There once was an island of sun in the sea

It flourished and grew just as fast as can be

The grass so green

The future serine

In a land where there was not a man

Well then came a ship from the outskirts of sight

Outlined in detail with colors so bright

Explorers for gold

In stories retold

Have introduced man to the land

As the magic turtle flips into the sea

All the water is winking at me

And as the magic turtle swims away from me

Only then does the water stop winking at me

Soon there were houses and cigarette stands

Restaurants and bathrooms and rock-n-roll bands

They conquered the skies

And plagued it with lies

As for the land, it wept crimson blood

As the magic turtle dives into the sea

All the water is winking at me

And as the magic turtle lays his leather eggs

Only then does the water stop winking at me

And then there were none all the citizens gone

Maybe for good no one knows where they've run

The land was now free from ocean to tree

And the skies were now owned by the breeze

But then there’s a roar from the skies up above

In rockets they come no one knows where they're from

They worship the sands

And live off the land

As for the land, it weeps out of glee

And so is the story of man and the land

Living together hand in hand

They both know the way to carry the slain

That's the reason for life anyway

At least that's what the turtle told me

I am the magic turtle

I have the magic plan

Send all your money to the water and land

You'll be a happy man

I am a sac of water and carbon made up of electrons and protons lying on a small rock infested with more of these elements while all are forever hurling through mysterious black matter space, entwined in a dance with countless other gasses and rocks, as they spin and collide toward an untold purpose by an unknown god.

Cradled pigeon bother no more

Lay your head

Give way to dawn of flight

Eagle surpassed your ways

Nothing you can do to compete

Old owl knows cunning tactics

What prey doesn't hear

Is swift wings

Point beneath waves consumed by flame

Harnessed only by trivial progression

Couldn't understand and didn't hear

Moisture wept thru the bristlecone

It's walls dampened with dew

The shell poisoned and hurt

Vacant lodgings for the snail

Or the beetle or the ant

Ants love to toil in the sun

Gravity lessens its hollow hold

Christened as a sinner

No longer a belonger

Good for no special reason

Harassed and belittled on this day

A day that lives on in men

Refusing to see thru and will not close

Stay open for the holidays

Easter. Christmas. Martin Luther King

Day

Memorial Day

Columbus Day

Old Wives Day My Birthday

Today ?

No way.

