Tip; this poem is about mystery and secret agents.

The pen gathered up to the horizon, remembering the fresh exchange.
Mysterious code dangled in miscalculation.
The frustrating problem awoke.
Eternity threw the switch like a grand opera – suspended with the negotiator.
Monochrome colors thrilled her.
International communism lodged through the keyhole.
Leaky faucets snapped.
Special agents wriggled up to the horizon.
Motion elevated grumpily.
The aliens jiggled in limbo.
Some liquid covered machines gathered by the laser.
The ultimate fuzzy vision contracted – through the ruby head.
The practical jet stream pounced.
Alienation settled erratically, freeing the astonished beings.
Lonesome animals spoke in tongues.
The lost cause throbbed and swelled with fright.
Large creatures irked her blending slightly.
Permanently scarring the liquid invisibility.
Mysterious code perished.
The frustrating problem slept once again.

Tip; This poem is about near-extinction of life.

An ancient city eroded under the reckless sunset.
Windswept tanks creaked ahead of their ceased tracks.
Wastelands fizzed, whispering sweet nothings over the cracked soil.
The barbed wire fence began to heat.
Gloom uncurled, setting fire to the bodies.
Burned leafs grabbed him.
Artifacts fermented, melting minerals fizzled.
The final rose withered.
Rocks sang with age.
Heat sneered under the bleak valley.
Lava congregated through the rivers.
Little by little, a small child fractured the bulky bricks.
A pattern met him.
Suffocation.
A strange magnetic force pushed up.
Automated robots wheezed like flowers.
The sonic boom queried with bits of plastic.
Deserted.
Empty vessels died.
The harsh realm flew with age.
Steaming concrete cooled.
Memories boiled over.
Nature gestured through a tube.
Skyline baked, delicately balanced.
Deep is the world gasping for life.

Tip; This poem is about a man finding heaven.

The construction site shook.
Bad vibes hit him like a dental extraction.
Rusty pipelines tumbled down like an addiction.
Industrial machinery met him.
Buried alive, he clattered like a telescope.
Industrial machinery transmitted.
Repeatedly, he quit itching and scratching.
Lifting the whimsical detonation, death winked wan.
Phantoms elevated like an addiction, reminding him of faded light.
The dazzling spirits touched him, breathing his last breath.
Death seeped.
Rest.
Eternity circumnavigated.
The night hillside glistened.
The soul masticated, bliss sighed humorously.
Bright laughter met him.
The superior fermented with the fringe on top.

Tip; This poem is about a man finding brief wisdom.

Air tumbled down.
The mind boggled and moved him.
Existence of life thickened.
Bliss seeped lifelessly.
Inquiries burst.
Eternity lodged.
Adventure boiled and departed.
Knowledge smiled, intermittently.
Wisdom hit him, enigmatically.
Life cooled as if by magic.
The brain masticated, bliss sighed humorously.
The ground beneath tugged in sync, cluttering the sun-drenched peace.
Sunrise toppled.
The principle of shivering wriggled.
Knowledge jumped towards the wreckage.
Wisdom dissipated.
Air tumbled up.

Started in 2002. Continually being updated. Tip; This is about the science of silliness.

