little fragile creature
broken and empty
your crying again
you're so **** silly

little skinny girl
why don't you eat?
you're starving again
food is what you need

little baby me
why are you here
you should have been dead
no one would waste a tear

In a different place and a different time
I'd find your smile, that pale soft face
The cold hard truth is, I'd follow you down
To the ends of this world, to the end of my rope
I'm all for serious, I'm funny but this my dear is no joke
I'd hold your hand the whole way just to hear you say you need me

Where have you gone, where do you go
In the nights and hours I need you the most
Nobody cares and nobody knows
But to me you're nothing more than a ghost

I Promise I won't say a thing
Just come sit, let me push you on the swing
Share a laugh or two once more
Stay out late, use the back door

We could venture the night, brave our hardships
Solve all our problems with a little hard work
We can work it all out, there's no doubt about it

i have a litte tortoise and is name his fred
he lives in my garden underneath the shed
when the sun comes out he comes out to play
happy and content as he plays away.

he roams around the garden looking for a treat
for a tasty lettuce leaf thats what he loves to eat
he just takes is time walking round so slow
then when he gets tired back to the shed he goes

climbing underneath to his little bed
where its nice and cool underneath the shed

Just off Highway 95

On the east side of the road

Sits a monolithic diner

Where the truckers all reload

The food's great and there's plenty

And the place is really clean

But the real reason they stop here

Is the Truck Stop Beauty Queen

She's a five foot 5 inch dynamo

A former Miss Biloxi Belle

She's a pepperpot of moxie

And a spirit you can't quell

Her hair's piled high upon her head

It's a blonde come from a bottle

Her attitude is bottle brewed

Her skin is slightly mottled

She holds court in the corner

At a little table in the back

She's telling stories to all who'll listen

And she's always talking smack

She talks about the drivers

All the people that she's seen

She's a former Miss Biloxi Belle

She's The Truckstop Beauty Queen

She used to wait the tables

Worked the till a little too

When a talent scout from Georgia

Took her back in fifty two

He sweet talked her like no one

That this girl had ever seen

He promised her the world that day

He'd put her on the silver screen

She left home in the dead of night

She left a note upon the car

You're better off without me here

And I'm better off by far

She was off to find her fortune

With her new man by her side

But by the time she reached Atlanta

She knew she'd been taken for a ride

She found out there was no future

He had no contacts, not a chance

There would be no movie stardom

She would not get to dance

She left but stayed in Georgia

She would build herself a life

She would make herself a winner

She would never be a wife

She took work in a small diner

And at night she hit the books

She was gonna help the others

Who'd be lied to for their looks

By sixty three she reached her goal

They called her to the bar

She was now  a full fledged lawyer

Could it be she'd come this far

She was adopted in Port Huron

Foster homes were all she knew

She made her mind up early

She would be one of the few

Who made it on her own accord

She would find a ticket out

Then one day in walked that stranger

That god ****** talent scout

She retired in the nineties

Though she will not say just when

And the day that she retired

She moved home to Michigan

She had no one there to meet her

When she came back home in June

She would keep her past a secret

She would sing a different tune

For she left to find her fortune

On the big old silver screen

She would come back home a winner

She would come back home a queen

She bought the little diner

On the side of ninety five

And by working there three days a week

She somehow came alive

She created little stories

Of a past she'd never had

She talked of her dear mother

And her tall,distinguished dad

The drivers loved to hear her

Tell her tales when they were by

And not one of then discovered

That her stories were all lies

She wouldn't ever mention

How she lived her life before

She would tell them just a litte

And she wouldn't say much more

She told tales of things of wonder

And of places that she'd been

And at one point she told how

She was a one time beauty queen

Now, we know that never happened

It was something in her mind

It was the reason that she left here

It was the dream she wouldn't find

But the drivers never questioned

And the diners loved the place

They came in all the time

To hear the stories, see her face

The diner was a gigantic

And three days a week t'was full

As they came to hear her stories

That they never knew were bull

The one they loved to hear

And the one she loved to tell

Was how that one day back in Georgia

She was the Miss Biloxi Belle

No one knew that she was lying

She was the best that had never been

But to all those at the diner

She was the Truckstop Beauty Queen

It's a life that never happened

Except for a few bits in between

It's the tale of Dinah Mussberg

The Truckstop Beauty Queen

Run little wolf, do not be afraid
this world belongs to who
pay the price to remain untamed

if you get lost, do not be ashamed
push on and keep your north true
run little wolf, do not be afraid

as hunger strikes, remember the game
the weak will always be food
pay the price to remain untamed

howl out loud until your voice fades
watch as your pack comes to
run little wolf, do not be afraid

no matter the threat don't stay in the shade
stand and face it no matter how few
pay the price to remain untamed

when death draws near, never pass blame
he comes for us all and your time is due
run little wolf, do not be afraid
pay the price to remain untamed