The conflict between the placid good

Versus evil tendencies rages forth

Toward where the river flows into the basin

Waterfall made by the gods for pleasure

Garden of Eden times three

She was sent to rule over the abyss

Pass judgements onto wicked

And bless the holy sacrament

Force field junction blind sided courage

Mangled body parts put inside crushes

To pulverize into fine particle

Space dust pressed into packets

Sprinkled on top your glass of water

Tasty peptide carbonate bliss

Popsicle marshmallows frozen in time

Silently wait their uprising moment

Crows screech to halts farther

Down the crusty trail

Marching last, just in front

Of the drums

The heartbeat rhythm fleshes tones

I've never before felt

My ears long it to return

Stay for awhile bring hope

An array of missile warring abroad

Sail in big ships across the tide

Make way to islands afar

Drift past the dripping hole

Honor sensational conceptions

A guy on reality television watched

A show about an army man who bakes

He left his bakery to his son

Who was his convenient apprentice

Working in a fusty old barn of a place

Employing his sisters and brothers

Uncles and aunts

All their husbands and wives

To help run this grand business

Of mixing flour and eggs in a bowl

With sugar and yeast

Pre-measured out from a written itinerary

Based off a past lived thinker

Redone over and over by a copy-cat family

Ego ridden almost diseased in a way

Looking down upon those who didn't

Have a compiled list of ingredients

In their poor hands

Because these guys could read

Their little papers

Then they are better than people

Who can't copy like they do

They kicked the soldier off the show

And the next day the man blew his head off

Reach out to catch

The Severed Head

Drifting lower into the Darkness

Held hostage over millennia

Bitten by the Shrunken Heads

Of other worldly Creatures

and held under Water

So not to Breathe Air

Then pulled up by its Hair

Dragged onto shore

Placed on a Pole of Ambitions

Carried by the Tribe who wander

Up to the Solemn Mountain Range

To be hoisted and presented to

The Foul Beast and the Peak

It drools with contempt

Belching great wisps of Terrible

Smelling odorous smoke

To deny this thing of its

Bold sacrifice

To rob it of what's rightfully

Possessed as a gift from Human

Taking away all that keeps

The peril from opening the gate

Sending troops to the pillage

The ones wearing white

The head will return to its body

Cast the demons from Earth

With a resurrection of Revenge

The Savior of The Blessed Father

To create Wisdom and Sanctity

For all Man-Kinds' Brethren

If by horrible chance

His mighty head shall roll once more

Then shall all his disciples move

To be by his side in Heaven

Taking their own lives so to be

Closer to the One the Love

Only to see Him one more time

Gaze onto His Golden Mare and Wool

Crack jokes about foolish tales

Back when they were Align

When things were easier

Never took eons to finish

Heaven is eternal and forever

Lasts a long time for people

When they are align

But after that when they actually

Exist in a world of no time

Experience the Foreverness

Then time does not have a feeling

Tasks are accomplished

In the relative passing moments

As it would be for any normal

Living soul on Earth

In death, the souls just move much

Much slower, to a snail's crawl

Pacing a way a tree might grow

How a rock may geologically transfigure

A flower blossoming tells a story of patience

But the act is quick enough for the bud

A maniac's babble can be useful

Sometimes

When it rhymes or sounds nice

Run away my wiry foxhound

Play sheep and catch fish

Toss the sacred ball around

To fulfill the complaints made

By the elderly

Amongst many grievances

The most utterly absurd was

Posted on the weekend edition

Of "Uncle Sam's Fearless Avengers"

Magazine given out free

To the soldiers in the Army and Navy

The Air Force opted out of the subscription

The postee was a Mildred McDirven

Who wrote most poetically

"Misters of the Establishment,

I no longer feel as tho

I am needed anymore in society

Every day I get older

I also feel less wanted

and more obsolete

It certainly doesn't help

When you keep sending me

Cards with the cross and Jesus

Printed on the front

It depresses me, damn it!

I will see the Lord in my own time

and very soon at that I'm afraid

but I don't need to be reminded of it

So please stop sending me

Cards all together, I don't like cards

I don't like holidays

and I don't like you.

Sincerely,

Mildred"

I shouted to plead with the gang

"It wasn't me, I didn't shoot!"

But the crowd continued

Clambering at me full throttle

I took my gun out and began to fire

One by one they each fell

I must have put down twenty men

Had to reload six times

So it was closer to twenty-five

Killed all those sons of bitches

Murdered them 'cuz they would

Have I

All for the mistaken identity

The real killer is still loose

My bad deeds were in self defense

But his victim didn't deserve to die

The posse after me, well they had

It coming, you know?

They were asking for it

Kissed the ring

and I forged the steel

Never wavered

To trip now would throw away

Everything I worked so hard

To build

and to maintain

Brave little friends

Sink below the trembling fears

and demonstrate defeat

Romanticize the bad deeds

The flock has spoken

Bell has tolled

Tranquil fits of

Crimson red blood transfusions

Tied up to poles

Shock therapy destination

Rabid teenager science friction

Reactionary totem set in the Earth

Gravel and sand placed around

Encircling the shrine

The medicine women purge

Themselves of the Wicked Flesh

Placed into what we can only

Describe as a bush or shrubbery

Cut down by blade

Manicured to stay warm thru the winter

Crushed pomegranate seeds

Litter the cabin floor

Wooden beams jut out

Toward the ceiling

Holding up the great weight of burden

Five large oak trees

Soldiers of the forest

Like Atlas carrying Earth

The trees carry our suffering

Our shames loading them down

On their backs we lay our cruel souls

Lessons stolen from the Master

By the weakest pupil

Even the Truth

Falls on deaf ears

When spoken by the unworthy

By the ignorant

The words only dull his tongue

Launch time in a hurry

Except the passengers

Are nowhere to be seen

Hold the striped bar down

Pick up the bucket and paddle

Fill the urn with ashes and bones

Release the pot for the seas

Triumphant moonlight cages shadows

Winning another night

The Battle of Color