In a little town with lots of hills there was a small cottage next to a small field with a pen full of goats. (Imagine a picture of a bright cottage in the middle of a vegetable patch.) The cottage had lots of tiny flowers and green vines growing all over. I was quite a sight compared to the drab scenery of the brown and tan fields. In this cottage lived Peaches the fox. She was proud of her pretty cottage, her field full of vegetables, and her goats.
One day Peaches noticed that all of her goats were running all over the field. They had gotten out of their pen and were eating and trampling on all of her carrots and lettuce. (Insert picture of goats running amuck.) She ran as fast as she could out of her cottage and into the field. Peaches went right into the middle of all the goats. She put both her hands on her hips and yelled as loud as she could, “Goats, get back in your pen!!”
The goats made no sounds but the sounds of their chewing and stomping. She looked around and rumpled her brow. All of her beautiful vegetables were being ruined. She tried once more and yelled again louder than before. This time she put her hands on either side of her mouth to amplify the sound. “Goats, I say, get back into your pen at this instant!!” She yelled so loud that the hills shook a little.
The goats continued eating and stomping. Peaches blew a sharp breath out of her nose and ran back to her cottage. When she reached she looked back at her field and started to cry. She saw all her goats ruining all of her hard work. She sat down on a little patch of flowers on the side of the walkway to her pretty cottage. She put her head down and sobbed into her lap.
Miss Starr the Tortoise was walking down the lane and heard crying up ahead. He was curious as to where it was coming from and when he rounded the corner he saw Peaches the fox crying in front of her colorful cottage. Miss Starr asked Peaches why she was crying.
“All of my goats won’t get back into there pen and they are ruining my field.”
“I can try if you like, Peaches.”
“The won’t listen to me, Miss Starr, they just want to eat and stomp.” Peaches sobbed more and more.
“Peaches let me try and you will see.” Misses Starr walked into the field and went to the misbehaving goats. He put both of his hands up in the air and said real stern like a teacher, “In to the Pen now!”
The goats just ate and stomped. Misses Starr looked puzzled and then went to Peaches and started crying with her. They sat on the little patch of flowers and cried for the goats. They both looked up when they heard a small but squeaky voice ask what they were crying about.
Misses Starr answered to Malaika the mouse, “All of Peaches’ goats will not go back into the pen and they are eating and stomping all of her vegetables.” Peaches sniffed and looked at the goats.
“Should I try and get them back into the pen?” Malaika the mouse squeaked.
“They only eat and stomp, but you can try.” Peaches sobbed more.
Malaika went to the field and started jumping on her tiny legs and saying real loud with her squeaky voice, “Goats! Get back into your pen! Goats, get back!” Her voice was so squeaky that the flowers on the cottage gave a leap. The goats did nothing but eat and stomp.
Malaika went to the little patch of flowers and sat with the others and started to cry. They sat and cried together not knowing what to do next when all of a sudden a little fly hovered right by them.
“What are you all crying about?” Asked Jewel the fly.
Malaika the mouse told her that the goats would not get back into their pen.
“Maybe I can get them back in?” Buzzed Jewel.
The three of them laughed and told Jewel that she has much to small of a voice to get them back into the pen.
“I can try.” Jewel said and buzzed off to the field. The others watched and started crying more knowing that the little fly would not be able to get all those goats back into the pen. They would just eat and stomp forever.
Jewel went to one of the goats and buzzed real quiet in his ear, “Will you go back into you pen, please?” Just then all of the goats started running towards the pen. Every last one of them.
Monday, October 1, 2007
Wheely Cwazy
With your big fat wheels. That is what he said to me that night. And I was thinking…well if I was even thinking through that haze that I call sleep-ee-ness. Anyway, I was wondering if he was calling me fat, or if he was singing a song. I didn’t know. It kinda sounded like a line from a new song on the radio. It is by Nappy Roots, and is called Country Boyz. But he wasn’t singing, he was just saying it. I was confused. I was trying to see if he was bobbing his head as to get a feel for his intentions of the aforementioned statement. Then I began to rationalize. I am not really that fat. And nor do I have wheels. Big fat wheels, at that.
I looked at him one more time and asked him a simple question, what. He then laughed and threw up his hands in a gesture somewhat like a referee for a football game, or maybe even one of those guys wearing the earmuffs at the airport directing planes. He repeated once again, with your big fat wheels. I now was not only confused but also thoroughly annoyed.
We were in the car driving to who knows where, so I couldn’t exactly strangle him there. I had to keep my hands on the wheel, 10 and 2. Isn’t that what they say? Well anyway, I had to really try not to scream and act like a fool. I didn’t want him to think I was crazy. I had the responsibility of a large metal, potentially deadly, machine in my hands. I also had the even more scary responsibility of this guy sitting in the passenger’s seat calling my wheels fat.