Little heaven 
Little homeliness 
Little money
Little loneliness 

Little me 
Little you
Little time 
Little clue 

Little life 
Litte sleep 
Little love
For me to keep 

Little point 
Little reason 
Little love 
But I'm still squeezin

I'm still trying
Don't know why
If its not me
It leaves or dies

Little time
Little place 
falling behind 
Pick up the pace 

Who to have
Who to choose
Little me 
Without the You

Little me 
Without the you
Little time 
Little clue

Little reason
Little place 
Life is wheezin
After the race 

Life is long 
Life is short
Life is wrong
Life will hurt

Life will last 
Forever for me
Cause life wont end
A lock with no key

Life won't end 
Till I seize to see

Life won't end
Till I end me.

Life won't end 
Until life leaves me

two little daffodils sat up on a hill
standing there so proudly standing very still
with there yellow flowers standing out so bright
underneath the sun sending out the light.

surrounded by the grass growing all around
with there long green stork protruding from the ground
they looked very beautiful such a lovely thing
standing there so pretty to let us know its spring

One on a reservation.
One on a plantation.
Many placed in concentration.
Sometimes you must question's the decision making.
One held back by laws.
One mistreated like the treaties never were signed.
Sometimes you must ponder the decision's making.

One treated by cowards with a Swatiska.
Only to see them run when the Allies came after them.
Others placed in camps within their native land.
Which were the Asians.
Although they were born Americans.

One group salute the litte dictator.
They still hoping for the days of segregation.
What was?
Will never be.
So, they essentially living out a dream.

What rights one group has achieved?
Was fought for down through the centuries.
But still we are America.
There's no better place to be.

I guess that's why others loves to come here.
Where else can you profess to truly be free?
Oh, we have those that claims we're stepping on their rights.

But, they must take this in account.
Only in America can you voice your views.
Without disappearing like you were a distant dream.

People says, we shouldn't live in the past.
Just notice when it's theirs the way they edit it down.
We see this when we visit many museums.

An American view point seems lost in articles.
Because , we're afraid to knowledge.
We kins to many  people with a different race.

This we can't compare to lost without a trace.

i am from waiting rooms
from linoleum floors and iv cords
i am from sirens
(they scream in the front yard
as loud as my mother)
i am from my father's sickness
an eight year old adult
i learned to care for everyone
but myself

i am from mixed drinks and four counts
from nights as blurred as her vision
i am from all the words she won't remember
and the way they distort my self image
from too much responsibility
i am from the mothers day cards
my litte sister addresses to me

i am from my only Florida home
avocados and iced tea
from shared stories in the back yard
the boy i loved, who broke my heart

in my closet there was a cardboard box
filled with skeletons and secrets
a mix of different memories
to never forget what built me
i am from those moments
the calm, the chaos
the lovely life i lived

s.s

little steps,
they bring me backward.
By little steps
the moments we absorb
slowly pad
to the back of my mind –
-nobody sees
the windows are blurry.
They tamper with the lock on the door like thieves.
But why?
It is so cold outside –
keep it closed.
I fear strangers –
they bloom everywhere (here and there)
And I want to stay home
forever.
The world’s name I have lost
the tongue is foreign to me.
What did I call you?
this heart has extra strings
why do I care?
And the mind deceives –
where did everyone go?
I thought I locked the door –
click.
little steps, they bring me backward
they bring me backward

home?

Sorrows of the past,
litte scatters think out fast.
I really am a rapper,
my lips blow out what matter,
happy make you sadder,
feal you up to climb this latter,
as a quick word just wanna be heard
know whats left so we take you down the right turn,
if you wanna talk **** I feal ya on a real burn,
If you gonna be true,
you sure gonna be seen through.
don't believe free?
what ever go deceive me,.
young at heart with that tid of stupity,
bein flung takin risks, Makin tunes tradin disks.
hear my bass nd my boom melted face is in the room,
Mmmm...!! Shiiiit ;)
Jesse  *Mckush

