pipe cleaners

make me young again,
like i was long ago.
bring life into the dying soul
make the cliter clack of my yesterdays
the sound chiming mole
dig out and root up all the many dreams of gold.

make me vibrant again,
like i remember i was.
bring new rains to dry fields that can
grow grow grow.
the sound of new growth
brings laughter to my soul.

make me stay a wilder for ever
that i will never need to burn out
let me know, now in this moment
I chose to fight my way out!
I will not lay down
and take the coming tide,
I will move forward with power and stride
Oh my little fuzzy friend,
I promises its true,
Its sad it took me so long to remember you.

fire ready aim, the yellow morning

Be like the yellow lit morning in my mind
cream and cool my life
mix and stir making love an aromatic memorie
come to the morning dew,
kiss sweet a new the dandelion fields
of a checkered Cheshire cat.

riddle me 1000 probabilities
and i will solve out the 1000 ways
to gasp...
for life...
as i dive deep into a world which has not been.

rattled in tattled in yesterdays sin
i wait on the coming sun
which promises to make all the roses cry
in the bitter after frost of sensation.
fire, aim, ready
for this new life
for these brief moments
for all that will ever matter in this,
12 seconds of bliss.

run into the open arms of the long seconds of tomorrow
i will have you,
and you will have me.
and in the ever flowing chaos that is life,
be tomorrow for me tonight
and i will thank you.
kiss me gently,
and i will give you all the passion burning n my skin...
be for me the yellow lit morning and i will rise to meet you.

brownies from heaven and cookies from hell

like the yester-days-morrow,
kiss and kick me into the shapes of a man,
so i can love you my dearest song.
Build me for the wars to come
sing me for times to go
Charging over unsated dandelion fields.
I will love you,
My Sacred Goddess,
my forever moon and the tide who comes.
This place is so built of key strokes
and C litter clatter I can no more find the paths that Ive lost
And So no more can I be near you.
and time will come and pass as it goes
we will age and tell war story's of our forgotten woes
I will say one day i till take up again
the treasure fof my heart, the sword who slew them
all the things you were
And the things you dreamed,
The beatnik butter cups
And the dandelion savages
The raving bluebells
And the troll sunflowers
The wild tiger lilies
All come and gone before through you.
Lay down then at this Shrine Goddess and Song,
There is not end.
There is no other world
There is no heavens
There Is no choice….
I can not, not chose to not be Wrong.

16 words: from martin and shin

be as the BAT
perched there on the PILLAR of my youth
SPIKE and prod my heart
for FRIENDSHIP
EARWAX coded candle flames
nip and prick my fingers for HEALTH
burn away my skin like smoldering RUBBER
i want to be SIXTEEN again
not so ROOT bound in this pot
i want to dance on the pool TABLE
RUNNING away from all the tentacle monsters of my past
slurping NOODLES trying, crying to
remember all my many NAMES as i age
as i FUCK as i punch as i bite
not the pink POODLE princess anymore
i am only your SACRIFICIAL goddess