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What is that sound as I'm heavily bound
by the hands and feet jumping like a clown?
It's a clock that goes Tick Tick Tock
Screaming out, "Just make it all stop!"
Welcome to my mind, you're here just in time!
Would you take your seat for this exciting ride!
But understand this, if you listen please,
if you join my crazy mind, the ride is FREE!
Keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times
a crocodile might swoop in, with its big green eyes,
and say, "You look good enough to eat."
So sit back and enjoy the ride called "Crazy Me!"
Eliminate all possibilities of making sense
because sanity came and went!
If you want the truth, then you won't find it here
but there is nothing to fear!
Here we go as this ride begins to start
floating down the rivers made of Cherry Pop-tarts!
Our boat made of Chocolate Wafers!
Don't eat the Boat! Down waits the chef Lemon Curator!
I know this all sounds all dumb and insane
but it is a wonderful sweet game.
Now if you read down to this level
WAKE ME UP BEFORE I CRASH THROUGH THE.....Tunnel..
To late..
by the hands and feet jumping like a clown?
It's a clock that goes Tick Tick Tock
Screaming out, "Just make it all stop!"
Welcome to my mind, you're here just in time!
Would you take your seat for this exciting ride!
But understand this, if you listen please,
if you join my crazy mind, the ride is FREE!
Keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times
a crocodile might swoop in, with its big green eyes,
and say, "You look good enough to eat."
So sit back and enjoy the ride called "Crazy Me!"
Eliminate all possibilities of making sense
because sanity came and went!
If you want the truth, then you won't find it here
but there is nothing to fear!
Here we go as this ride begins to start
floating down the rivers made of Cherry Pop-tarts!
Our boat made of Chocolate Wafers!
Don't eat the Boat! Down waits the chef Lemon Curator!
I know this all sounds all dumb and insane
but it is a wonderful sweet game.
Now if you read down to this level
WAKE ME UP BEFORE I CRASH THROUGH THE.....Tunnel..
To late..
Literature
Sand
It takes time to gather myself from here to there, and back.
It does not always go well.
Fear, I can mask, but not brittleness.
Eroded cliffs,
a beach I never asked to wash up on,
I reach without grasping,
getting caught in a loop...
Its omniscience,
so irritating,
yet in beholding its creation,
there is no other place to be.
One day, it will wake, and find the pile of sand that was me.
Literature
Layers of Sky and Ocean
Are the vast, deep oceans
Like the sky,
Extending layer on layer,
Where fishes fly?
Where clouds of
Living plankton, drift
Above the waving,
Sea-weed forests.
In the dank, abyss
Leviathans sleep,
Is a pressure of ocean, enough
To crush all other creatures.
There, the living lanterns, sweep
The inky sea in search
Of passing prey;
Like fireflies of the deep.
Above, sunlight slants
Through sparkling waves,
Illuminating coastal shelves.
There, coral cities cluster,
Teaming with colours.
Bright, darting motions
Of escaping fishes;
Shoals shimmying and splitting,
Rushing, from predators.
Attacking! Snatching!
The hunters of the sea
Literature
Water Song
Water Song
by George Ray Arruda
All the water there is
is one
and it sings
a solitary vibratory song
Throughout the stars
within the sea
through the rivers and the streams
within both you and and me
It’s not a myth it’s not a dream
we are much more
than we seem
Linked by forces
strong and weak
if we but see
our water link
we are much greater
than we think.
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I don't know....I just don't really know. This all just suddenly came to my mind...I have no explanation to this poem. I might have been hungry during the making of this poem, maybe.
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