My passenger confused me a little because, although I knew him, I felt as if I didn’t recognize him. I don’t know how to explain it. But it was as if I knew him because he was in my car, not because we had formerly met. He looked a little like Malik from the Real World, but he wasn’t. He apparently was my friend or else he wouldn’t be in my car calling me fat and then gesturing weirdly when I questioned him on it. And I don’t remember making friends with any Real World cast members.
My Real World passenger said, this time with his head tilted up a little and with a wider mouth, with your big fat wheels. After he finished he kept his head tilted. I just stared at my non-reciprocating passenger. I was really trying to understand what he was trying to communicate to me. If he were singing a song he would be using more words and using them in some sort of melody. I really was perplexed as we zoomed down the anonymous road.
Then, it dawned on me. He was not calling me fat, but dubbing my wheels fat. And, as far as I could tell, I did not have any wheels; but my car did. My trusty car had wheels, but did it have fat wheels? Over the past 2 years that I have had my car I had never thought about the wheels, and never had I thought about them being big and fat. So all I had to do to solve this tense mystery was to simply look at my wheels.
I realized that I had to do this in a manner that was not too suspicious. I did not want my passenger to know that I was lost in the conversation. If you could even call it that. I looked over at my passenger. He was smiling like an idiot looking straight ahead at the road. If I rolled my window down, he would see me, he would notice for sure. I had to get a look. I thought of a brilliant plan. I would distract him momentarily while looking out the window at my supposed big fat wheels.
My passenger I knew to be a huge fan of Mother’s Cookies. So what better way to distract him than a delicious sighting of a scrumptious home baked good? I screamed with delight towards my passenger’s window, look, look, I see a big bag of Mother’s Cookies, UNATTENDED! He immediately zipped his head around and looked out his window asking where as he turned. I said, there, as I pushed the smooth button that directed my window to slide down quietly. He was saying, where, where? I then poked my head out of my window, the warm but intense breeze making it hard for me to breathe normally. I wrenched my head all of the way out so I could get ready to look down without crashing into oncoming traffic or perhaps an old oak tree with many knots. It was hard to keep my hands on 10 and 2 while committing this act of pseudo-acrobatics, but I managed.
There we were driving on some old highway in the middle of somewhere, a warm breeze was present but I don’t remember if it was summer or spring or maybe just a warm winter night. I heard Hawaii is warm in the winter. Anyway, there I was driving my car with my head sticking way out of the window ready to get a glance at my wheels, while my passenger was frantically looking out of his window for that lonely box of Mother’s yummy Cookies. I had to look. It was now or never.
Against the wind, I turned my head out towards the open road. I caught sight of a car coming my way on the opposite side. It was far away so all I could tell was that the car coming was a white-ish Jeep thing. I could see the driver swaying back and forth in a jerky fashion as if she was trying to dance to some hip-hop song. I seemed to be so much higher than the Jeep, which was weird, because all I was driving was a small Honda Accord.
As the Jeep drew closer the driver started to look scared and started waving. I didn’t want to seem impolite so I waved back. Then I remembered the task at hand: looking at my wheels. I glanced one last time at the Jeep approaching, only this time the driver was honking insanely at me. How rude! I looked at my passenger and he now had his window down and was craning his neck around to get a look at the long lost Cookies he so craved. I thought that I had better hurry and look or else he will know that I am just distracting him.
I looked. With the Jeep’s horn sounding away I saw my wheels. My friggin BIG FAT WHEELS. They were huge. They were like those wheels you see on those monster trucks. How could I have not noticed them before now? There they were huge and fat, just rolling down the highway without a care in the world. My passenger tugged on my shoulder and yelled, with your big fat wheels. He smiled like an idiot, that Malik look alike. I turned back out towards the road; the Jeep’s driver honking her horn like a madman. Then the Jeep was there, and I mean there. WHAM! My face met with the rack of the Jeep. My head smashed back as the car lurched forward.
I flew forward and was entangled in a blanket wet with my own sweat. I was confused, and I touched my face. It was covered in bandages. There was music blaring. I shook my head and realized I was in a very white room and on a bed. I rubbed my eyes and wanted to see where all the music was coming from. I looked up and saw a TV playing a music video. It was one of those TV’s that are mounted way up on the wall so the picture looks way too small. It was playing that new Nappy Roots video. With your big fat wheels was resounding in my head. I remembered that I could turn the sound off with a remote. I searched for it, and found it under my left elbow, all the buttons being depressed. I turned the sound down; it had been all the way up.