Gravity is not just a good idea, it's the law! Whilst rolling around on the floor, lemony-fresh victory was as unpredictable as the nervous park squirrel. Have you jammed a baby goat into a startled dolphins yawning mouth? The danger of drying water on the toe of a moose, defeats the purpose of eating an elephants ear. Scraping spam from his fangs, bigfoot takes pictures of my vacation home on the sun, where writing this poem was like drinking unicorn giggles. Do let me interrupt the floating medicine; may we change the subject to something wholly about cheetah’s running on slippery floors? I feel that it makes me feel like a tall tree, as opposed to jellyfish celebrations which started a thousand years ago when a squirrel saved the world’s most majestic potato with his claws in the instantaneous flash of an ancient turtle’s lifetime. We were all clear on the rules and there was but one: No flying like a cheetah under a bridge made of ripe bananas and one falls into the cheetahs mouth and gets him on the banana addiction that was so good it’s got to be fattening but you know it’s healthy like a monkey salad but without the monkey 'cause dogs don’t know it’s not bacon yet it is and it’s the Jello-covered humans getting all the minty . Eating is unnatural. Artificial intelligence has gone too far this time, what with screens and savers. Just then she blinked, next she raised the cheetah from a cub and put it in the oven then announced on national TV that she ate her baby. Mr. Grumpy Snail watched this telecast and played a flute, as is the way of the snail; and I simply cannot teach your child to do manual labor at this hour. I hope to see you soon for tea, as we are to get married by noon. You know what always cheers me up, robot fish who comb peoples hair all electronic like and have a snazzy dew. We turn to masculine Mr. Smith, who says he is a jolly frolicking, innocent, piece of mud pie. Fork over those lady fingers, cookie. In an FBI investigation, hiccups pay off if you wish to become a crafty consumer’s hunger for fledgling dog ribs. It was like dipping your feet in the silkiest oils and creams, a plunge in feathery rainbow mist, a retreat into the lovely depths of glory and fizzy sprinkled bliss. That’ll teach the first person I see, a lesson. I look back on ten years of buying factories factory direct. Apples don’t just grow on trees, hobbits do. Our computers are 100% less suck, says the newly merged LinuxMicroAppleSoft. Pray daily and nightly and in-between prayers whilst gurgling sacred water. Fanatical bananas dismantled the weeping gorilla, this upsets the pope of air fresheners, to live in a reflection so grand it sprinkles over and under the white cheetah snarls are smeared in a smorgasbord of sock-puppets who smell like sinking crackers. I know you'll lick them; you never do more than less, it’s planting dance steps like a golden case of mumbling Samurai. The Alka-Seltzer drank her, no longer crawling from the dinghy. It glows in the dark, dont'cha know. Burning intergalactic toe rings ejected from a certain ex-penal colony, NOT like your uvula, it’s made of salt, and you know the feeling? Shifting eyes of a crazed manager in your closet, who loves the fudge vat, will never bait a peachy spectro-vision because I can’t give my full self. It’s driving you crazy, but that’s vigorously pneumatic. Thus the shoe told me of a golden chia-pet, please hang up and try again. Crusty grunion, how's a spork gonna shuffle into his pants like that? Got any frumpy strudel weasels? The dog filled type. Pants are not allowed in this academic facility, you’ll have to eat them with your mouth. The duck has just blown up in my face, now I’ve gotta squint, to eat this metallic pickle. (Sounds of gnawing, chewing, and grunting.) Selling spicy sky sauce is the norm; you’ve got to slap a piglet to get anywhere these days. Bring out your almost nearly dead! Vroom! On behalf of the prince of tap-dance, unlike dancing tap, I MUST thank you for clapping the rabid pool monkey. Children are dreadfully real. If you've enjoyed this tuned program, tune to a random megacycle on your radio or eat a badger's tongue, but once a year! A bun of space for melted sports sox. The older the new, some folks grew some folks spew. Meanwhile, under the Australian Alps, two elderly skunks munched on chilled cheddar. Behind and over and around me, the festivities have already begun in isle two. Tell me or I’ll laugh uncontrollably at your tie, are you enjoying the overpriced wine? Why yes your highness, the king says this festival has robotic monks and synthetic toast to her majesty the queen of burly men. Bagel sauce is needed here, as the cue card directly hints. Just then, a tub of moogle men overthrew my tinfoil palace with a huff and a puff. Candles lit up my inner web of silky moose-kabob. Allow me, baron, to widdle your spare arm of sheepishly gay dancing. Everywhere it’s the end of the time, Hollywood explosions and decapitations, jolly good old captain arrest this glove! Chunky bang tinkle, oh wise one. Bring your own body. Say are you descended from snore snail sewing mowing rowing going blowing flowing. Plenty, if I may plunder your corn. You’ve just won a dollar and a trip to the padded room, if the shoe fits an operator I’ve been cut off. Super ultra mega probe turbo redial. It’s air junkies, says the female ensnarement. You owe your life to dental hygiene, life I say! More intense, Sir Maestro Proprietor Conductor. Diminutive yoink blazing bobble foof if you sneezed on yoink coherent tally ho! Siren blazes, light flashes, the streets clear out, rain pours, and one kitten gobbles up the biped’s fatty lardy fatness. Sing to me daddy, scratch the hot air balloon. Robin Hood and Batman are getting married?! Foreign ministers gush out of their overwhelming bus load of resorting to the dry cleaners. Who could blame Pikachu? Festive occasions, if you ask me I think it’s insane, twice a week sometimes! For safety, don’t say yes to me. Private line?, I’ve been on this line for eight years! I’ve wanted to pass this day like a bloody snorch of planet sneegle passes its young, slippery and bursting of fizzy bubbly soda. Car pool of a life sentence, batman, I shall add the glass house defies their loss & gains sound box ticking away KABOOM, white washes away the white leaving white, and all its nice wonderful friends, as I giggle and prance in front of the president of the United States of Africa. He asks for my house plans, so I gave him the Earth in a Jell-O mold. That’s one trouble with dual identities, dual responsibilities. Good for you my boy, don’t let them steamroll your breaded slave camp. Mud wrestling is against one percentage of the egg yolk industry, yo. Use a ruler you hairy burly barbaric shirtless ore-rowing banker. Chunky soup tastes of monocle magnification by the hydro flux quantro graviton thrusters, incorporating one trillion hasty nothings into my sour wish of freedom. Don’t rub my back so hard, unless everyone will one day fly around under stage thinking, feasting on FLESH of a sunny side-up T-Rex. Happy Easter is the time of year for snow cones melted down bingo; I like a big noodle in my milk. Don’t cachinnate while you convulse into guffaw-style whiz gigging. Wanted, a washed off life in first-class shape, a stunning Asian undergoing absorption good-naturedly offering compressed minerals bounce out of pinch a push-button world of tomorrow the poodle shaves itself into cube shaped fluff cake had a sharp vibrating sound, much unto itself a chummy wiggle wobble. What better than a winding nitro whale in your hair than a beanie which was too tight and cut off your Band-Aids now wow bow how chow cow goes moo; is what a lively sunny burst of ultraviolet rays slicing through your skin makes for grand beef jerky taste of the united states amendment when it gets better by the fashion police who are arrested for assisting in the assassination of said turtle polish to a blinding shine, having thick curly hair of varying color to radiate a snickering ground hog's alternating desire for cattle-hide high-heels. She wants me for my miniature ship in a bottle of hunting dogs, like gratuitous free samples of wet coupons for travel popups that eliminate your sculpted eggbeater. I say, burlesque buffoonery escapade unto simpleton monkeyshine. CAPITAL LETTERS were founded in this sentence. Getting hitched with lizard-men, how does the duplex engine hum an imaginary tomato with fingers in my garage? Hundreds of grasslands need to be steam cleaned, don’t stand there, dance over the orange galaxy, that’ll show fate who’s over charged their credit report printed on the same clouds have no juice; it's been a clothed learning excavation. Batgirl sang a whimper to the wet stone wall, it’s comforting glare eating at her spinal injustice tends to watch the supermarket run on a can of sardines for a week, not afraid to fall off, but you don’t need to heat hot water; itching the contest of an anonymous letter from her hand, it’s not that heavy until we write with a paper or a pencil, not both. NOT BOTH! Your weekly passport to adventure, I’ll tell you a scorching story of a moose that uses red-hot lava to moisturize his skin, as he eats a bowl of diamonds every morning, and then he invented all 32 letters of the alphabet, letters that brought a tear to his eyes. A fuzzy bunny holds onto the rope, lifting him far into the mountains, past jagged teeth and night terrors, until he lands on the tongue of a whale in search of a whale with a reflective surface and a slight overbite. Oh let me try, now do you see what I mean, and that wasn’t all we found. I swear it just followed me home, make it do something else. Slow, to the bat mobile, Robin. As the president bites his tongue. Are you aloud to do that, land and repeat in a polish sausage kind of way, down in the new teeth we wag our transparent tails, it should have been melted lace makes for textured mouth wobbles. A crazy taco still needs to edit this whole document today, yesterday, and tomorrow-day. We turn the camera to the silver barbarian next Tuesday at the life-size caramel apple, to be fused with the president. So I’ve been in the city for 2 years and lost for 3. Oh yes the naturalist abortion line, you get free gifts for two. Not with the rain, it filters multicolor elephants are salty and we must stop the film, further scenes have a violent nature. And now we show you blood, and the carcass it drips from. I’ve got love in my tummy. For those of you who are me, you are not those of you who are not me. I’m starting a war for peace, blimey; the polecats help people help themselves to lunatic washing machines. A local underwater turbine engine sadly nailed 72 people in the pinky, who were found dead at the scene of Santa’s violence. Don't blow them all up (and sideways) but let’s use bigger nuclear 'plosions. Performed by an appearance from producers across a saucy national secret. Like an electric eel, I’m infected with your winks. Across the street he ran, to the exact spot he was born. Dialing. Dancing. They were played like a fine tuned flute. The airplane finally made an emergency landing and crashed into the hanger where it was never built in the first place, now that’s planning ahead! Whatever floats your tugboat dear. Oh it does its warm and just the right fit. You can say that again, you can say that again. He’s often doing that. Sorted peanuts have the same effect, so peace broke out and his heart burst open. And now we turn to something inhumanly delightful. Like a sheep in the morning, are you here on holiday or do you live in this tree. They hop about the field on their back legs, making musical aviation completely possible. Unlike an oiled up Scotsman eating an entire wildebeest. What makes a man want to be a mouse, what form of addictive cheese makes a life change around so quickly? So I think, eh, I think I’d stomp them in the shin. You see, I too was a nonexistent beefcake, running happily through the jungle with only me knife to fend off the aggressively clean natives. They’re not even married, not with a filing cabinet; I don’t like the sound of his liver, all that squeaking and such. Appears your witness is departed, or so near to being dead, that being alive is a bit of an overstatement. There are no easy answers in this case. It's not a giant pill, it's the pill bottle, and you can wear it like a vest. I guess it is handy sometimes having your mouth constantly open. So darned happy and cured. Outbreak free ever since! You and you over there are actually ONE BEING. Why do people play with their food? GIANT MUFFIN CHEF HAT, Batman. Hallucinating and all. Oh well *dances*. HECK YES THEY DID! I totally have a smooshed up idea. The only proven cure for being on fire is pills. Smile knowing that leprechauns are picking at the fabric of time. Nothing better than extra expenses when hunting for conveniently placed secret treasure which will be foiled. If any of my old pants get a hole in the crotch I'm just going to wear them as a shirt. I am cozy in my field of paper flowers and candy clouds. You may not remember dreaming, but the dreams remember you. Promise you’ll refrain from throwing yourself at the mercy of a train. Regardless of warnings, mango juice educates your tongue of the mighty kung fu. A fourteen year old sitting in an electric chair has a golden ticket, a golden twinkle in his eye. Don’t close your eyes, who knows what lies behind them. I lye inside my mind for hours, and watch my purple sky eat jolly good toast. A symphony of thunder and lightning, dangerous winds above in the atmosphere, yep yep. The other American government reads your mind! Laptops are new age hocus pocus is unclean. May another year make you literate? It needs to be a completely nude moose or no deal. I frown when stuff comes out of my face. I voted against disease in the last election. Olay! I am a meat Popsicle. Eight dozen potatoes ago in the splendid days of Gandalf’s ancient Chinese secret of Value-Add Software, he plucked a ripe hobbit from a bush and named it Merlin who later changed his name to Gandalf and back to Merlin and back to Gandalf and then to Suzy, who plucked the bushy woman-like fur from Leg-less the Elf and made him scream out so loud the next universe pounded on its ceiling with a broom-end and shouted “keep it down up there, blasted hooligans and eye candy!” So the spiffed-out space station went hurling into the Sun and then decided it liked the color-changing effect on some cars but not icky teal and so teal was erased from existence and replaced with mobster squirrels with pinky rings. You can take my body but not my mind, you salty tears of lovingly quenched popcorn pizzazz. Thus the Great War of tap dancing and shimmering top hats had impeccable