From side to side

Before the water
I watch
The old horses daughter
Me attached

From side to side
before jets of water glide
to the firm gift
above and below a taut midrift

From one leg to the other
Hopping for the water to catch
Hopping for liquid and life
Me attached

Cool nights make it spring
jump and jiggle
My day dream is a midnight snuggle

A vision of the shivering smiling one
For twas with passionate eyes that i caught her

The old horses, little gorgeous adorable daughter

The food goes a wasting

off it goes
and in the sack
speeding up the stench
until it´s drenched and carried out to the bin

and the hot afternoon ferments it alot more
until the rubbish truck comes to the front door
and half of that sack was filled edible food
and I guess leftover eating is just too rude

So off it goes, rotting cause it´s a day too old
into the sack with the packaging that didn´t get recycled
into the whickity whack of the peddle step lid lifting flap
Our irresponsible conservative trash throwers, bible bashing funk boogie litterers

And out go rivers of food to nowhere, not to hungry mouths
But to the glorious mountains of methane emitting waste
God bless the dump

Sanctomony under fire(George Miehle)

Here I bombard you explosively full of fuel and fury Mr Miehle,

Mine mine tickle up in arms------------------------------------------------------------
your day is a cucumber------------------------------------------------------being mailed-------------------------------------------------------------------
But dismissed as female feline fur and not at all macho like Abe!
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Moses offers his breast and the thirstiest of Egyptian statue heads laps but not from the thigh but the tight feline tongue
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as if broth gymnastics could speak and perhaps gave hind limbs permission to lick in the name of king of kings, licking hard enough to part the sea
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 But cats and snakes can't talk silly that's merely make believe or blasphemy, Mine mine tickle wobble my direct line to the almighty severed by the invisible scissors of humility.

George Miehle got two feet and one hand nailed to the cross but he ran out of members to finish the job, lucky god was there to help him out, and did so by giving poor Miehle a few hours to reflect on his pious shenanigans, after that Miehle pulled himself painfully off and chewed waffles with his own salty tears replacing the maple syrup he refused to buy because the last stuff left was Canadian.

Without the click(it'd be the fungus)

Those shoulders carry munitions to the barrel
Under and overarm destruction seeks
oh how it seeks
Over rocky mountains armed with black metal assault rifles

Ordenance for explosives and a cause that killing will realize
A cause that damning humanity will make true
Fire and flames and shrapnel happy to see you
Ancient hooks and under head cloth the earth bound hate whispers

He says nay I Keep thy world sane, thus heed my pretty curse
For war justly gives the hopeless purpose
engineers, armies, doctors and nurses
scape goats and cemeteries and stretch limo hurses

Old worlds and new ones explode till they're numb
and netherworlds seethe for down the lost souls come
Without the click without the trigger without the bomb tick
We'd just be forest dwellers playing fiddlesticks

Without the war without the brawl the barb wire and big walls
we'd be so idle, so happy go lucky, humankind would fall
Blame the leaders of Isis and Russia, Israel and Palestine
Because of their efforts there are less babies crying

Without the fire, the insanity would flourish
For if a world like ours was perpetually without war
There'd be no peace to encourage, no settle the score.
No polarity no fight! just tranquil boredom while we wallow in the light

No separation chasm or division
No gulf or border, no split no diabolical fission
Not even the glint in the idealistic eye's vision
Without the click, good god and the evil devil would have nothing to savor

because we on earth my friends are no more than tongues that curse and pray
from the mouths of light and dark longing for flavor.

World fine world

What a fine piece of fruit floating in the dark
dead and empty without the sun
And all topsy turvy without the moon
Fine world where I exist

Fine world fine world
generations in clusters
We've finally evolved adam, to touch the mad screen
We've finally evolved eve, like magpies after shiny treasure

On trains we push in like the desperate robots we are
Our fragile emotions are activated
just because our exteriors are soft doesn't mean were not programed
And just because there exists philosophy doesn't mean we continue questioning

Oh lovely computer viruses do as typically as you do
act as predictably as you act
For no second coming will absolve you from your thoroughly mundane...
lack of true love for life

In man himself be the bullet tasted

The core in us is surrounded by skin
and we cannot easily grab what´s in
Cannot open our own chests to reveal
The piece of us that the outside world wounded that only we ourselves can heal

We cannot beg another to stand in our place
We cannot shield ourselves for the flow of unpleasant words from unsatisfied mouths
expectant world bowing to the whip
Inside the hand we must feel the urge to take it off chance´s force

In man himself must he find the courage
Must he bare the burden and become initiator
The fire that rises each time man performs for courage
Is a cleansing fire that lays all manner of curses, ills and ailments to waste

The taste is mistakenly not always the bullet
but severed tongue lip and tooth
Bravery also holds hands with death
surprising friendships like that instill the fear to stop men from their quests

Sincere and touching earth

Not second guessing feeling
keep the heart contained
When it flies out with no wings
and just leaves a blood stain

Agitated emotion arguing with desire
call these feelings overexaggerated
unlike sincere, just floating and unreal
Lofty and impractical

The world should medicate itself
excitement is a disaster
words of love from the mouth
easily said but not proven

and my exaggerations
don´t equate to Faith
Truth is what I offer is warm and vital
let me be your sunlight