

The Feeling Of Spring...The Feeling Of Spring...
Sitting at the edge of this four foot cliff,
I find myself wondering "If."
With calm water resting below,
The scene is a-glow
With the morning sunlight on show.
If not for the ducks and the fish,
On this large slab of glass, I'd make my wish.
The eye-straining, dancing shimmer
Of light across the ripples
Skews plays of Northern Lights
Across my warmed chest. I feel I could attest For all of this that I am so blessed, But I fear it all lies in jest.
This eleventh day of December,
I must forever remember.
Ne'er forgett


Rescue MeRescue Me
What the hell is wrong with me?
Someone tell me, I can't see.
With everything that I could be, Just plummeting into the sea.
Do I give up and just throw away Everything, I just can't say. Many things do go my way,
But, now I've got no time to play.
I feel so small just like a flea. No humming bird nor bumble bee Would take notice if I killed their tree. What's become of me, I still can't see?
So either help me or just let me Be! Either help me or just let me be...
Wishing truly I could stay, But on my ship, I must le


To Be Able To Sleep And DreamTo Be Able To Sleep And Dream
Sleep, hurry and take me, I need a dream.
There's no peep
Or creatures to creep,
Just my loud thoughts that sweep.
I couldn't write it all on paper from an endless ream,
My mind will just beam.
Like eatin ice cream,
It won't always be as it seems,
And all the teams of teeming sweat start to gleam
And all you feel is heat until all you can do is scream.
So please, let me sleep.
Don't worry, it'll never be in peace
Till I'm wearin my warm fleece
And draggin a flame through my piece,
Lookin like John Clease
While m


Co-Existing With The Sounds...Co-Existing With The Sounds...
I'm sitting, sifting sand, Falling from my loosely clasped hand And dropping softly to the land.
Observing as Dolphins Wave their fins. Performing flips And acrobatics.
The sun feeling crisp On my lips.
They ask for tips, But in my pockets nothing but cheese nips.
I caught a glimpse Of beauty from that eclipse While making music with the birds, And turtles marching in slow herds.
Everything in uniformity, Living where land meets the sea. The only out of place thing, is me.
High at noon is the s
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"We are all worms, but I do believe I am a glow worm."
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