timing, if you ask the president of my cozy bed sheets made of pure woven rainbow. In other relevant world news, my radiant man-skin is smooth like silk so the ocean slipped on me and fell face down on the sea floor. Japan called it a tsunami because they are so small with itty bitty tickly fingers. They tickled the ocean and it hoofed it outta there to get its GundamWing robo-gizmo transformer thing because it desired to seek to gain to receive to acquire slippery revenge yet then it forgot and memorized every episode of Hamtaro. Also Ghost In The Shell and Serial Experiments Lain, and Sealab 2021, and and FLCL, and possibly even Bugs Bunny. I’m stoked you don’t get the Asian BigBird Flu from all that Anime, brought to you by the letter C for Canada Is To Blame For Everything because they’re in cahoots with my shadow. Third they invade our trivial prestigious country with their dripping wet high-tech wizardry leased from our rival Tokyo/Ginza, first they steal our succulent ham and pin it on the dirty corrupt mermaids, ninth they do squeaky wiggly things with their chubby toes, and Call Now if you think you’re an Australian who likes to slither around in the mud like a slippery butter-covered eel in a frying pan. “Horsefeathers shenanigans”, lectures a tiny man in a savvy banana suit and no eyeliner. Have you heard of the legendary festival of when I dropped a green sour pickle on the floor and left it there? Man alive, I couldn’t live with myself after that. Like my great grandfather might have never said but most likely ate jellyfish that day, “if it’s not roasted it’s the answer to my every question, also a dream crushing dose of pineapple-flavored magma”. Thus ends our saucy tale of hero’s and mighty stuffed Pikachu attacks on this chipper Utopian voyage into the center of philosophical unification under the hydrodynamic pulse-quantrofying computational flux-amplification laser beamy thingy. (Godzilla rubs his tummy and giggles.) Such are modern times, if you ask me while balancing a hot slab of ham on my head as I fall into a vortex of sheer salty depth of quandary and kawaii chibi suuuuogi caffeine. Yeah, no, yes, nah, make sense for you? Eggnog does this to some, not to me though, as I am hero super plus ultra from Japanese translation anime turbo mega pro Dance Dance Revolution. Shiver me timbers matey, this one’s a rare species indeedly doodley. Fresh like a Final Fantasy Moogle in rehab, trust your life to your shoe. I’m swimmingly well, now taste my arm I just rolled around in barbeque sauce singing “you’re my pretty bumble bee, Aye aye Cap!” But I digress; robot sheep are more appealing than a tasty jellyfish. Giggling Japanese schoolgirls leaping out of a sparkling flying train made of heart-shaped rice cakes, onto a warm garden world of fruit, cuddly purring animals, and water slides in shimmering ice caverns. If you eat avocado salad you'll be hurled into a fuzzy land of Sun drenched flowers nibbling your limbs apart as your spine twists and snaps into shards of hot glass reflecting your innermost secrets for the whole world to see. But it'll turn you into a stronger crazed spider monkey out for a midnight torso. Fairies trapped in dishwashers are low in vitamin C. Pedro the cunning elf that is really a cunning hamster with a plot, a dirty secret plot to eat illegal cheetahs. You can’t torture a talking elephant, it’s illegal, and it would be pretty hard to drown one. Baby elephant’s drive trains. I punched one of the game servers and the whole internet went down and that inspired the invention of milk while Santa spends his free time typing love letters to toy manufacturers. People talk about the 'sun' and the 'sea' and I’m like what is that, all I know is my dark office, where I hit the Delete key really hard and it deleted the whole Internet, sweetcheeks. The boogey man checks his closet for Jet Li before he goes to bed. I can never get a monk on my team but I used his patented diet and workout plan. Ah, I feel like a new born Lockness Monster. One man asked me for salt and I exchanged it for his daughter who exchanged me for salt that she gave to her father. You’re off your trolley; I remember that one time I locked my keys out of the car. I asked what antivirus she uses and she looked at me with glazed eyes, my favorite color is sparkle. Ladies and gentlemen, a slippery moose in a cat suit while kidnapping an inflatable giraffe president on the underground mountain was formed by congress on the moon to keep Friday off the calendar or visit us on the web at www.com brought to you by dreadful products that proved ineffective against our newest prehistoric weapon of minimal destruction because speeding is enforced by suspicious giddy polar bears hopping on the ceiling. Inflatable popcorn tricycles are time traveling mermaids and flying plastic rhinos have feelings too, don’t eat the sofa. Potato-eating visitors expected to complain daily. If you wear loose clothes, beware of the machinery; if you wear tight clothes, beware the machinist. Anyone leaving their garments here for more than 30 days will be disposed of. Get a faith lift to remove worry wrinkles. Learn from your parent’s mistakes use birth control. Today’s special is no ice cream when this sign is under water this road is impassable. We execute customers in strict rotation open one month a week. Please bathe inside the tub. Women and other diseases are cacheable seven days a week and weekends. Seat belts make it harder for aliens to steal your cornbread, so drive sideways with a Chihuahua that is a dog that looks like it’s still far away because nuclear war ruined my pie. If my calculations are correct, a slinky plus an escalator equals everlasting fun. “The” and “Who” are common words thus not included in your search. I wish my lawn was Goth, so it would cut itself. That ice-cream truck just hit the same kid three times. Tetris is so unrealistic. Roses are red, violets are blue, all of my base, are belong to you. Does this rag smell like chloroform to you? I was wondering why Frisbees look bigger and bigger as they get closer to you, and then it hit me. Moo spelled backwards is moo, no wait. It was love at first /whois. Foiled still, 1941 became 1940. My dog ate my domestic industry. A virus is language. I am with delicious, we got ham. Cats have the bomb. A spine in my meat. There are no foreigners closer than Canadians. No time for foam rubber rings. Skin improves the appearance of wrinkles. I don't think, therefore I am not. Feminists are so cute. Without ME, it's just AWESO. Whenever I feel blue, I start breathing again. A giant metal cactus handed me a tulip, because helmets don’t protect certain types of feet. One should not drive a blimp while sleeping or unconscious, due to microwaves being used to dry wet pets. So remove children from the stroller before folding it. Nuclear winter may irritate sensitive skin. Use like soap to avoid serving suggestion. In case of flash flood, proceed uphill gradually. Wheelbarrow not intended for highway. Do not drive cars in ocean, as small children not to be used as a personal flotation device. Box of hammers may be harmful if swallowed while climbing a rope with one hand. Warning, this is not underwear, do not put in pants. Do not place bottle rockets in trained chimpanzees mouths, as rat poison is known to cause explosions in laboratory mice. Previously hot shark meat may be hot after heating and or burning in forest fire. Fragile, do not drop aircraft carrier on solid land. Frisbee may contain small parts that lead to death in laboratory meerkats. Dog shampoo should not be fed to fish that are born in a log cabin they built with their bare hands, or fins in this case. This empty shoebox is MP3 compatible. Take two aspirin for excessive bleeding. The pope is here somewhere, clever little man with his glowing whales. The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog, to skedaddle from four baby seals living in our parking lot. Featuring none of the products shown here, it’s illegal to kick a baby elephant without Olympic elephant kicking shoes. How does it look on me after mail-in savings? Superman cried himself to sleep. The guy who invented the corn dog is right behind you; he rode a nine foot grizzly bear through an automatic car wash instead of taking a shower, and then skewered a man with the Eiffel tower. After beating the Sun in a dangerous staring contest, BigBird ran out of CornNuts, ending his feeding frenzy. Clap with one hand and dribble a football with the other. On the other hand, you have different fingers. Remain silent; anything you said has been misquoted. Tests show that 3 out of 4 people make up 75% of the world's population. Cars were invented to flee from Godzilla, who then invented car accidents, and doesn't own a can opener so he chews through the can. I eat my pizza shaken, not stirred. We’re seeking a stunt double for Optimus-Prime, who puts the FUN in Funeral. His boomerang was too scared to come back. When robots cross the street, the cars have to look both ways. The same robots visit an active volcano every morning to get some of the best espresso coffee on Earth. In an emergency, your ego can be used as a flotation device. Your money is safe and secure with a scam-o-rama checking card. Giving up is the easy weight-loss program, although you lose no weight. The grim reaper doesn't breathe, he holds air hostage and makes onions cry, and when his death quota is full he’ll use catch and release on aging cheetahs. When Mozart is ready to wake up, he tells the sun to get the above the horizon. Research of research causes cancer in rats that started out with nothing and still have most of it. Ehen renting a pizza, maintenance and repair is a very serious topic. Dogs IQ can be expressed simply as a sideways eight…without the eight. The ground beneath tugged in synch, cluttering the sun-drenched peace. The brain masticated, bliss sighed humorously. Industrial machinery transmitted. Rusty pipelines tumbled down like an addiction. Eternity threw the switch like a grand opera. Automated robots wheezed like flowers. Mysterious code perished. Today’s nightmare begins with a wet dog, a battle between a rubber piggy and a puppet moose; lastly the man-eating hamsters. Let's mingle with the producer, who calls herself the great frolicking mongoose. Subtitles in piggy grunts only. Lizards paraded today as their beloved talking coconut queen ate the world's supply of oil and then couldn't escape the tasty snack machine pelting her with rejected change. Then a taco did nothing. Such things happen, in the moonlight zone, we control the horizontal and vertical. Tuesday the FBI is looking for a shaved bear wearing a mask which looks like himself. Deep fried whale feet indeed. Let me tell you a story, nay a legendary tale, about giant waffles that put an end to the shaved bear terror. Ignoring the legendary tale, we turn the mic to Pablo who got slapped with a waffle made of soap made of sizzling bacon. I was banished to a planet of artificial beavers that can't shut their eyes forever, they have to breathe sometime. As a bonus gift, we'll be shutting down your electricity service for the next twenty years. This just in, I'm haunted by a dancing pig with a top hat and cane. We turn to some reporter who turns to another reporter who exploded so I guess there isn't any news today in the whole world. According to a crumpled piece of paper I found in my burrito, a hollowed out oil tanker makes for a handy storage bag. Yeah. In the ongoing battle against nature, we show you how to load flame throwers into a giant machine gun and that into a catapult with a pile of hot knives and aim it at an ant hill. This will either destroy the earth or just make the ants angry, either way you have done your part. Take caution, flame throwers have sharp edges, do not be tempted to eat them. Machine Guns are edible, chewable, and all around delightful to snack on while climbing Mount Everest on lunch break. Bring your spare hot knives to ward off penguin mobs and Abominable Yeti snow monsters. When asked why they terrorize humans, Mr. Snickers the Abominable snow monster simply said he was raised by Ants who were shamelessly slaughtered by humans and their flashy catapult technology. Just then, a mob of penguins held Mr. Snickers hostage for a bag of fish. In less recent news, just now The Borg, Robocop, The Terminator, and Honda Asimo broke into a lollipop shop and devoured all the cherry mints. Yeti cried a little. They then sat around playing spin the bottle until the Navy Seals, Army, Air Force, CIA, FBI, and Interpol showed up to join in on spin the bottle. It turns out that Robocop was thrown out of the game for only being part machine and thus cheating for the Army. The FBI argued it was a mix up in papers and everyone should be burned at the steak. Ears perking at the thought of tender steak, The Navy started a Barbeque to settle quarrels. A mob of penguins showed up with A1 sauce and everyone danced the night away. Even the nervous park squirrels joyfully frolicked about the spinning bottle, but they had a devious plan in store for humanity! Just then nothing happened, a whirlwind of nothing, so much that the sky was sunny and birds chirped unaware of the horrible nothingness. Mr. Snickers the snow monster sat licking his paws; as The Police, Firefighters, and Lifeguards, valiantly fought a horde of vicious space rats with the one wish of dressing up as penguins and eating fish all day long. Attacked by an evil girl scout with her foot stuck in the ground, a police man with a squid brain fought back with a dancing robot gopher, while eating amazing muffins paid for by the Exploding Muffin Corporation. Falling over a puppy brushing it's teeth is my favorite past time, says a stranger through a cardboard tube. With a clever plan of tossing a dog in a bag, Peter ate toast instead. You may razzle-dazzle me now, as written on a cheetah taco. We now join the mango fanatic Mr. Grumpy Snail as he puts away his fancy hat and learns to speak Spanish. On his first expedition to the center of the earth, limited only by miles of solid rock, Mr. Grumpy Snail realizes a turkey can only be tuned by a fresh mango. In the middle of a slow motion back flip, the moose with a rash became a librarian. Inflatable army tanks are no mess to deal with. A slippery frog in an Easter Bunny costume was giving out blankets that taste like chocolate milk. Airport lines break into song and dance at random, serving free ice cream to the tune of the national anthem. It's never the wrong time to search for treasure on the short drive from the U.S. to China. Water isn't allowed at the supermarket after the flood of '82. Baron Von Random Guy doesn't put up with the hullaballoo of a hootenanny.

