All you need is love, little tiger-striped children, and tiny bubbles that go placidly amid the noise and the haste. Life is like a simile. Friends are like smiles. Time is like a trip, man.
Beagles, Vegas entertainers - one would have to be an Eisenstadt to capture the essence of schlock and transform the moment into history.
Then there are the shared smiles over thousands of ethereal kilometers... phrases, turned and unturned - we're all just bantering with STOP-signs, hoping that the jack-boots don't come WindowPane-ing back - Flashing like Inna Gadda-Da VEEEDA in our souls.
Straightforwardly, a simile is a metaphor that likes. Harlequins, however, are oft mutts, oft romances, and oft amusing. Dig deep, let flow, rejoice; the sun's come out.
here comes the sun..
wild play of light and shadow
time and place collide ,
stripping history of its predictability.
the child sees the book;
family album, memorabilia.
Father Sun, Sister Moon...
illluminate my private Meadow..
when we have supped our fill...
there is naught but support
from those who looked
over our shoulders
as we stuck our noses
to the great WHEEL!
Thou Art That
Just how universal is your mind anyway?
Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Mani
Manu
Laurel
Padme
Peace Peace Peace!
Piece
'o Pie - Key Lime, of course, of course.
Oh yahs it is I am the saying that the universal the mind is being the huge Cock representing the hot sex pussy of the babes who are the mysterious and the making of the rock like that the stud men are the being all the time the 24 by the 7 that it is the being the all the time that it is the being! Oh yahs! This is the true the very much I am the telling the you that you are the right here and the right now that I am!
listen to the words of a little man
telling me all that i am
what i should be and what i should say
absurdity rules the day
in my mind and others see
your life is full of misery
your jobs a joke your face is about
a boorish man with little clout
you have no skills
you're caught up in lies
a below average man
with jealous eyes.
Womble, little womb of wonderment?
No shadow just unpenumbra bah humbug!
Members of the jurisprudence committee are upstanding, not one for the prudes despite the name.
Prunes! Shit better!
Can you deep fry a prune in batter?
a shadow in the face of brightness everlasting
a dark spot
droplets of blood
spatter a ring of color across my face
heal the thorn which pierces
spread acid salve across flaming flesh
rape with the hot knife of judgement's calling
for a scream is a song
for those who wish to hear
and the sun comes up
to shine
its brightness
and the world grits its teeth in the face of storm
where roam the dogs when the grass is roasted dry?