Shannadoa, laquadesh. Batta-anna, mlick ka dek.

Philly fickle ******,
Nickle dime dash,
Dangle ****** bongle,
Bickle bockle bash,
Sunny sun sunshine,
Beady brain bright,
****** lovey Mondays,
Matthew mum might.

An echo is a picture
Captured in sound
Flicking for a minute
between rocks
In a geographical stutter
It winds, wends,
Wanes into whisper
Issues now etched.
A syllable symphony
of staggered sound
Jumps like light
Lingers into
A hush

Pitter patter, pitter patter
Not of rain it's my heart
When it showers it dreads their patter
My ears echo their patter
Long after they cease to pelt
Not even its breeze
Can give some peace

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Your beautiful heart has a tiny little hole
Goin’ b’bap-bim-boom boom-bap...b’bap
The mitral-valve-prolapsed leaky little hole
It goes ba-***-bap, bitty-bap, rat-ta tat tat

Instead of the traditional ba-dum, ba-dum
And aside from the fact that I like the beat
There’s another reason, baby, I like you, (yum)
Why I lay myself down at your ivory feet

It’s not because your heart sound like a drum
Or the fact your soul shines bright and true
It’s not just the *** tuh-tum tum tum
...It’s because I have a hole in my heart too

A handful of leaves
Smells just like Autumn.
The bits make me sneeze.
Cheew! Gaia's bottom!

Zoom
That was close.
Whoosh
Just past my ears.
I heard it whizz by.
Swoosh
Just about.
Nice try.
Zing*
Ha! You missed!
Just over my head.
Another word flew by.

Rawr went the dinosaur, or so I'm told, staring at a reality oh so col,d shaking mountains, shaking grounds, all reaching endless bounds, because what reality, what formality, because we don't know, what we don't see, so we'll never understand, this, reality

Boom went the dynamite, but it's too late for us to fight, down in the final round, not knowing who's going to bring us down, so let us stand, so let us lead, and maybe just maybe, we'll be the king and queen.

Tick-Tock, a turning clock, wound by fear, but filled with knots

Bouncing, boundless butterflies,
Bouncing in the balmy breeze,
Bouncing in the boundless skies,
Bounce between the brown-barked trees,
Bounce on by the bumble bees.

Buzzing, zipping bumble bees,
Buzzing in the zesty skies,
Buzzing in the zesty breeze,
Buzz into the butterflies—
Bumping—making butterbees.

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