I was in a sombre mood
I went outside, my nerves to soothe
Guess I had been sitting to long, to still
For a little bird flew down, set at my heel
This litte bird was so sweet
He started to tweet
He sang me a song
It was kinda long
But I slowly move
To his little grove
That bird made my day
He made me smile before he flew away
Miracles happen all the time
Missing the small ones is a crime

captured in the psych ward ——  a strange word——— something to do with bludger



today ron has his hands full when a person came after tying an 11 year old boy to the toilet

and he started to get these weird voices in his head, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it,

you see his youth wasn’t bad, there was a bit of teasing but his parents think the teasing could’ve

been the reason why he did the crime, you see his brother said, be a oh ledger, which made no

fucken sense, and it could be a strange name because he didn’t want his sibling to be labelled a

pheadphile, and ron was talking to him asking him, why did you attack that child and he said

because i wanted him to suffer for what my school mates were doing to me, you see my school mates

are calling me a ole ledger, which makes no sense, and ron said, maybe they are calling you that, because

they feel guilty calling you a phedaphile, or they prefer to not call a mate a phedaphile, and then ron said

or maybe they are saying young bludger or a dole bludger because you look lazy to me, and then the man got

up and said, i am a bit of a bludger, but i am not a dole bludger, i want to work, but most of the jobs i like to do

are jobs that this crime would stop me from doing, and charlie chaplin came up to the man and said, charlie’s my name

what is yours and he said, kidnapper bill, you see i kidnapped a kid named bill, and now i am in here, being called

a oh ludger, and charlie said, they are calling you what, and he said a oh ludger, you see i was getting teased all my life

and i took out revenge on them by destroying the life of a litte kid, and ron said, do you think you should tell very many people

because charlie will tell and it could make your time in here uncomfortable and he said, i can handle it, and he said, like when

i grabbed that kid, i felt good, i was just about to make the past leave my mind, because those teasers were horrible to me

and then ron said ok they called you a oh ludger, which makes no sense, why the devil was that word in your head because

it is not a word in the english language, and then the child molestor said, my name is gordon mcllumsy, and i am 23 years old

and i have been getting teased all my life, and my brother peter mclumsy is calling me a oh ludger, because he wanted to

keep it from our father that he thought i was a pheadphile, i don’t believe in having *** with a kid, i just tied him up and threaten him

if he tells the cops, well obviously he did, and he’ll pay for it, and pete, my brother said, your a oh ludger, and since that day my mind

was so messed up, i thought he was treating me like a family person, or a dole bludger or a young bludger, but now you guys have

arrested me, the voice has stopped but pete came the other day, and i heard the words oh ludger come out of his mouth

and i hear those words 25 times in one day, i am trying to relax in here but the voice of my brother says you are a oh ludger, oh ludger

and i told him, yeah a dole bludger or a young bludger or maybe even a sports watcher, because gordon was watching the sport when

that voice became clearer, and he had hallucinations of his mates at school saying, your getting teased gordon, we tried to push you over

the edge and now you are getting teased and ron said ok, and when these kids teased you, what did they say, and gordon said, they went yeah mate

to me every time i did family stuff, like play footy or cricket, or even when we played boardgames, and gordon hated that, screaming out

LEAVE ME THE **** ALONE, I AM A FAMILY PERSON, and this happened every day for gordon, and most of the time it wasn’t just yeah mate

sometimes, bullies would pick on him, by jabbing pocket knives into his neck or gut, or jabbing ball point pens onto his ***** and gordon said

LEAVE ME THE **** ALONE, I AM A FAMILY PERSON, and the head bully of the school locked gordon in the school store room, saying

you will be here overnight, **** and gordon wanted to get out, and eventually a teacher let him go, and then gordon told rob, i wanted revenge

on these bullies, and this kid got in my way, and since that day, i heard the voices, oh ludger coming out of my brother and mates, and i thought

this meant nothing, and gordon still thought they meant dole kludgier, sports watcher or young bludger, but gordon thought pete was a real little

smart alek and needed to be taught a very big lesson, because gordon isn’t really a pheadaphile, he was just bullied around at school by stupid

jealous school kids and ron thought straight away that gordon needs medication to calm his mind, so he chose 300 mils largactil at night and

200 mills serenace in the morning, and ron thought with talk therapy, this should work, so he gave him his first dose of serenade, and he was still

hearing the words oh ludger, which could’ve meant sports watcher or dole bludger or young bludger or even a special name so pete and gordon’s parents

don’t find out that pete was treating gordon like a family person, and gordon was walking around yelling with words saying, i am not a pheadaphile, please

stop treating me like a phedaphile and gordon yelled at anyone who looked at him when they watched the news which made ron come out and try

and settle him down, gordon said, stop treating me like a little kid, I AM A RUN OF THE MILL, HEAVY DUTY MAN, dudes, and then gordon goes to his room

and then hears the words oh ludger, don’t be a yeah mate yeah kid, gordon, be a oh ludger, which means nothing to gordon and gordon yelled out