A man in a white coat with a friendly face came in through the door across the white room. He came and fiddled with stuff next to my bed and wrote things down on a clipboard. I couldn’t remember what I was doing here. I wondered where my Malik passenger went. I wondered where my big fat wheels went. I wondered why this man in a white coat wasn’t talking to me. I tried to talk but it made my face hurt even to begin to talk. I wanted to know what happened to me and how I got here. I wanted to know what here was.
I untied myself from my blanket and looked around the room. White. Clean. Like a hospital maybe. I didn’t know. There was nothing personal to me. The stand to the right of me had a glass of water and a to my surprise, a purple lei. I didn’t know if it was mine or not. The man in the white coat left without saying anything to me, leaving a slight odor of coffee and disinfectant in the air.
I attempted to sit up. I could. I then brought my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. Aside from my aching face, the rest of my body seemed to respond. I walked to the one window on the far right wall. I was humming that song.
Outside the window I couldn’t recognize. The scenery wasn’t familiar. Just a small parking lot. Then I spotted something very familiar, my car. I wondered if I drove myself here. Why was my car here? Was I crazy or hurt? I was confused. Even though I didn’t know anything I still smiled like an idiot through the tight bandages. There was my car parked right out side, with its small black wheels.
I looked at him one more time and asked him a simple question, what. He then laughed and threw up his hands in a gesture somewhat like a referee for a football game, or maybe even one of those guys wearing the earmuffs at the airport directing planes. He repeated once again, with your big fat wheels. I now was not only confused but also thoroughly annoyed.
We were in the car driving to who knows where, so I couldn’t exactly strangle him there. I had to keep my hands on the wheel, 10 and 2. Isn’t that what they say? Well anyway, I had to really try not to scream and act like a fool. I didn’t want him to think I was crazy. I had the responsibility of a large metal, potentially deadly, machine in my hands. I also had the even more scary responsibility of this guy sitting in the passenger’s seat calling my wheels fat.
My passenger confused me a little because, although I knew him, I felt as if I didn’t recognize him. I don’t know how to explain it. But it was as if I knew him because he was in my car, not because we had formerly met. He looked a little like Malik from the Real World, but he wasn’t. He apparently was my friend or else he wouldn’t be in my car calling me fat and then gesturing weirdly when I questioned him on it. And I don’t remember making friends with any Real World cast members.
My Real World passenger said, this time with his head tilted up a little and with a wider mouth, with your big fat wheels. After he finished he kept his head tilted. I just stared at my non-reciprocating passenger. I was really trying to understand what he was trying to communicate to me. If he were singing a song he would be using more words and using them in some sort of melody. I really was perplexed as we zoomed down the anonymous road.
Then, it dawned on me. He was not calling me fat, but dubbing my wheels fat. And, as far as I could tell, I did not have any wheels; but my car did. My trusty car had wheels, but did it have fat wheels? Over the past 2 years that I have had my car I had never thought about the wheels, and never had I thought about them being big and fat. So all I had to do to solve this tense mystery was to simply look at my wheels.
I realized that I had to do this in a manner that was not too suspicious. I did not want my passenger to know that I was lost in the conversation. If you could even call it that. I looked over at my passenger. He was smiling like an idiot looking straight ahead at the road. If I rolled my window down, he would see me, he would notice for sure. I had to get a look. I thought of a brilliant plan. I would distract him momentarily while looking out the window at my supposed big fat wheels.
My passenger I knew to be a huge fan of Mother’s Cookies. So what better way to distract him than a delicious sighting of a scrumptious home baked good? I screamed with delight towards my passenger’s window, look, look, I see a big bag of Mother’s Cookies, UNATTENDED! He immediately zipped his head around and looked out his window asking where as he turned. I said, there, as I pushed the smooth button that directed my window to slide down quietly. He was saying, where, where? I then poked my head out of my window, the warm but intense breeze making it hard for me to breathe normally. I wrenched my head all of the way out so I could get ready to look down without crashing into oncoming traffic or perhaps an old oak tree with many knots. It was hard to keep my hands on 10 and 2 while committing this act of pseudo-acrobatics, but I managed.
There we were driving on some old highway in the middle of somewhere, a warm breeze was present but I don’t remember if it was summer or spring or maybe just a warm winter night. I heard Hawaii is warm in the winter. Anyway, there I was driving my car with my head sticking way out of the window ready to get a glance at my wheels, while my passenger was frantically looking out of his window for that lonely box of Mother’s yummy Cookies. I had to look. It was now or never.
Against the wind, I turned my head out towards the open road. I caught sight of a car coming my way on the opposite side. It was far away so all I could tell was that the car coming was a white-ish Jeep thing. I could see the driver swaying back and forth in a jerky fashion as if she was trying to dance to some hip-hop song. I seemed to be so much higher than the Jeep, which was weird, because all I was driving was a small Honda Accord.