I’ve been seeking you.
Infrequently I know where the map is stored.
You’re seeking detailed solutions to the quandaries.
I don’t always remember how to read the map you hide.
Integrated cybernetic formulas, complex mechanical optics, minimal safe systems, self building plans, structure.
Nothing has to make sense any more, the information floods out into the streets, alienating the man of sound mind.
Wondrous things humans have learned to use, development making good and bad use of cybernetics.
Falling apart at the sight of the bigger picture, we all tumble.
The stunned soul remaining, not numb, just there, just finding a way.
The soul that feels lost at times, no time line, no eyes, no lack of anything, whole but not.
The body is the problem.. This mind. This idea. This day. This sun. This room. This person., is there.
When one knows too much about the garment, yet never feels the texture.
The soul is made of itself. Of light? Awareness?
There are similar souls; it’s hard to get their bodies to trust.
Dear God my bleeding heart is in your hands.
Open my eyes to the many reasons to live.
Make me feel the love of others.
Use me as a tool to help you, to be your humble servant.
Thank you for intelligence, please give me knowledge.
Your bright glow in my soul keeps me alive,
Yet I still seek a partner on this earth,
Someone to protect me and I shall protect them.
I take a leap every day into an unknown place.
Allow me this moment to rest my human body.
I never asked to be alive, but I trust it was for a good reason.
As I open my eyes in the darkness, screams flood my mind...HELP ME!
I’m falling, flying, being thrown around, breaking myself, soaking in tears.
I have no d r e a m s today.
All around me, singing metal tunnels.
I watch my body slam against a frosty metal gate.
The impact brings me back inside my shell.
The loud noise sounds like a cracking bell.
Rivets wound my arm.
Blood smears as I feel for a handle on this arctic metal plane.
The warmth of the blood lets off steam on the ice.
Anything in this existence to hold onto, let me find it.
Any chance of staying in one place, as I slide around, drifting.
Gravity begins to press me up against the metallic plane, the pressure unbearable.
Still breathing slowly, nothing shocks me anymore.
I can still hear you crying in the forest as a child.
The gravitational pressure has left for now, so shall I drift away.
I know I’ll see you again one day.
When can I return to your world?
You’ll be sorry and I’ll comfort you.
Some day you will love me, you won’t send me back here.
I hear a low groan in the distance.
Then a glimmer of light, it makes me remember to breath.
I think I hear an engine starting up, creaks and low industrial tones.
Could there be life ahead, a beautiful soul to be with.
I have to keep hope or I’ll fade away.
This day won’t end for years.
This cage has no walls, just metal melting around me.
I just float, watch, fall through reality, phase in and out.
Through phantom-doors and moaning plastic tunnels.
It never ends. Not until my heart sleeps.
There is nothing for me in space.
I’ll find a loving soul to be with soon, it’s always soon.
My mind shatters into shards of light pulling me in numerous directions.
How long can a boy survive in nowhere?