LEAVE ME ALONE YA ****, I AM NOT A OH LUDGER, i could be a dole bludger or a sports watcher, or a young bludger, but i am not a phedaphile

that kid had it f..n coming and i don’t deserve being captured in ron’s psych ward, being shoved on any medications, i want the best, f..n rupert and

then the order forms came out for lunch and dinner and gordon ordered his meals and went to his room yelling at his voices calling him a oh ludger

and gordon said, LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE, then ron, who was terribly worried about gordon gave him 2 values and said just relax because you

are causing people to complain about you, and the ****** sent gordon off to sleep till his family, including pete came to visit him and gordon told his parents

to stay, but pete had to go, because, he can hear oh ludger coming from his teasing voice which forced me to being a kidnapper, dudes and ron thought

that maybe his parents need to understand what medication gordon is on and that he hears voices of pete calling him a oh ludger which could be a dole bludger

or a sportswatcher or a young bludger or a fancy way that pete says he is a pheadaphile, to make make you feel great, and we put gordon on largactil and

serenace to control his urges to abduct children, apparently he was taking revenge on kids at his school and then gordon spent 2 hours with his parents

and his parents left, and it was almost dinner time and gordon went out to the dinner table and at dinner time, gordon got what he ordered, fish and chips

and vegetables with a orange juice and a chocolate mousse and after dinner ron gave gordon his largactil and gordon went to his room, missed supper

because he was having a big sleep, where he awoke at 5 am, and he went out to the dining room to wait for 2 hours for breakfast and medications, but

he told the nurses he had a dream about being burnt at a stake, because he remembered being treated like an old witch when he was 13 and when ron

came after his lovely time at home with pizza and sleeping on the couch, turned up at the hdu to give the patients the morning medications and ron

asked gordon, are you still hearing old ludger and gordon said, yeah, i f..n am and i started by thinking they were treating me like a sports watcher as

i was watching the tennis last night, but i fell asleep, and gordon still doesn’t understand what old ludger actually meant and then lunch came with

gordon yelling at his voices so loudly and then afternoon tea, with gordon having 3 pieces of the cake and then dinner came, and gordon started hearing

voices in ron and the nurses, and that started driving him completely nuts, and gordon told ron, and ron decided to give him more serenace and start

by trialling eppelim on him to be taken at lunch time to reduce the voices he hears and then dinner came and gordon ate his dinner and then ron brought

around the nightly medications and then ron clocked off and bought lunch at his favourite cafe and went home and watched greys anatomy and fell asleep

on the couch, while gordon was still bothered by the word old ludger, but it was calming slowly but surely.

Sorrows of the past,
litte scatters think out fast.
I really am a rapper,
my lips blow out what matter,
happy make you sadder,
feal you up to climb this latter,
as a quick word just wanna be heard
know whats left so we take you down the right turn,
if you wanna talk **** I feal ya on a real burn,
If you gonna be true,
you sure gonna be seen through.
don't believe free?
what ever go deceive me,.
young at heart with that tid of stupity,
bein flung takin risks, Makin tunes tradin disks.
hear my bass nd my boom melted face is in the room,
Mmmm...!! Shiiiit ;)
Jesse   *Mckush

If someone ripped me
-just as you did foresee-
in tiny litte pieces
and my sense increases

You'll be there
to get me out of the affair
and find every little piece
so I won't decease

If someone ripped me in tiny litte pieces
painfully the face creases
you'll make sure my mind releases
my heart, my soul, my sense deceases

Then you'll stick me together
make my heart light as a feather
my whole self feel better
with you I won't shatter

I like how I made this hidden little account that nobody knows about just so I could actually share some real real thoughts every once in a while and be completely free of worrying that some ******* I know might see and make fun of me.
And all of my poems end up being cute little cheesy litte sappy litte poems about youuuu.
I like to call you "My love"

She kept a list of her lovers
in her desk drawer
the one that locked.
The one that held her secrets.

The list totaled seventeen.
Not bad she rationalised.
For a forty year old woman
divorced for three years.

she had watched tv dramas
women in her position
had barhopped to fifty lovers
in a year.
but not her.

They ranged from
lovers she needed
lovers she wanted
to lovers who
could not pass from
one night to the other.