As the Jeep drew closer the driver started to look scared and started waving. I didn’t want to seem impolite so I waved back. Then I remembered the task at hand: looking at my wheels. I glanced one last time at the Jeep approaching, only this time the driver was honking insanely at me. How rude! I looked at my passenger and he now had his window down and was craning his neck around to get a look at the long lost Cookies he so craved. I thought that I had better hurry and look or else he will know that I am just distracting him.
I looked. With the Jeep’s horn sounding away I saw my wheels. My friggin BIG FAT WHEELS. They were huge. They were like those wheels you see on those monster trucks. How could I have not noticed them before now? There they were huge and fat, just rolling down the highway without a care in the world. My passenger tugged on my shoulder and yelled, with your big fat wheels. He smiled like an idiot, that Malik look alike. I turned back out towards the road; the Jeep’s driver honking her horn like a madman. Then the Jeep was there, and I mean there. WHAM! My face met with the rack of the Jeep. My head smashed back as the car lurched forward.
I flew forward and was entangled in a blanket wet with my own sweat. I was confused, and I touched my face. It was covered in bandages. There was music blaring. I shook my head and realized I was in a very white room and on a bed. I rubbed my eyes and wanted to see where all the music was coming from. I looked up and saw a TV playing a music video. It was one of those TV’s that are mounted way up on the wall so the picture looks way too small. It was playing that new Nappy Roots video. With your big fat wheels was resounding in my head. I remembered that I could turn the sound off with a remote. I searched for it, and found it under my left elbow, all the buttons being depressed. I turned the sound down; it had been all the way up.
A man in a white coat with a friendly face came in through the door across the white room. He came and fiddled with stuff next to my bed and wrote things down on a clipboard. I couldn’t remember what I was doing here. I wondered where my Malik passenger went. I wondered where my big fat wheels went. I wondered why this man in a white coat wasn’t talking to me. I tried to talk but it made my face hurt even to begin to talk. I wanted to know what happened to me and how I got here. I wanted to know what here was.
I untied myself from my blanket and looked around the room. White. Clean. Like a hospital maybe. I didn’t know. There was nothing personal to me. The stand to the right of me had a glass of water and a to my surprise, a purple lei. I didn’t know if it was mine or not. The man in the white coat left without saying anything to me, leaving a slight odor of coffee and disinfectant in the air.
I attempted to sit up. I could. I then brought my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. Aside from my aching face, the rest of my body seemed to respond. I walked to the one window on the far right wall. I was humming that song.
Outside the window I couldn’t recognize. The scenery wasn’t familiar. Just a small parking lot. Then I spotted something very familiar, my car. I wondered if I drove myself here. Why was my car here? Was I crazy or hurt? I was confused. Even though I didn’t know anything I still smiled like an idiot through the tight bandages. There was my car parked right out side, with its small black wheels.
“1 MINUTE”
A LIFE IS NURTURED
NEGLECT SETS IN.
TICK-TOCK
5 SECONDS IS BEHIND US,
WE RUN TO CATCH UP.
PLANT A SEED, SOILED,
ONLY TO BE A TOOL.
WE SIT AND REST.
TICK-TOCK
10 SECONDS PASSES.
FIRE GROPES ITS FUMBLIMG HANDS OVER THE EARTH,
THE OMNICIENT OCEAN DOUSING ITS HOPES.
WE GIGGLE IN PERVERSED DELIGHT.
TICK-TOCK
20 SECONDS BURNS ITS MARK.
A LIGHT GOES ON IN SOMEONES HEAD,
THEN TUNRED OFF BY GREED.
MONEY COMES, WITHOUT DREAMS.
TICK-TOCK
40 SECONDS IS BOUGHT AND SOLD.
A KNIFE IS SOMEONES BACK,
SORRY IS SPOKEN, WHILE THE KNIFE HIDDEN.
TICK-TOCK
50 SECONDS IS CUT AWAY.
A CHILD ASKS A QUESTION NEVER TO BE ANSWERED.
IGNORED, TEARS POOL.
TICK-TOCK
60 SECONDS IS WASHED AWAY.
AWAY, IT SLIPS INTO THE PAST,
DEVOURED BY ANGERED HUNGER.
GONE.
TICK-TOCK
TICK-TOCK
NEGLECT SETS IN.
TICK-TOCK
5 SECONDS IS BEHIND US,
WE RUN TO CATCH UP.
PLANT A SEED, SOILED,
ONLY TO BE A TOOL.
WE SIT AND REST.
TICK-TOCK
10 SECONDS PASSES.
FIRE GROPES ITS FUMBLIMG HANDS OVER THE EARTH,
THE OMNICIENT OCEAN DOUSING ITS HOPES.
