At a time when Earth new peace,

Before Pisces walked the seas,

And oil still could breath,

Was a time we weren’t conceived,

And we hadn’t met the trees.

But as time learn to trapeze,

By a rock mother was seized,

But the smoke finally appeased,

And when the land began to unfreeze,

We were born into the trees.

Then we reached 90 degrees,

We finally left the trees,

Then came famine and disease,

And mother earth began to sneeze,

With the death of every bee,

She prays for her reprieve,

When the day that maybe we,

Will get off our fucking pedestal.

With Taurus Breath and Lion care, the naked girl peers out of wreath

Propitious Monk riding on steed, brings death and fuddled grief

Death loves to dance, on misconception drowning in the sea.

Caesar’s effigy, rides chariots, of the asphodel

With noble ground, and opulence, the queen reflects the well

Doves rest on top, to nurse the kittens, secured by dolphins past

Hercules, I knew I’d find, white horses love with solstice peace

For mother and nine music muses, her crescent moon and lily feet

Quarter ‘til, the nun reveals, moonlight reversal swans unwrapped

The monk now sleeps, pink bandit drinks, from overturned flagships

the ancient zodiac comes out to touch the nude girls seven planets

midnight scale of justice, iniquitous thirteen, its fair when she exists

Morning world, the only truth is that she’s cyclical, otherwise nonexistent

Said the Bug to the Firefly

Beauty and sex are sighs from plight and bind.

Love, yet I find, only exists within the mind.

I pray the day your armor falls behind,

And lips I miss to dote and kiss return to mine.

When sparkling eyes of my sweet firefly do see,

No matter how long her search, there will never be

Anyone who loves her more than me.

Jugged

His tactics talk of antique types of tasks,

antiquated quips, ritualistic

fits, addict’s frantic search of attic bliss.

Of mantle antics, praying mantis trip.

Atop bricks, lies man’s soul sick. Poor lost fire,

Where candlestick desire is thought to

Be licentious as apple appetite.

But what is saved? Tis free as flowing brooks,

buzzing wings of bees wooing woman’s nooks.

Friendly frizzing fire is not sin, but

nature’s soul and wit shunning our chagrin.

Break the clanking chains manacled to brain,

For wise is mind’s eye to inquire what’s inside.

Accretion

Come in, sit down

Stand up and take a seat.

Don’t have to think, just make believe.

The blankets warm, the destination’s bliss

As we segregate from the other fish.

And as we deny that we are one

The Asp’s poison has begun

But to wipe the fear that’s in our eyes

Will send cherubim to proselytize

Then we’ll expand, create the truth

Benumb validity

Belief’s a ruse.