But the new neighbor
was different.
he had a daughter
twelve or so.
She had dropped a bag
of groceries the
eggs splatterered
he held her close
saying shushhh honey
its ok.
kissing her hair
Keeping her safe
and comforted.

Her ex never did that.
An hour later he appeared
with two more
bags of grocery.

That night She felt him watching
her slip into her pool.
She felt his eyes on her.
He appeared with
a bottle of wine.
Can I join you he asked?
As he took his clothes off
and sat in the pool.
Only if you dont take this
the wrong way she smiled.

He slipped naked
in the blue water.
He looked fit and tanned.
As he slipped out of the water
he looked into her eyes
and said you have
beautiful breast.

Blushing she closed her robe.
Do you get lonely he asked.?
Yes sometimes.
I do too he whispered.
Are you lonely now
Yes she said.

three years later

They laughed as
their little baby girl
joined the other children
in the pool.

Swimming for the first time
her new baby laughed.
She looked at him holding
the child so safe,
He was so safe so warm.
So much what she needed.

He reached for her hand.
she felt his solid grip.
I love you my sweetheart
he said.
she smiled
and said back
not as much as I love you honey.

As he picked up their litte girl
she joined in
I love you too
daddy she whispered.

As a tear of joy
flowed softly
down her face.

I want to call my heart my own
But you still live there
You may not know but tendrils,
Snaking litte tentacles of you
Still slither and twine
Twist writhe and caress my heart
With their sandpaper skin
And I don't know
How to end their presence
I want them to leave
Or to allow them full access
But they are too content to change
Serpents of your last affections and
Eels of your looks
Why won't they swim back into the ocean
Or slide down a hole?
Leave me and return no more!
Or bring your owner forth,
Coax your master closer
That we may talk

little bobby badger he just loved to roam
never settled down never had a home
he roamed every place  travelled here and there
looking for adventure each and every where.

oneday on his travels he heard a funny sound
it was very loud beneath the uderground
badger started digging to find out what was wrong
badger used his claws so very sharp and strong

there benath the soil he found a litte mole
poor chap was stuck poor little soul
dont worry said the badger just hang on to me
i will pull you out.then you will be free

badger he saved mole he had saved the day
mole he thanked the badger and went along his way
badger he was happy a hero now was he
remembers to this day the mole that he set free

Smoke a little
**** a litte
Keep a little
Give a little
Love more

Sand falls from hands
Because that is not what they are meant to hold
Hands grasp chests
Because that is the natural magnet
Hands hold hands
Because they’re fitted for each other
Four fingers just in case
But one thumb per hand
Because there’s really only one
Two hands
Because everyone deserves a second chance.

Though you are troubled,
do not  be defeated by this plight,
for even the birds sometimes sing,
in the deepest, darkest of nights,

There is a song of hope,
even in the absence of light,
when the world seems its darkest,
is when dreams take flight,

For when you are tired,
down and careworn,
in the core of your mind,
budding new thoughts will form,

They will relieve you of your worries,
your doubts and your fears,
A new day will arrive,
and dry out your tears,

And as the new day is born,
and the night fully passes,
your torn, tattered spirit,
will rise from the ashes,

Strong and eduring,
new trials will appear,
but now you know
never to fear,

For there is a litte phoenix in all of us

Love is complicated,
somewhat like a seed,
with out the proper nutrients,
that plant won't grow and breed!
I want to be your soil,
free of all the weeds,
I want to be your sun and rain,
without impurities.
I pray someday I'll have it,
Someday I will see,
time is all I'll ever have,
to plant my litte tree!

Have you heard of the Slender Man?
He loves the fog covered streets
Fog so heavy and thick
He loves the dark woods
So easy to watch the Children

When little boys and girls
Tell mommy and daddy about the man
In his suit
Long arms and legs
That grow and wrap around
And squeeze and pull into darkness
They laugh and say "go to sleep"
But he is waiting in the dark
A dark shadow faceless
Watching us sleep
I know so soon it will come inside
and take us

Marble Hornet


He is there
Watching the little boys and litte girls
Just out of sight
Faceless
You never notice him before
But it goes without saying that
Now you will see him
and
Believe Me

Hope that you never see him

Isn't it crazy how things just change in a flash?
Kinda like when you wake up in a hospital,
finding out you were hit by a drunk driver in a car crash.
You begin to break down, little by litte.

You start to question things,
feeling like you don't know who you are,
going through random flings,
wondering how the **** did everything get so bizarre.