WE GIGGLE IN PERVERSED DELIGHT.
TICK-TOCK
20 SECONDS BURNS ITS MARK.
A LIGHT GOES ON IN SOMEONES HEAD,
THEN TUNRED OFF BY GREED.
MONEY COMES, WITHOUT DREAMS.
TICK-TOCK
40 SECONDS IS BOUGHT AND SOLD.
A KNIFE IS SOMEONES BACK,
SORRY IS SPOKEN, WHILE THE KNIFE HIDDEN.
TICK-TOCK
50 SECONDS IS CUT AWAY.
A CHILD ASKS A QUESTION NEVER TO BE ANSWERED.
IGNORED, TEARS POOL.
TICK-TOCK
60 SECONDS IS WASHED AWAY.
AWAY, IT SLIPS INTO THE PAST,
DEVOURED BY ANGERED HUNGER.
GONE.
TICK-TOCK
TICK-TOCK
7/21/96
NUMB
Am I here?
Sometimes my head says I’m not.
So not here that my eyes can’t see
but my hands, my ears, my nose, my tongue
can see.
Where am I?
I am not where I am.
The door, the threshold I must cross,
is far away, but I can’t see it.
I can feel it, hear it, smell it, lick it.
Why?
Because I cannot see myself.
I am blind from confusion, maybe…
I reach only to what I cannot reach so
I’m sure I wont get it.
Who is she?
Is she a woman, such a woman to walk.
A blind lady with a dog.
She is emotionless, her dog pulls her
towards the door.
Where will I go?
I will go where I’m told.
Through doors with no meaning,
without the threshold I need…
Am I here?
Reality’s grip is letting go.
I am falling faster into doors,
Or are they traps…
That’s funny, I can’t tell.
Can Anyone?
3/26/96
Sometimes my head says I’m not.
So not here that my eyes can’t see
but my hands, my ears, my nose, my tongue
can see.
Where am I?
I am not where I am.
The door, the threshold I must cross,
is far away, but I can’t see it.
I can feel it, hear it, smell it, lick it.
Why?
Because I cannot see myself.
I am blind from confusion, maybe…
I reach only to what I cannot reach so
I’m sure I wont get it.
Who is she?
Is she a woman, such a woman to walk.
A blind lady with a dog.
She is emotionless, her dog pulls her
towards the door.
Where will I go?
I will go where I’m told.
Through doors with no meaning,
without the threshold I need…
Am I here?
Reality’s grip is letting go.
I am falling faster into doors,
Or are they traps…
That’s funny, I can’t tell.
Can Anyone?
3/26/96
EXASPERATED IRE
A fist represents anger.
Anger turns into rage, a swirling black pit of emotion.
The fist swings, a victim falls, swallowed by the darkness.
Anger prevails, pulsates for a moment then diminishes.
Sorrow envelopes the fist.
Guilt seeps through the creases of the fingers.
Fingers grasp at the emotion, only to miss.
Maybe guilt, but sorrow.
Sorrow soon sets into anger.
A fist swings again, only a test, but another victim will soon fall in a pit, with eerie black.
Anger is strong, like a fist.
7/21/93
Anger turns into rage, a swirling black pit of emotion.
The fist swings, a victim falls, swallowed by the darkness.
Anger prevails, pulsates for a moment then diminishes.
Sorrow envelopes the fist.
Guilt seeps through the creases of the fingers.
Fingers grasp at the emotion, only to miss.
Maybe guilt, but sorrow.
Sorrow soon sets into anger.
A fist swings again, only a test, but another victim will soon fall in a pit, with eerie black.
Anger is strong, like a fist.
7/21/93
Boxed Warriors
We are warriors.
We come in a box, like
A postage box delivered to
A desert plain. We don’t
Know where we’ll end up.
But we will be somewhere.
We will always be warriors.
Fighting for rights, and food.
Pretending we are
Not warriors by putting on
Thin pieces of cloth, using
It as a shield away from
Reality.
We, the
Warriors,
Must learn to accept
Our delivery box and
The weapons that come
Stashed away within the
Intricate fibers.
Cherish those weapons,
For we are warriors.
And the fight will never be over.
We come in a box, like
A postage box delivered to
A desert plain. We don’t
Know where we’ll end up.
But we will be somewhere.
We will always be warriors.
Fighting for rights, and food.
Pretending we are
Not warriors by putting on
Thin pieces of cloth, using
It as a shield away from
Reality.
We, the
Warriors,
Must learn to accept
Our delivery box and
The weapons that come
Stashed away within the
Intricate fibers.
Cherish those weapons,
For we are warriors.
