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Brings back lots of memories
The dirt floors
The green leaves
and tall trees
Pitching the big blue tent
Struggling with the massive poles
while others are lighting the coals
Walking down the dirt paths
Collecting wood for the great big fire
This is my desire
The chilly summer breeze at night
Sitting by the glowing flame for warmth
Falling asleep in the green sleeping bag
Staying warm and cozy
Such a wonderful place to be
Even if your neighbors are nosy

Ode to the Morning Brew

Loud alarming beep
Staggering out of bed
like a zombie coming
out of the grave
Back to bed
No I can't
I must get up
The liught hurts my eyes
like looking into the sun
Down the hallway
it seems like forever
to the kitchen
the red light is glowing like a stop light
except you keep moving
in the dark
the smell is so soothing
Grabbing the pot
of freshly brewed life
French vanilla creamer
such a sweet taste
along with the natural
taste of sugar
no artificial sweetners
The first sip
like pouring a new life
into your own corpse
One cup, maybe two
perhaps three or four
Ready to start the day

Plank with Wheels

I awake and I am ready for this day
I slip on my shoes and walk out the door
I know this day won’t be a great bore
The noise of wheels, bearings, this is my way

A wonderful time in the month of May
The cool breeze blowing as I start to sore
How many hours can I? Maybe four?
I am just beginning, what can I say?

The littlest pebble will make me fall
My blue jeans torn, what more can I really do?
Hours and hours of flipping, spinning
I look down, a giant hole in my shoe

Skateboarding is best to do in spring
Flip and spin fast, almost like a birds wing

Word of words

I happily found cookies in my notebook
All my friends were having a look
The coughing kid that was blue, carefully took

I had a peak at the fragile clock
The pendulum swings, tick tock
I roll out of my chair and lose my sock

I look around crisply for that crook
There, over there doc!
I jump after him, and give him a big hook

Multiples

White Death
White death haunts so many
Hands start to sting like needles
Coldness please be gone

Dying Orange
The warmth is fading
Crunching and dying orange
Oh what lies ahead

Drip, Drip, Drip
Ice cream dripping down
The sun is burning me away
I must eat this fast

Green
The birds are chirping
The white death is fading quick
The soft grass is back

They have come
I start to taste salt
Orange ball is burning
It stops, clouds have come

Duck boots
Pulling on my boots
Crunching under my warm feet
How long with this last?

Special Shoes
My shoes they sink down
Oh how wet they have become
Soon to be purple

Red Birds
The warmth is coming
The pretty buds start to show
Cardinals are back

Plastic Surgery

I never had a high self-esteem
Everyone used to be so mean
Only time was able to tell
But because of them I can now smell

I'm so glad I was able to meet them
I am now able to eat
Everyday things that everyday people take for granted
This is all I've ever wanted

No more name calling
Instead of my emotions falling
I am climbing to the top
I can now cry tears of joy

A feeling that is unexplainable
I am now a normal human being

Pointless Day of Love

A special day filled with laughter and love
Everyone expects so much out of you
A symbol for love, a big white dove
No one for you, let out a big boo-who

Why can’t we show this great love everyday?
Instead we show it all on two fourteen
A massacre happened along the way
Why love so much, then others be so mean?

An existent holiday shall vanish
Love should be a caring all around thing
I wish that this day should be a banish
Find the best gift, maybe a song to sing

Let us stop this day in February
Love all the time, how this makes me weary

Ran-tum-ness

Shout Ruth
He is out

Violin Tim
Movin' it

Hop!
PAN! Phew!

You won!
Er eat?

Found

FOCUS Deserves YOU
Bringing the Good view
Best CARE IS Great
close UP IS Your FATE
EVERYONE away.
Because BEING youRSELF
DOES NOT MatteR
at the eND of THE DAY

Typical day

I sit here wondering when will time pass
I stare at the screen wondering that's all
It feels like the air is such a great mass
Oh how I sit here today not so tall

How I could slide off my chair and just fall
Down on the ground I could just go to sleep
Today feels like I ran into a wall
I could just lay there and count all the sheep

Get rid of mondays and fridays we keep
Hair, I'm ready to give one giant pull
I hate mondays nobody makes a peep
When the time comes it will be delightful

I sit here waiting for the 15th bell
Oh it is school, and only time will tell

What a Day

I arrive it's over whelming and hot
Bees are coming and making a big mess
How do I past this devious plot?
Through these times you feel like you need a rest

Stinging and stabbing I cannot take it
I suck it up and try and tough it up
All the pain and wounds from the stings and hits
I go to my special place in Europe

I look up and notice where the hands lay
So slowly as the third hand moves and moves
It is almost the end of this rugged day
When will it come, it's the feeling that soothes

Thursday has been on crazy night at work
Like being impaled on a dinner fork

Coming together

What is hatred?
A seething anger?
A forseeable danger?
I'm my own aggressor.

What is madness?
What is sadness?
What is badness?
It's what makes life lonely.

What can make it all better?

Stairs

Another day goes by
I can only sit here and sigh
Always getting walked on
It all happens at the break of dawn

I have nothing to do
Besides sit here and help you

Wednesdays

They can be good or bad
or they can make you sad
Early Release some days
Others days you just want to sleep
But wednesdays I want to keep

Buying and Crying

Hello I wish I could be like you too
But it's okay you continue to cry
I will start to cook and begin to chew
You can't stop I will continue to buy

Objects

He kicked the plastic bottle
around like a hockey puck
feeling like a little duck
He waddled through the unhinged door
looking for his lost apple core
All that was there was a crumpled note
with a drawing of a sailboat
Up on the shelf there was a sandwich
salami and pastrami
He was sweating from the hunger
He wiped his face
with his dirty ol' handkerchief
This ducks name was John O'keefe

Rain

Drops
Peaceful drops
Turns to something more
Some find it a great bore
Others find these drops so soothing
It comes down and keeps moving
After awhile the drops are
Gone

Dancing Pants

It's like there are ants in the pants
But no one is in them
They are prancing and dancing
I try to catch them
So I can attach them to myself
They are way to fast
Gone they are in a great big blast

Liberation

Battered and worn
Shattered and torn
So much like slavery
But one group shows so much bravery
They dare to break in there
Everyday making several attempts
To get one step closer to freedom