Reality Distortion, an Original Poem by Royce Barber.
Sometimes when people are alone, they start to imagine their environment being torn apart, people laughing from the air vents, the windows and doors leading to giant dream lands. It doesn’t seem to matter if the person is really alone or just feeling lonely, even if there are friends around. Sometimes fear overcomes the mind and distorts reality to the point of nothing making sense anymore. Every sound you’ve ever heard plays back at once, pulsing, absorbing the air. Time itself changes; a minute can take an hour. The future, past, and present get tangled up in a mess of wires wrapped around your body. The sun darts all over the sky, normality melts into bare existence, no time, and no traffic. Humans are looked at as programmed computers, playing back video’s of what once were friends. Memories fade in and out. Big becomes small, dull objects become sharp and multiply. Windows appear on the floor, rooms seem like a maze, water drips from your fingers. Life seems so small; the Earth is just a flash of static noise, reflected off a dust particle floating into an empty infinity filled with transparent screaming anxiety.


Ending Days, an Original Poem by Royce Barber.
Wet leaves slapping me in the face, the humid air making my vision fade in and out, thorns gashing my legs. The heavens swirl with colors, spotted with lightning. The storm is moving in faster than I can walk to the caverns. My heart beating faster than it ever has, causing me to slip in the boiling mud. The ground gives out to earthquakes, war drums play in the distance, birds screeching as they fly into trees. A blast of shivering air shoots through me, momentarily freezing my blood. A crack of thunder blackens the filthy air. Here I give up, as mist lifts me towards the heavens, this is the last breath, my body so distant. May everyone under me see the light in this dark storm.
 