And the fight will never be over.
6/20/94
BLACKNESS
SWIRLING BLACK IS ALL AROUND
BLACK IS EVERYWHERE,
IT SMOTHERS ME AND HOLDS ON TIGHT
NEVER LETTING GO.
IF I FIGHT I KNOW I’LL LOSE
TRY, I NEVER DO,
THE BATTLE IS ALREADY LOST
BEFORE EVENS EVEN THROUGH.
FIGURES OF DISTORTED DREAMS
LURK ABOUT MY HEAD,
IT IS MUCH TO DARK FOR ME TO SEE
ALL THE HARM IT’S SHED.
AS SOON AS I BEGIN TO SEE
THE LITTLEST OF LIGHT,
THE COLOR BEGINS TO FADE BACK TO
THE DARKNESS OF THE NIGHT.
4/4/95
BLACK IS EVERYWHERE,
IT SMOTHERS ME AND HOLDS ON TIGHT
NEVER LETTING GO.
IF I FIGHT I KNOW I’LL LOSE
TRY, I NEVER DO,
THE BATTLE IS ALREADY LOST
BEFORE EVENS EVEN THROUGH.
FIGURES OF DISTORTED DREAMS
LURK ABOUT MY HEAD,
IT IS MUCH TO DARK FOR ME TO SEE
ALL THE HARM IT’S SHED.
AS SOON AS I BEGIN TO SEE
THE LITTLEST OF LIGHT,
THE COLOR BEGINS TO FADE BACK TO
THE DARKNESS OF THE NIGHT.
4/4/95
Muffet
Big Mr. Muffet
stood on a Tuffet
making some hands and eggs.
Along came his friend Jim
Who sat down beside him
and started to chew on his leg!
4/19/95
stood on a Tuffet
making some hands and eggs.
Along came his friend Jim
Who sat down beside him
and started to chew on his leg!
4/19/95
MASTER MANANIMAL
Animate Mananimal Mattress if Nerves
Manipulator Motor and Motive Maker
Mammalian Matrix Mat of Rivers Red
Mortal Manic Morsel Mover Shaker
Material-Master Masticator Oxygen-Eater
Mountain-Mounter Mapper Penetrator
In Monster Metal Mantle of the Air
Massive Water-Surgeon Prestidigitator
Machinist Mason Menon-Mixer Marble-Heaver
Coiner Carver Cities-Idols-Atom-Smasher
Electric Lever Metric Alchemist
Mental Amazer Ignorant Incubator
Cannibal Automananimal Callous Calculator
Milky Magnetic Man Innocent Innovator
Malleable Mammal Mercurial and Material
Master Animal and Animaetherial
2/5/95
Manipulator Motor and Motive Maker
Mammalian Matrix Mat of Rivers Red
Mortal Manic Morsel Mover Shaker
Material-Master Masticator Oxygen-Eater
Mountain-Mounter Mapper Penetrator
In Monster Metal Mantle of the Air
Massive Water-Surgeon Prestidigitator
Machinist Mason Menon-Mixer Marble-Heaver
Coiner Carver Cities-Idols-Atom-Smasher
Electric Lever Metric Alchemist
Mental Amazer Ignorant Incubator
Cannibal Automananimal Callous Calculator
Milky Magnetic Man Innocent Innovator
Malleable Mammal Mercurial and Material
Master Animal and Animaetherial
2/5/95
I’ve Traveled…
I’ve traveled through the highest mountains,
I’ve traveled through the low ones too!
I’ve traveled through the longest fields
And saw the cows go moo!
I’ve traveled on the coldest day,
That filled my heart with gloom.
But the things I haven’t traveled…
Are the dunes and valleys of my room!
11/25/90
I’ve traveled through the low ones too!
I’ve traveled through the longest fields
And saw the cows go moo!
I’ve traveled on the coldest day,
That filled my heart with gloom.
But the things I haven’t traveled…
Are the dunes and valleys of my room!
11/25/90
PIECES OF US
Everyone has pieces,
Pieces of this and that.
Everyone has names
And names they give to their cat.
Some people name their pieces,
And want to give them away.
Others piece up their name,
And put their heritage to lay.
I, on the other hand,
Let my pieces interlock!
And I write my name with big blue letters,
Up on the sidewalk!
1990
Pieces of this and that.
Everyone has names
And names they give to their cat.
Some people name their pieces,
And want to give them away.
Others piece up their name,
And put their heritage to lay.
I, on the other hand,
Let my pieces interlock!
And I write my name with big blue letters,
Up on the sidewalk!
1990
The Nutcracker Thief
Walking, stepping, trotting
the calm, green forest envolpes me.
I am lost in a world of beauty.
It’s awesome force bringing me to my knees.
