Mr Stan is a man with a plan. multiple plans actually, all filed away in his head; factually. One day he decided to make one come true, and who would've thought space? Really, Who? He wanted to shoot up into the atmosphere. Pass all small moons and all them into strathe will take! He thought. His plan was flawless in every which way. working in his office he had all supplies. From windmills to big bills and even a meat grill (which has been donated from the nice goodwill.) Yes his daddy once hoarded all junk like this.from brazil nuts to robots to peanuts too- hmm. Yes his daddy was prepared and so was young Stanford. To take a long journey that wasn’t just standard. So Stan built his rocket. worked on it day and night. Until he had something with greatness and height.after months and months, of oil mines and gas stations, everyone could see it and said: congratulations. But one old sap with a nose like a trumpet, said I’m from the government, and you friend, must dump it! Stan was heart broken and kicked He tried to find loopholes... and he sure did! He found one nice lawyer who had the same dream. And the esteem he remembered when another said no.and he wanted revenge, and he too hated that manifesto.so they went into court and the arguments stood. The government’s was good. But not possible to compare it to dreams that had stood. So stan got on his rocket.blasted to the sky.with him and his lawyer with dreams that did fly!
THE BEAST
Dear friend, I mean not to alarm
or do your disposition harm.
But all around us, near and far,
lurk creatures gruesome and bizarre.
You may not even be aware
(indeed some folks seem not to care!)
That such foul beasts, such monsters rank
Reside in shadows dark and dank.
They lie in wait, they slink, they creep
prepared to pounce,to lunge, to leap.
To sink their claws into your flesh,
To feast on all victims fresh.
And even when they hide away,
A stench like theirs does betray;
A rancid stink, a bilious scent,
Foreshadowing their ill intent.
My friend don’t think you are immune!
Your day of judgement will come soon.
You’ll sense the creature drawing near,
And turn to run in abject fear.
By then though it will be too late.
A close encounter is your fate.
Your screams of terror will not matter…
They just exist to make him fatter.
Why must toasters burn toast!?
Why does flour taste weird and dry?
Why is the world's imperfection tolerable?
The world is like my family.
My family is like my house
My house is like my world.
The imperfections,the world's connections,like an inspection of resurrection.
Imperfections a part of life,the interconnections,of attentions,
So imperfect,
So my word,
So… perfect.
8 THOUSAND YEARS AGO.
Sometimes I sit and wonder about stuff I don’t know,
Like what the heck happened 8 thousand years ago.
Did sharks eat dinosaurs? Did flowers even grow?
Well we could guess but that happened 8 thousand years ago.
Was there such things restaurant? Did cavemen even go? I wish I knew what happened but that was years ago. Did giant roaches rule the earth? Was there the time or place? I wonder what the story was 8 thousand years ago.
Poem 2
The biggest question of all: Why?
The question the question, the million dollar obsession, the profession of saying just yes and no. Sometimes it’s affection, sometimes it’s oppression, though the art form is so simply discretion...
But mostly just a suggestion.
From the session of positive digestion to the slightly slower intention of regression there's always that section of confession and perception.when the real question of all is… why?
My brother; dear brother; oh, that’s who's coming? Oh brother.
yes my one and only brother, raised by my one and only mother,has been de-smothered of any intellectual butter.
but when you discover your brother who is the equivalent of an utter is going undercover to spot out a lover… you just can’t comprehend the feelings of the cutter you hired to bring peace to your life. ‘Cause it feels like annoying can you go since he’t ever grow. So please,please,please, stop bro.(my migraine is escalated TO. THE. MAX!!!)
Garage band: the band that can make any sound; a crack from a symbol, a song from billy joel; they can do it all.so get ready for a rhythm, get ready for a beat; get ready to feel the ultimate heat,as they perform live, online.yes this is truly magical, from extratical to radical; get ready for the concert of a lifetime.so turn up your speaker, stereo, or radio cause you can do it too. Yes it is a magical band; confined on your computer, commanded with your hand.
THE PEN.
Thar she sits- the pen. Cap closed. The insides-hosed.
hosed with ink,cartridge and ball.
the ball-the tip,the extra crispy dip.
that the cap protects from being out too long.
ah ha! The cap-the whole darn wrap that covers it up and you always find them alone...along with C###! And last but not least, the body of the pen.the barrel!. long and narrow like a revolver. The good stuff,the impact,is locked inside and the hide is where you always hold it from. sittin on the couch though,anyone can use it bro, even the dog,yo.the shadow, the glimmering sun, shining so the ink might run.
Protests in France Draw Tear Gas From Police.
Shouts, -BOOM- french police vs good people.protesting for what is right. First,the yellow jacket movement, and now this. A converged civil war in Paris; We will fight back against the water cannons, we will fight against the police! But.. why fight each other? It’s as stupid as A competition, who ever's country GDP is highest wins! well, we’ve already got a bunch of store owners in this mob… “let’s make our GDP higher! “YAAAAY”
THE PLACE.
sometimes, I like to escape my past, of my annoying brother,
the smell of my dogs fish breath;
and live in a place where me and my dad only exist.-a place where I can search thoroughly for strange and beautiful thoughts,
and dreaming up scenarios only possible to see in your head.
Yes- this is a magical place.
a place called thought.
the exquisite patriot is eating his muffin and bread
while singing piano man spontaneously and his robo vocal chords sail softly through the wind like a debilitated nuisance who is also a ######### searching rapidly within a packed credenza for a weapon to defend himself against a masochist.(symbolically)