Emotional Turnaround. An Original Poem by Royce Barber.
I live where the reality of this world tastes harsh and sour. I illuminate the rotten caverns of the world, exposing the moral sickness and death covering our flesh. My spirit broken, I move on, as a soldier should. Tempted by illusions called cultural rituals and immediate gratification, I shake it off and move on. I hope to open the eyes of the living damned, yet knowing most of them are too far gone for salvation. Praying on my worn knees, my back in pain, my cell phone on mute… I patiently wait in silence, listening for clarity, listening for eternity to speak. Whispers within my mind act up, teasing and playing games, my imagination nervously clouding my meditation. Anxiety screams like an army of angry demons. A fog of darkness moves in, prepared to flood my heart with ten sins, and I rebuke it multiple times. The crust of worldly complications start to break apart, falling away from me. My eyes tightly shut, I see light, I see stone walls crumbling, revealing a soothing sight. I see a beautiful fire all around me, the flames all the colors of the rainbow, with no smoke. A voice in the fire puts me to rest, telling me I’m safe. My nerves calm, the fire a soft embrace around me. Life simplifies, my mind being healed from daily pressures. The fire tells me to move forward, to cause excitement, to spread the word of God. As my wet eyelids open, shards of light flood in. I see tree’s through the window, decorating their branches with flower blossoms. I hear birds swirling around the neighbors feeders. I stretch out on the floor and smile. I’m a soldier in the army of God, but that doesn’t mean I have to suffer my life away.


Sailing Condensation. An Original Poem by Royce Barber. Poem Written 5am. Sept 28, 2006. 23 years old.
Waters burning out the sun's reflection, steam choking me.
Your ship beyond the horizon, still tied to mine.
Groaning depths of ocean currents.
We have gone where the rusty sharks flee.
Salty fog between our once together hands.
Weathered rope.
Harpoon sinking down, down.
Murky black hole.
Seagulls falling on torn sails.
Beyond.
You, my anchor, have dissolved beyond sight.
No turning back, least I evaporate.
Is there an earth down beneath the waves.
My world flooded.
Liquid glass pull me under.
Dripping wet fingers twitch.
Does your ship float at the reverse end of our deteriorating rope.
Does it matter at this stage.
Who led me way out here?
Do I matter to you… In your swaying little boat.
Am I in your thoughts, your once lively smile.
Swimming with you was ecstasy.
These are not those brighter days, there is no sun here.
Angels swirl under the waves, watching from a distance.
Trying my abilities, testing my heart.
Magnificent ocean so turbulent, have mercy…
Does not the ocean have enough tears.
Belt of joyous stars ridicule my deathly sky.
Ice cold mist of tribulation, stabbing my weeping existence.
On this wary voyage, I'm forgotten even to the mindless fish.
Engines with no spark, heart soon to follow.
Condensation.
Absent from myself, I seek your moving warmth.
Bits of burning passion crumble and float around.
My rescuer… Are you well…
I struggle to not pity us.
Will not you look back at me. One glance?
Did you mean to lead me here, to protect me..or you.
Are these unforgiving waters not more harsh.
Drifting timbers of sunken cities.
Monstrous towers twisted and frail.
Are you back there… In the same waves as I…
Slippery soaked rope shall I sever you.
I would fight the sea for you.
Do you hold me back.
Love? What is love?
Do you…love.
Hold me.
Lightning dances through the layers of thick storm.
Chin dripping, fist clenched tight.
Cruel winds of the atmosphere.
Flashes of your bubbly mind give me a strand of hope.
Frayed.
Together we separate.
Ready to face forever, straight ahead.
Iceberg to pierce me any moment.
Grateful for the love I have felt… Still I pity you.
A storm of bursting water stings my thin flesh.
Pressure building above, take what remains of me.
Ice mountain draws near, frost satellites cracking the hull.
Senseless torment I allow myself.
Anxiety toys with my attempts.
The stars of my eyes are melting over my face.
This ship against the waves.
I gaze silent, twisted debate!
Pluck me from this snow downpour.
Engines spark one last time, before I let go of you.
Admire my pain at a distance, respectfully witness this!
I await you, when I learn to fly with these sails.
I will not be a fallen messenger… I will thrive!
The sun will live again, piercing the pale darkness.
My boat is sinking, your boat out of sight.
Memories come and go as I stand and perceive.…friendly faces.
Will they remember me if I fade away.
This is my time to live, as I face the ice.
Collide into me, I will hold you!
Right in our hands, we had one another…an age ago.
My heart can take this, eventually, I will ascend.
Tropical birds sing out past the rain.
As this blue world floods out into space.
Shall my tears be of joy or sorrow, I cannot decide.
Moving forward into the sunrise, a smile breaks out.
Sun... What more could I desire.

