlings perform
their
twisted jack knives
and
ariel swan dives,
with
a zoom swoop and a swish
through
thick tantalizing
cotton white clouds

what
do they know
when
the
purple roses
negotiate
their
trail through
the
bountiful
cotton white snow
towards
Mount Kilimanjaro

let
each songbird
take its turn
to
sing of glory to God
the almighty

faith
sings gently
to
a withered soul
but
if
we hold on
and
believe
faith
sings gently

oh
what sadness
flows
through
our hearts
when
kindness leaves too soon
and
somehow
we
don't understand
when
trap inside of
the
birdcaged hands
with
fear and doubt at hand
when
we
are left in the dark atmosphere
without
a spark to fluorous
but
still
no light nor joy
to endure
to touch our hearts
that endless sleep
we sing
then
to rest our weary heads
forevermore