Dolly Dolly was very small,
So Dolly Dolly sat on a stool,
Dolly Dolly was sitting up high,
Dolly Dolly squealed “OH MY!”
Dolly Dolly couldn’t get down,
Dolly Dolly had a frown,
Dolly Dolly was very sad,
Dolly Dolly was getting mad,
Dolly Dolly cried with a yelp,
So Dolly’s dad came to help.
here we are,
in the middle of a war
one step
and it’s done for us all,
so here’s a short tutorial
make sure you don’t have a memorial
and other than that
ensure you’re ready for combat
cram the bottles with gasoline and styrofoam,
add a rag, aim for the target
light the rag on fire
and throw.
but don’t hesitate,
and I repeat
Do not HESITATE
for they will not hesitate
we wish you well
(in hell)
for we will pray
for our safe return
whilst you stay forevermore in that ditch.
and if you manage to figure out what the bullseye is,
then well done,
for you have completed level 1
It lies right ahead of us,
as we listen to its resonance,
when it hastens and sprints to the shore.
You can smell the salt in the air,
you will love it even more.
Observe the rocks,
and let the sand take you away
then right in that moment you will find peace
and after a while,
you can’t stop but stare.
Love makes you feel special
It makes butterflies fly inside
Love makes you feel like a shooting star
It makes your smile bigger
Love makes you feel that nothing is impossible
It makes your body shiver with joy
Love makes you feel intelligent
It makes you feel powerful
Love makes you feel unique
It makes you feel like you stand out
Love makes you feel inspirational
It makes you feel motivated
Love makes you feel successful
It makes you feel confident
Candy canes are yummy
They make my day feel sunny
When I go to the store
I just want more
Ooh, they are so nummy.
I write and write; my rest is wrecked
Can’t stop thinking ‘bout how I’m blessed
Singing soliloquys of sadness;
Save some sleep; Gods I’m so stressed
Hard-pressed to pursue projects in progress,
Even if ideas disappear and I disconnect; just deal with the dread…
Bruises blossom past my fingers
Taut and tired, yet I still linger
The bees of burden; they say ‘Go sting her!’
Another night of sleepless whimpers
No sprints, just marathons
Stringing us along, on and on
On an endless chase for gooses gone
Tests are taken and tapestries torn
My best is breaking and my will is worn
The sword is drawn, my face forlorn
But the sword is rusting
For vacation, my heart is lusting
I promise my future that the first thing
She’ll get after this starving and thirsting
Is the thing for which her heart’s been bursting
No backlogs of work, no more hurting
And I’ll believe myself, a fool for trusting
Graves of the undead
Opening coffin
Terrifying sounds
Haunted mansions
Isolation from the outside
Creaky floorboards
Another year,
Another life,
The trees grow old,
As another sapling is planted,
Awaiting its final destination.
Another year,
Another life,
They hold the Earth’s beauty in their hands,
And they hold tight
To make sure that this Earth can again become what it once was.
Another year,
Another life,
They will wait,
Standing proud and tall,
Hoping that you will listen to their message someday.
But when that message is lost,
Hope is lost,
The hope in humanity,
The hope in life,
And the hope in love
When that message is lost,
Destruction will take over,
And mother nature’s beauty will no longer stand,
But will hide in the corner
Still waiting
For you
To
Listen.
Off I go in my little campervan
Along the winding roads,
Admiring the nature around me,
Taking in the beauty of my home
The sun beating down on my little campervan,
Beams blazing through the split-screen,
Windows rolled down – music up loud,
Letting in a nice cool breeze.
Off I go in my little campervan,
My small terrier dog gazing out,
Trundling past pretty pictures,
Butterflies dancing about…
(To be continued)