also known as
noteworthy Trader Joe's patrons
bass sic lee did treble themselves
conducting taping jam session
assembling (boxing), compiling,
and hermetically sealing tight as a drum so,
a razor sharp machete blade got dull
trying to open in vain said holiday cheer
of awesome delicious goodies,
(especially the yummy

Inclement weather!

Rain it fills the pavement cracks
The street lamps glisten
down by the tracks.
A long black train,
like thunder roars.
Obscuring sirens
sounds of warning
The wind picks up.
The sky grows black.
All that’s left, the aftermath!

ism is not a prism
nor is it a prison
it's not established
until before it's finished

if all I knew were isms
I would more than likely
be solely alone and unlikely
like if I was into Marxism

which I am not however
so I say to those whomever
pull up your trousers and be aware
it's coming from over there

the diabolical aneurism
antidisestablishmentarianism

The glowing moon
exuding through the
midnight late hour at 3:00 am
across from the stage
in round glamorous.

carry in a self-reflection figure
behind the shadow chase
with a mysterious gaze
in a silent motion
of a moving pace.

I'd rather bleed over a mistake
Than mourn a choice I didn't make
Being unable to rewind the clock
Is better than never trying the lock

It's better to take a risk for your life's goal
Than sit and watch the fire burn out slow
Life is full of chances, they're worth the pain
Don't pass them by, they'll build your name

Take a risk on the curveball life's throwing
Don't spend your life in safety, never knowing

Soft grey winter twilight
Creeps slow down from the hill.
Carters, backs bowed, lead horses
Another day's toil fullfilled.

Plough traces sing in frosty air,
Hooves splash and plod through mud
Down lanes spread thick with icy slush
Past thatched roofs dark as blood.

A day free on the moro,
The day of our saviours birth,
A day free from hard toil
But for farmhands little mirth.

Spring's blanket of dew
upon the rolling green...
sparkling like diamonds
as the morning sun's rays
come seeking over the horizon.

Summer's curtain of mist
A fine haze outside my window...
A hint of movement in my garden
just beyond the terrace
a short squat gnome perhaps?

Autumn's turning of landscapes,
whisperings of lover's secrets.
A time for sighs and sweet kisses
long slow walks, by the lake holding hands,
passion's kindling becomes a bonfire.

What would you have done, if when we first met,
I’d said we would someday sleep with 3 small dogs,
as we do now? Would you have said thank you,
nice to meet you, have a nice life and ended our date?

Silly question, I suppose, knowing you now as I do.
I prefer to think you would have more likely said,
Just three? Let’s get a fourth as soon as possible!

“Did your sister’s dog, Sophie, ever sleep with you?”, I asked.

I wish a good sleep
But wish I cannot
For I'll tend to weep
When glancing at my clock

I see "3am"
But what should I do
When I'm not like them
Each night, I can't sleep through

The shadows grow large
My body grows weak
It's time to recharge
Hallucinations peak

'Cause at 3am
Zero souls insight
Craving sleep again
I'll never feel quite right

Throughout the night and everyday
nothing but a castaway.
Given to the dimming of lights,
no emotion left inside.
Only darkness which I hide.
Exiled to cages in my mind.
Do you see this painful ride?
The peace that will not seem to vibe.
The joy that just won’t come to life
In the end my circumstances,
won’t allow for second chances.
But I'll be here by your side
through thick and thin,
both day and night!