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Monthly Archives: August 2011

Say, you who sits with jaw, tired & agape
Tell me the way to this place I stride
I look for the place whose way is skuake

Skuake you say but surely you jape
For many are the ones who come to stray
And many the ones whose place are gray
But fair I shall tell you, fairly I shall spell
For only a penny, a shape I shall tell

No shape is an answer to a question I ask
Nor up or down is the direction I task
So tell me the way, the place I must step

Ah tary you say but rightly I find
Not once have you told what place to divine
So I cannot say what gates to mind
Nor can I say what plates to grind
But say I tell where the froplifons glow

No I say you fool old one
Tell me the way to this place I run
Lest I fall and scrape. for all to shun

Neither you nor I know very the way
So I can tell you not, hurry or stay
But here is a path that suddenly you flay
So why not that as a wise woven play
Truly not worse than rust splattered hay

Yay now I see this path was here
But say I will to you didsty old bear
Why not say: this path was there

But the old bear could only two heads shake
For a path is there for all those awake
But not all will wake and fewer still, will take


I am someone I say that you should know
I am the one who all come here to show
I have done the things all say are great
So what is it that I constantly await

See my wall tall with trophies which inflate
See the fall hall which none may berate
Full with color though all of them hollow
See my fans countless and me they follow
so why is it then that now I wallow
why is it then that I find my heart fallow

But you–like many–are someone unknown
The things you have none care to be shown
But see your wall filled with memories none shallow
See your families and friends who your life make thorough
See the works you do, your heart full filled hallow

the point I suppose that can be said
of the things you choose yourself be wed
to fill your heart where quantity has no matter
then what you find is things only do better

Once I sat on a place adreary
I ate and thought not a once aweary
People be gone and places become
I sit and look no places they strum
Looking afar and not a one is near
I tear at once clear empty of fear


I move smoothly, faster than quickish
I move swiftly, quicker than whiplash

try to stop me but i’m gone in a dash
try to stop me but i’ve vanished in a flash

catch me, like holding water in a sift
catch me, and you’re gone, set adrift

I look and search, constantly moving
To seek harmony is constantly improving