#jibberish
how do you know
how can you tell
is it something you want
can you tell by the smell
are you willing to take on
a mission this vast
you have to be ready
you have to be fast
what is it really
why is it there
we really don't know
and really don't care
these words are just jibberish
and don't mean a thing
they're there for a reason
and that is word bling....
Brian Hill - 2020 # 93
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 6:19 PM UTC
My love only goes where the green grass grows,
always on the other side,
Well, yeah I'm jaded! What do you want me to do?
I'll jump around...
Through the shadow and the deep dark sea
through the blinding light of insanity
through the webs and the lies of mine
through the filiments of shattered time
through the categories of abstract space
through the waters of unearned grace
through the vortex and through the hoop
through the cortex and through the ****
through the ediface of a house of cards
through the door of a room full of bards
And when I finally find
what I'm jumping around for,
then I'll make me a pallet
upon the grassy floor
Share my water, and share my bread
Share the wine, share the
kind
Aaaannd share the pain inside my mind...
My love only goes where the green grass grows,
always on the other side...
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 12:45 AM UTC
.
Fazzy moams on wivvel crusts
carry jazms on flocked pavs.
Rinkulled witty over sark
unburcoaled plinks of bloo.
Serry nark are they cronking
and fillipas grapples in kloque.
Verx on spappled gurns are they
torting through gattering weems.
Fernol wend the schism klone
Glolling fast in clutty pawk.
Scenty flox drozzle by teas
Nisting on cowt rinnalled dawn.
Yurish casts of nash pigoon
stoz over hinty-hanty bynum.
When in merdeen lemp quimsy
dilly noff flyx and wempwarble.
For loofin under korots mingle
At the imtem tong fallop.
Shoozy bales of cremp deflate
and gwample rooks the plisties.
©Pagan Paul (22/06/16)
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 7:45 PM UTC
This is Mrs Unknown.
She likes to roam
the rainbow
at night
or in her dreams
And fly with her razor fingers
splayed like the falling stars
whos dust cascades
from the Heavens
into her fried egg eyes.
She likes to ballet
dance across the unwinding
circled junctions, like the moon, and
Sing song while her trainers jog
in rhythm to the bells and belts of starlight.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
I'm too plugged in
it's beautiful though
can't see myself
so i trust in you bro
don't want to die
but want to be
can't give in to
hospitality
eventually
the clouds move in
because you thought
now sinking within
please don't explain
'Cus i don't even know
but please tell so
the parts that show
my life mistakes
have taken me far
unknown i see
here i lay subpar
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC