Vision+Voice

A portal to an archaic submerged treasure trove of relics from my childhood,
Analyze the prints and a chlorine rinse for clarity,
Built off consecrated, yet uncreated temples that lie in the wild woods,
Ambrosia of a youthful fantasy in all of its blind sincerity,
Is worth the remembrance, they deserve a legacy, an anthology of memories,
The descendants of our presence,
Future incarnation, heed my warning:
Reserve, restore those untainted shores,
To defend against a blood moon dawning.

The lady in the crimson coat
With its scars and its patches and its holes,
The sweetest sorrow of a golden throat
That will never know what it is to be whole.

Penny dreadful meets every reason to let go,
Capturing the fireflies in bell jars and wells of hearts,
Mourning them like Poe.

We evolve and we grow as we go,
From a tiny seed planted in the dirt,
To a centuries old Sequoia,
Rooted deep within the earth.
Stretch our branches far and wide,
Choose a label, choose a side,
Echo their ghosts, and praise their gods-
No homeland for unholy thoughts.

Loss can be so harsh, it digs a wide hole,

rooted, in your soul.

Making your heart feel empty and lonely.

A deep hole, burrowed in so deep

there feels to be no heal.

Though the people you love

can repair you.

Maybe not all the way.

But they will slowly

stitch your body and your spirit.

When that gap is full again

you will live under four words.

Safety, health, happiness, and peace with your heart.

Problems might rise bigger than you.

But only you are the one that can choose to rise higher.

I like books,

I have many many books,

that i love to looks,

books, books, books

so fun to read,

like a sprout growing from a seed,

so much stuff to learn,

so much pages to turn,

I love books.

Basketball is just like jazz
Its rhythm is unique
Defenders will lock you down like Alcatraz
Ball handlers will make you tweak

Be ready to close out
Or shooters will make it an easy blow out
You also need great teamwork
‘Cause that will always make the dreamwork.

The dining table is crazy
I’d rather listen to Jay-Z
The insanity makes it as crazy as a zoo
I think I’d rather catch the flu

The food is usually mediocre
It makes me as pale as The Joker
Plus there’s my sister
Who might be as annoying as a blister

I pledge allegiance
To my own unexcited gates of esoterica
And to the semipublic
of where my mind stands
One narration
Set abroad
Nontransmissable
With liberty and justice
for all

Off and on
You would not really think of a lamp as something special.
But off and on it goes every time and it can turn on when you feel wrong.
Lamps have heat. They can warm up your feet like the sun.
So the lamp is way more than you think.
A lamp is beautiful and can help you in many ways.
Lamps have power.
Lamps have light.
And lamps help life be life.

Bam! Boom! Bop! Boba’s blastin’, beware!
Tarkin’s talkin’ to a trooper.
AArghRr! Goes Chewy like a bear.
ZZZVVV! Goes a light saber.
Your lack of faith disturbs me!
I hope space doesn’t make you ill!
The light side is the good guys, can’t you see?
Who’s paying the Death Star’s electric bill?