Current poems in progress...

Lyricism: without which, figure skating on a lake in July
my nice pie i ate in the sunshine
the figure took my pie and turned to slime
i was very angry so i skated to the side
Lyricism spins a personal journey through the music of poetry
lyricism is raw uncut matter of factual political capital of the train of thought of the vibration of the inner most cavity of your cerebellum rewriting history and igniting passion through verbal
reparte
A-hey hey

Peace & Love: If there was more peace and love on earth less people would be dieing and no one would have time for fighting
so that's alright then

Halloween days, Halloween nights of frosty delight
Mother Earth turning a toss in dreamy sleep 'neath piled leaves
Her frail hair tangled in bliss underneath the moonlit eves
And the citizen folks fearing to let their clocks FALL BACK with fright
They roll up their windows and lock their trailer-house doors
With paper bags on heads and ape grunts to ward off strangers
And the candy bowls all empty from extra-rewarded home-made caped rangers
Who trot off into the damp rotten night to raid the local liquor stores
To sit in alleys with their bounty sipping and spout trailer-house lies
And out of the dark sepulcher of autumnal night rips a mad gush of air
With it brings forth a wintertime fan of snow bright full of glare
Sending the rangers home with popsicles dangling from there candied eyes
But the tough, moustache pumpkin eternally stays bright and never lies

This is absolutely hilarious!