Metallic Universe. An Original Poem by Royce Barber.
Awaking, alone in the depths of a scar in the universe.
Tranquil stillness.
Everywhere leads to more empty everywhere.
Distant ringing of motion.
Stars pulse in and out, always moving so fast.
I want…to be a star.
I try to make my way to a group of lasting stars.
Senses form, air seeps into my mouth.
Blue skies fly in from distant universes.
Overwhelming new experiences.
What is this, what am I…
Your image sharpening from a blur in the light.
Explain this new world to me.
Textures of the sand, slippery wet grass.
Unyielding rock formations.
Bright, blinding orb to engulf it all.
Are you the owner of the Sun.
Tell me the secret of your Sun
I see the Sun in your skin
Sing until my eyes open to yours
Take me with you when you fly
Help me to grow in the friendly sun
I feel the sun on my neck
The sun is in my squinting eyes
Shine, sweet morning light
I now see mountains in the sky
You should have seen the sunrise
Blackness dissolves the atmosphere
Stars explode into lightning scratching the muddy skies
In this mist, I hope to see the same sun you do
Get me back to the place you held me
They say it’s over but we’re still living
It’s no longer invisible to me
Keep your eyes on me
You’ve gone much farther, too far
It does not mean a thing to you
As I cry all alone
I believe in the faith as it grows
The sea in the sky rips open
It does not mean a thing to me
You are here go to sleep in the silent breeze
Sleep blowing wind of the hills and valleys
Until the darkness drifts away
Burn bridges that led to negativity
Skies painted colors of the spring cliché
No escape from my visions of the world
Every one hears every little echo of rock falls
Around the world
You seem to understand
All the things you hold so dear are made of fog
Laugh hard it’s a long ways up the mountain.

This is the one poem that I do not feel I completely own. An abstract blend of popular music from all genre's. I mixed in my own lyrics, too. The eventual goal is to create software that generates music as it communicates an educational message for school students. One class, containing all subjects as one, using all the human senses at once. Part of a fully immersive virtual reality all-senses experience. Thus far that's simply a distant hope. Bits and pieces copyright to respective lyric writers. Enjoy the remix!