He takes hold, pulls me down.
Thrashing, fighting, probing
I lose control.
The earth is in me, choking
I grasp for a breath
my insides aching, he lives in me,
taking my precious air.
Flesh, raw and warm, is ripped
from my bones.
I cry, he won’t let my
hostage breath away.
I am suffocating, naked with envy.
I need to be him.
I want to breath, to live,
to experience!
Thoughts seep into my brain,
then stolen.
I am a huddled mass of red,
throbbing with bruised desire
to be.
Tobe someone.
To be someone alive.
To be someone alive,
not dead in a shell.
the calm, green forest envolpes me.
I am lost in a world of beauty.
It’s awesome force bringing me to my knees.
He takes hold, pulls me down.
Thrashing, fighting, probing
I lose control.
The earth is in me, choking
I grasp for a breath
my insides aching, he lives in me,
taking my precious air.
Flesh, raw and warm, is ripped
from my bones.
I cry, he won’t let my
hostage breath away.
I am suffocating, naked with envy.
I need to be him.
I want to breath, to live,
to experience!
Thoughts seep into my brain,
then stolen.
I am a huddled mass of red,
throbbing with bruised desire
to be.
Tobe someone.
To be someone alive.
To be someone alive,
not dead in a shell.
10/29/96
-Problems-
There once was a guy named Jill,
who sat on a large ant hill.
The ants chewed his butt,
and then he got a cut,
and his leg fell off
in the shower!
1990 with equal creative input from my brother, John Recend
who sat on a large ant hill.
The ants chewed his butt,
and then he got a cut,
and his leg fell off
in the shower!
1990 with equal creative input from my brother, John Recend
“OVERTURE”
A BOY DRUMS HIS DRUM,
LITTLE FINGERS GRASPING ITS STICKS.
HE ONLY COMES TO HIS BEAT,
NO CALL IS WORHTY BUT HIS.
HE DRUMS.
DRUMS.
9/21/96
LITTLE FINGERS GRASPING ITS STICKS.
HE ONLY COMES TO HIS BEAT,
NO CALL IS WORHTY BUT HIS.
HE DRUMS.
DRUMS.
9/21/96
OH!!…SUMMER!!!
The bee is not afraid of me,
I know the butterfly,
The pretty people in the woods,
Receive me cordially.
The brooks laugh louder when I come,
The breezes madder play.
Wherefore, mine eyes, the silver mists?
Wherefore, oh summer’s day?
4/1/95
I know the butterfly,
The pretty people in the woods,
Receive me cordially.
The brooks laugh louder when I come,
The breezes madder play.
Wherefore, mine eyes, the silver mists?
Wherefore, oh summer’s day?
4/1/95
The Wind
The wind is cold.
Will it blow me away,
Away from where I came from?
Or will I keep hiding behind
a wall of emotions? Emotions that
force me to put down my hands.
Will the wall fall?
When the wind stops blowing
will I be able to get back up?
But I keep my hands up,
Shielding my face. When the wall
comes down – I’ll move.
No wall, no shield, no emotions.
10/23/92
Will it blow me away,
Away from where I came from?
Or will I keep hiding behind
a wall of emotions? Emotions that
force me to put down my hands.
Will the wall fall?
When the wind stops blowing
will I be able to get back up?
But I keep my hands up,
Shielding my face. When the wall
comes down – I’ll move.
No wall, no shield, no emotions.
10/23/92
Thoughtful Truth
Will you? Could you? Would I?
For you are not what you say!
You are not.
Will you see me in the morning or will you see me tonight?
Nothing is true, only what you believe.
Say not what you know, but what you feel.
If you speak – think about what it will bring.
Will it bring joy? Death? Revenge?
Will you think careful thoughts?
Are you a careful thought?
Everything is true, now then forever?
Understand the truth.
Will you? Could you? Would I?
7/17/95
For you are not what you say!
You are not.
Will you see me in the morning or will you see me tonight?
Nothing is true, only what you believe.
Say not what you know, but what you feel.
If you speak – think about what it will bring.
Will it bring joy? Death? Revenge?
Will you think careful thoughts?
Are you a careful thought?
Everything is true, now then forever?
Understand the truth.
Will you? Could you? Would I?
7/17/95
“Waking From A Nap On The Beach”
Sounds like big
rashers of bacon frying.
I look up from where I’m lying
expecting to see stripes
red and white. My eyes drop shut,
stunned by the sun.
Now the foam is flame, the long
troughs charcoal, but
still it chuckles and sizzles, it
burns and burns, it never gets done.
The sea is that-
FAT.
3/17/95
rashers of bacon frying.
I look up from where I’m lying
expecting to see stripes
red and white. My eyes drop shut,
stunned by the sun.