But then life picks up and you begin to look up,
finding yourself and loving yourself over the negatives.
excited that everything is going right side up,
like you're life is suddenly a prerogative.

That is what makes healing so appealing.
Feeling yourself grow stronger.
Standing up tall, no longer kneeling.
That is what makes you live longer.

I've never known, we'll be strong,
and keep on along
Little by litte, we've known
and I hope you'll gonna be my own
to be your only wife
and to be with you for life



11/20/15

Just another soft spot to bump a thump for a thud that this time finally, proudly could be the long awaited announcement I'd been searching for.  

A deep and heavy voice boomed in reply, "I am Hollow, how's all abouts the Do for you today my dear?"
I was slightly taken aback by the fine display of manners.
"Oh,me oh my! So deeply obliged, you took a stop with a thought to ask so when I say, don't act surprised."

Since I surely had indeed been the party calling person, I'd better fancy making proper telling of my Name. But before I did me muster up some suiting gumption for a gab , I heard the haunting husk of a raspy kind of gasp, it was Hollow keen to ask me, "have You come about the Shaft?"

I excitedly replied,  "I've been busy bumping thumping thuds all across the Land hoping I would hear a hollow kind of thud coming from the Desert Sands."
But, oh my goodness if I truly thumped my thud in the mud, I wondered must I then descend down that deeply dark and doozy kind of danger way below?

Then it appeared out of nowhere!! I had the Magic Answer in a sing along song with a pocket tight rhythm gots me dancing and a'singing, "There's a piece of a part of the seat of my soul that's awaiting my return at the bottom of this hole. And as I do recall, it was surely you with your haunting Hollow tune and endless droning echo that reverberated my vertebrae so long ago, and so much so that I lost a litte piece of my Soul."

With one final question that I had left to pop, "Is it still with you at the bottom of that drop?? Cause, I've got a grand idea that will bring It to the top. It's a funky fly vibration called Acoustic Levitation!!"

So, I cheered up and down as I swung myself around in a turn to tell to Hollow, "When you kindly wind your voice up the scale from lowest note to high, then my piece of soul will riseth, it will hear my gladdened cry."
It shall float atop the soul note that IS perfectly wrote just for me and my Soul's harmony. It's been such the perfect ending, All's happy and together, at last finally!!!!!!

So never stop bumping for the thump and the thud that is you cause it's really out there somewhere and it's asking, what to do!!!!

Cold sweats and cuss words
Body weakened and defeated
To long for something that you dont want
To desire a quick death
My head, rings louder than a mobile phone during sunday service.
Stress seriously stirs within my day.
My will disintergrating litte by little,
I will fall
But I refused to break
Everyday, every step, every breath
a test against my myself
I wont give in,
I wont give up.

You litte ******
Dont question  me
You little ******
Try to fight back at me!
You little ******
Get mad
Get ******!
Little  ******
Get up
Hurry  your fat *** up!
You little  ******
Clean your ******* blood off the floor
You little ******
Dont act like it hurts
You little  ******
You dont have a right  to feel sad
You little ******
Dont stare at me with your ugly ***
You little  ******
Im gonna ****  ya'
You little ******
Lets go out back
You little ******
Be lucky thats all you got
You little ******
Stop your crying
You little ******
Get up! Come on! Now!
You little ******
There aint no one to save you
You little ******
Get out of my sight
-
All things  my lovely father has said

The colored spectacular
is slowly blowing away
The litte black birds
are migrating back
and forth looking
like little, black butterflies
swerving and flocking
scattering on front lawns
in tune with me as I
notice the beauty of
nature as always...
I breathe in the
invigorating
morning air and
daydream that I
am a bird with a flock
to join - but I am actually,
the flock being me
bonding with everyone
I meet in some way
no matter what our
differences may be
We're all one flock
of birds
circulating, streaming
forth in our lives
under the illustrious
light in our eyes
showing us the world
in the moment
trying our best to
live together
but light as air
and free as the birds
as we fly through
the fluid universe
the airy sky being
the wholeness
of life...

You know its just...
                                   ah-ah
a litte crush...
                        ah-ah
it's nothing much!!

don't think too much about it!!

It's just my heart...
                                 oh-oh
that's on the line...
                                 oh-no
we're out of time!!

I thought too much about it!!

And all the tears...
                                 whoa-oh
Inspired fears...
                            whoa-oh
in a few years,

You won't even know me!!

And I...
              ah-huh
will somehow try...
                                   ah-huh
before I die,

to learn to laugh without you...

here!!