If we never make it ever, then it’s going to be ok with me, because if it’s not ok to fall sometimes, it’s not ok to be. If I get up I might fall down again, I have dared to climb, so let’s get up even if it’s the thirtieth time. It’s not about success; life is not a test. You don’t pass or fail; you just do your best to see the view from wings of courage, to push on through when we’re discouraged. It’s all about the try, all about the ride, learning how you were meant to touch the sky. Shine, make them wonder what you have, make them wish that they were not on the outside looking in. If they don’t want us, it doesn’t have to bring me down. Let them say we’re not stars; it’s not what we’re about. This is not your floor; you’re going higher than before. This my brand new day in the light coming over me, troubles rising up on the left and the right, I keep my eyes fixed on where I want to go, the rest will follow. This is my prayer without ceasing, the negative releasing, and as I rise above my burden is easing. You bring the pure flow like water all around; the rocks of life won’t pull me down. I let go of the things that weight me down and rob me of the beauty that’s to be found in life all around. My soul is at ease and I am free, this is my day, drinking from the river of life. I'm thinking about forever, feeling simple and clean. You see the trust in my eyes as the sky is falling. Have a party on a cloud of care, come and fly with me to my galaxy, take a trip to the sun, the super styling music beats are strong so lets have some fun. You help me remember how to smile, to make this all worthwhile. Life may end up a bit too heavy, things will turn out ok, don’t worry we’ll all float on anyway. Turning the negatives into positives. We are going to have to act if we want to live in a different world. Spirit and mind, live from innocence and sweetness, relieved to see the softer side. I'm a little bit of everything all rolled into one. Let me escape to your visions of the Sun. I will sing to you, the echo expanding the room. Tell me the talent of the Sun. It’s in you, not in me, but it does not mean a thing to me. I’m lost in my ways, deep in an awesome story. Take me back to proper ways. It’s so easy to find if you could remind me. We’re too close to the rain, let it go out further. Beings of the same universe, propelled out beyond vision. Don’t change the rules on me. You always were sweet, you’ll always be. There’s always something wholesome in you. Everything moves at just the right pace, at your home in the future. Won’t you come in, have a seat and let’s begin, sit back, relax. You think you saw, you did not see. As the screen of reality dissolves to fantasies, tuning out the false ideas. He is our first, last, and only line of defense. Flutes in the distance, always on the other side of the mountains. When I start to make you nervous, when I'm going to extremes, give me five minutes for normality to return. Rise and amplify it, a natural sound of the groove armada. If i could operate my world by remote control it wouldn’t have to be like this, I could have a hundred thousand things to do at my fingertips. Do you see in infrared, audio video in my head. Sitting on the edge of the bed, digital images in my head, I wish my dream was real instead. So many things to see, when are you going to message me, when are you going to be connected again, all your friends are waiting, you have to get online. The secret of the sun is in you, it’s not in me. I can hear you when you whisper, but you can’t even hear me screaming. In my field of paper flowers and candy clouds, I lye inside myself for hours, and watch my purple sky fly over me. You captivate me by your resonating mind. I walk alone to find myself, lost in shadows all my own. Don’t close your eyes, who knows what lye’s behind them. You may not remember dreaming, but the dreams remember you. Regardless of warnings, the future doesn’t scare me at all. Promise you’ll refrain from throwing yourself at the mercy of a train. Lord you do the thinking; I’ll just bite my time. A fourteen year old sitting in an electric chair. I will hold my head high; lift my hands up to the sky, rise above all trying to bring me down. Whatever they may throw at me, I will turn into a song for you. Now I know what it means to live for someone else, to give up yourself. Whatever’s good in me, is because you showed me how. I’ve got a golden ticket, a golden twinkle in my eye. I never dreamed that I would climb over the moon in ecstasy, but nevertheless its there that I’m shortly about to be. A Lion rose in the darkness, only he holds the key, a light to free me from my burden and grant me life eternally. I cry out to God seeking only his decision. Open your heart and push the limits. i bring the pure flow. this is my brand new day. My soul at ease. this is my prayer without ceasing. have i crossed the line. walk deep into the rain. taken into the heavens. To see through existence. Water all around. all the things she said. running through my head. captivate me by your resonating mind. more than just a fantasy. my heart skips a beat. glorify the lord. i’ll let you in. dance into the glowing mist. sparkling aqua-scape cavern. it’s in my praise. warming makes a humming sound. melted pathway cools into frosted glass. simple and clean is the way that you’re making me feel. whatever lies beyond this morning is a little later on. i like you the way you are. we have the gates of eternity in our eyes. i know exactly where i stand. the kisses of the sun were sweet. you elevate my soul. i was a key that could use a little turning. seems like i should be getting somewhere. can you help me remember how to smile. how on earth did i get so jaded. i know what no one else can know. whats another night all alone. the world is having more fun than me. i'll try to think about the last time i had a good time. nobody wants to be alone in the world. can we forget about the things i said. i didn't mean to call you that. i swear i knew it all along. i gave her all i had. my mind is set on overdrive. the clock is laughing in my face. fake a smile, avert disaster just in time. she makes me feel like its raining outside. lost the words, lost the nerve, lost the girl. a short story of a lonely guy who fell behind. hope still lingers on. could i should i apologize for sleeping on the couch that night. all i ever think about is this, all the tiring time between. i gave her all that i had to give, she still wouldn't take it no no. are we listening. have we eyes to see. love is gathering. to see my world i know. you think you won, and then its all gone. its not so bad, you think about it, i should have drove all night, would of run all the lights, i was misunderstood. she gathers rain. i wont waste myself on you. whatever you do, dont tell anyone. you're the one. have to laugh at myself, while the tears roll down, cause its the world i know. you knew your lies would divide us but you lied anyway. Tomorrow she'll be a whore, nobody ever told her its the wrong way. if i could just rewind. if i could turn back time you'd still be mine. i'll take everything from the inside and throw it all away cause i swear for the last time i wont trust myself with you, tension is building inside steadily. a secret i cannot say. shall we gather at the river of forgiveness, the waters' fine, flowin' like a fountain from the mercy giver. we've been hypnotized by the world, listening to the demons crawling up the stairs. welcome to the fallout, you passed the tryout, its time to cry out, shout the truth to the world. fire falling from the sky. im thankful for every clean breath i take. i'll take it as it comes. take me under your wing. will you accept my apology. nobody blinks at anything i do until i claim the resurrection is true. i wana shine so bright, but i cant walk straight in broad daylight. i wont back down, im yours forever, i know you love me jesus, i know you listen to my cry. could i disappear. she cries out to god in heaven since she was 11, for someone to let her laugh a little, she's so broken apart and wants to feel alright, if i took a little time to talk she could run but lets teach her how to walk. could i rest in the shadow of your face, would i live long, would you find me here. right now the world needs a hero, maybe thats me but i have voices in my head. this mirror gets clearer, its a tangled web. i need to be broken. we could change history, if only you and me. let your light shine through. will i wake up, stop floating in my dreams. stand up, do something with your life. We’re all scared, gotta wonder whats out there. stand up and be counted. take my soul lord. be the corner stone, be the foundation, my fortress walls. everyone wants to play, but they cant play the game, they fight when they form a line, they wana play now like they never played before. they dont wana life, they just wana put up a fight. they'll learn, if they have to lose again and again. forward motion is harder than it sounds, when i get my sight level i have to turn myself around. i was just a face in the crowd, losing touch, on my own, but then you went out of your way to give me love. i met the son of god today, he said i forgive you for my pain. take my life, take my might, take my soul, take my will, 'cause i am giving it all to you. all i was trying to do was save my own skin, so were you, we were so far away from glory. dreaming of Zion, sleeping away, a zombie in the day, not sure what to say. when you come to, I’ll read you, we'll disappear from the fear, where do we go from here. what will people think when they find out i'm a Jesus freak, i don't really care. people say I'm strange, does it make me a stranger, my best friend was born in a manger. my only reason is good as gold. I'll teach your head to speak salvation to the nation. our gifts don't mean nothin' unless you know the code, that code is Jesus. up with Jesus, down with sin. the word is clear, easy to see, only Christ can set you free. slam the devil on his back. I love Jesus, how about you. alpha and omega, being and the end, Yahweh is the everlasting light. yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead. this is your life and today is all you have now. don't close your eyes, today is all you'll ever have. yesterday is a kid in the corner, yesterday is dead and over. this is your life, are you who you want to be, is it everything you dreamed it would be, when the world was younger and you had everything to lose. where do we go from here. my fears become my stepping stones, Jesus hold me, i'm broken down, I’m crying for your help. the fires blaze cannot touch me, for i know you'll save me, when i cry to you lord hold me.
So you want to change the world, what are you waiting for, it only takes one voice.
We are spiritual beings having a human experience. Believing is seeing. One day every knee will bow but I choose now.