Now the foam is flame, the long
troughs charcoal, but
still it chuckles and sizzles, it
burns and burns, it never gets done.
The sea is that-
FAT.
3/17/95
BE
Being be.
Seeing me.
Really we.
Feeling gee.
Reeling alee.
Stop! Step…
Step…
Step…
Step…Sleep!
ZZZZZZ!
SHH…
SEE THE LIGHT.
SHHH…
RUB YOUR EYES.
SHHHH…
STRETCH YOUR LIMBS.
SHHHHH…
RISE AND SHINE.
Erase and walk-step:
Step-Step-Step-Step
Stop- -Step
Delete………..Alee?
Efface………..Gee?
Nullify……….We?
Eradicate……..Me?
Step – Naturally – Step
Step – Certainly – Step
Step - Surely - Step
Yes.
Seeing Really Feeling Reeling
No.
Step.Step.Step
Step amd be:be and step
That is…………………
…………Being……….
……………………Be..
………………………..
Being Be!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Be being.
Me seeing.
We really.
Gee feeling.
Alee reeling.
Start! Step…
Step –
Step –
Step – Start.
Rising and shining.
Shining – naturally!
Shining – certainly!
Shining – surely!
Breathe a breath
-of be.
-of me.
-of we.
-of gee.
-of alee.
Exhale. Step. Exhale
Step and be:
Being
Being
Being
Being
Being
Being
Being
Being
Being
Being
Being
Being
Being
Being
Being
Being
BEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBE
beBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbe
BEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBE
BeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbe.
BEING
BE.
BEING
BE.
BEING
BE.
BEINGBEINGBEINGBEINGBEINGBEINGBEING.
BE!
1/27/98
Seeing me.
Really we.
Feeling gee.
Reeling alee.
Stop! Step…
Step…
Step…
Step…Sleep!
ZZZZZZ!
SHH…
SEE THE LIGHT.
SHHH…
RUB YOUR EYES.
SHHHH…
STRETCH YOUR LIMBS.
SHHHHH…
RISE AND SHINE.
Erase and walk-step:
Step-Step-Step-Step
Stop- -Step
Delete………..Alee?
Efface………..Gee?
Nullify……….We?
Eradicate……..Me?
Step – Naturally – Step
Step – Certainly – Step
Step - Surely - Step
Yes.
Seeing Really Feeling Reeling
No.
Step.Step.Step
Step amd be:be and step
That is…………………
…………Being……….
……………………Be..
………………………..
Being Be!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Be being.
Me seeing.
We really.
Gee feeling.
Alee reeling.
Start! Step…
Step –
Step –
Step – Start.
Rising and shining.
Shining – naturally!
Shining – certainly!
Shining – surely!
Breathe a breath
-of be.
-of me.
-of we.
-of gee.
-of alee.
Exhale. Step. Exhale
Step and be:
Being
Being
Being
Being
Being
Being
Being
Being
Being
Being
Being
Being
Being
Being
Being
Being
BEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBE
beBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbe
BEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBE
BeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbeBEbe.
BEING
BE.
BEING
BE.
BEING
BE.
BEINGBEINGBEINGBEINGBEINGBEINGBEING.
BE!
1/27/98
EVER INSIDE AFTER
I want her to embrace me.
Fingers to a touch;
Caress in my soul,
Inside so much.
I need her to graze my heart.
Forage a kiss;
Lick for my middle,
Taste of abyss.
I require a real quencher pat.
Grab for the sun;
Rub bowels and gulp,
Drink has begun.
I thirst
After:
Cuddling across inland,
Does she covet my understand?
I crave a nudge to my womb.
A smoother sip;
Stroke of recesses,
Atop my lip.
I long for a thumb of my breast.
Paw the my eyes;
Handle my fluid center,
Fondle the mys.
I lust for an inner brush.
Sweep my aqueous;
Reach interiors,
She’s contagious.
I ache
For:
Massaging belly laughter,
I want her ever after!
6/24/98
Fingers to a touch;
Caress in my soul,
Inside so much.
I need her to graze my heart.
Forage a kiss;
Lick for my middle,
Taste of abyss.
I require a real quencher pat.
Grab for the sun;
Rub bowels and gulp,
Drink has begun.
I thirst
After:
Cuddling across inland,
Does she covet my understand?
I crave a nudge to my womb.
A smoother sip;
Stroke of recesses,
Atop my lip.
I long for a thumb of my breast.
Paw the my eyes;
Handle my fluid center,
Fondle the mys.
I lust for an inner brush.
Sweep my aqueous;
Reach interiors,
She’s contagious.
I ache
For:
Massaging belly laughter,
I want her ever after!
6/24/98
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