Pot of Gold

You didn’t miss out on the pot of gold It’s just on hold You just quit dreaming It’s still waiting screaming And the rainbow too So don’t be blue You’ve got it made In the shade Realize you thoughts Cause that’s what you’ve bought You can climb high All you’ve got to do is try

They Call Me Unfiltered

Unfiltered they say of me Must be my generosity Possibly my modesty Either way I’ve got to say Honesty should be served by the pound Tastes great all around Like water in the ground They Call Me Unfiltered, an Odyssey They Call Me Unfiltered ah flitter I once thought I was wrong But I was

Secret, Secret

Tink try not to sink. I know you sank the pink. You think me a fink. Don’t blink.  Wink, wink. Remember Cassandra? Lol, I set it up. You were just a young pup. And of her son you took a sup. Yep, duped. You were really looped. But don’t worry I got the scoop. I’ll 

You Were Right

You were right all along. You said you’d find the man you could trust. And he’d stick by your side forever. The picture you posted says it all. And you were right all along, darling. I can see in his eyes he will be there forever for you. But he’s wishes it would hurry up

Duality Literally

I’d talk about duality. But I don’t have anyone to talk too. He’s missing in action. He’s reliving our wilder days, literally. Oh yes, I know he’s tipped over the stool. You’re losing it. There you are.  Never a nice word. Good to see you two. Can I get a little help here. The Lord

Truth Is

Truth is there is no truth. I know the truth will be here when the world’s on fire. My world has always been on fire. That’s the truth. Do this and you’ll be happy. Accept, be good, give, and karma smiles. Yes, just enough then boom. And you tell me see, change the way you

At Most Fear

If my time is near, Father I pray for these peers. I have no fear. If it appears we go to war. Who am I you leer. I am the sphere. I am the Rod of God, my dear. Let me make it crystal clear.  Oh, you missed it awakened seer. I feel your eyes

Brain Refrain

I was wishing, My brain was missing. I hear it hissing. It’s really dissing. And insisting on reminiscing. In the abyss I seem to be kissing. Quite dismissing for I search for blissing. We used to debate. Now it just wants to hate. It’s never late, For that date. With hate it seems to satiate.

Me vs Verse

You haven’t seen the worse. Just wait until you are immersed in verse. It could be a curse or worst. See the first verse. Sometimes it seems your are locked in a unique universe. But then nothing but a blank verse. Verse is sometimes a ride in a hearse. To late for a nurse. Hopefully,

Back Door

Once upon a time, there was a Cold War. Then there wasn’t. So now you can trust us. How? Prove your Trust by letting us protect your data. Let bygones be bygones. Signed Kapersky. Hack investigation closed. Signed The Doors. I’m a backdoor man.

*Five Trick Kings*

Five trick kings.  With a ring on a wing of an eagle prayer flies through the window of the doors of perception. And the mirror of illusion that leads to a Kingdom of Kings. Forty years and 20 spears lead to one King.  A King with two rings for the second time around. He circles

Groovy Situation

Lights arise and delight and fly We are going to change the world. Starting tonight Right now.  With one word. One little groovy word. I’m tired of feeling hollow. Groovy that’s the word. But we’re just going to cut to chase. Just name everyone Groovy. No numbers except a Groovy one.  Is that Groovy or

Wrong Song

I wrote a song for the throng! And everyone sang along. Sang the wrong song. I must be listening wrong. To the throng. As they sing my wrong song. The Long song for the throng! Then it happened for the throng. They started to sing along again to the song. The throng sang the long