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              --Grabbing franticly for the truth-- The lampshade you wear as a nightcap doesn't do you justice. The fireflies know the truth, the beauty.  They seek you in among the ferns and you think they are missing you.                                      (they are)                                  Hidden but not forgotten. ** In the bamboo bathing is a spot of sunshine waiting to be realized.   Next door lives a coyote with fingernails too-long.      The bassoon ribbits out air, tobacco hinted.         Constellations mime our dreams. ** Ablaze in the tree, the apples beg to be picked. Some of the rotten ones squish und

Through the viewfinder I squint to see If all is what it seems to be. The photos I snap, after winding the film, are supposed to tell a story. Picturesque(ugly) words, Descriptive eyesores. [I am only an apprentice.] Trying to find the perfect shot... my eye slips over it's greasyness, never to be filmbound. I'm left with more rolls to develop.

Everybody In the place Come up here and sing your songs.   your songs... strum-strum strumma-strum-strum Don't let me be the only one baring my soul for all to see.  see-yeah EveryBodyIn tha place, Sing the songs that were sung to you. strumming-and-a-strumming boomboombadaboom. Where were you when they said: "Welcome to the life you were born to live." (?) Yeah, yeah. yeah. Why don't you come on up and sing with me?  Don't be shy, you. Everybody in the place, Come up and sing your own damn so-ongs.

---A pantoum--- We took a glorious walk through the park On an ever so ungloomy day. I had never heard such a remark; It was much to my dismay. On an ever so ungloomy day, I ate my pancakes in the morning. It was much to my dismay, When the bell rang out its warning. I ate my pancakes in the morning, Accompanied by juice. When the bell rang out its warning, I knew a fire was set loose. Accompanied by juice, The vegetables walked in the parade. I knew a fire was set loose, Before the smoke had been surveyed. The vegetables walked in the parade, Arm in arm, and past the mark. Before the smoke had been surveyed, We took a glo

Time and time again, Low weekly rates keep me coming back. Alls you can eat breaky I eat too much regularly. The room I stay in is postage sized, and through the paper thin walls I hear ecstasynextdoor. I drown it out with booze n blues and then I pass to sleep. Like this it continues nightly I need somewhere else to sleep.

Take a perfect wander Under the cool, dark palm trees. Whose hearts grow fonder? Do you want me to freeze? Under the cool, dark palm trees, We find two lovers entwined. "Do you want, with me, to freeze?" Mouths one, while the other is enshrined. We find two lovers entwined; The ocean laps in the background. Mouths one while the other is enshrined, "These dreams will never be unfound." The ocean laps in the background; The moon shines alone above. These dreams will never be unfound. All we have to do is love. The moon shines alone above. Take a perfect wander! All we have to do is love. Whose hearts grow fonder?

we grow fonder love doesn't wander           alone above above alone unfound in the background do you want me? two as one to be? lapping blue ocean waves wave us frothily forward fronds of palms shelter us out of sight from the eyes of the world to be two as one I want you avec moi mouth with   me your dreams      those tucked in the background before this unfound

-The part of you that's out there- Somewhere there is a dream not yet dreamt; it can be hard to see, it's true. You just have to be the one to find it. Look high and look low and look inside.  All around you must look, for somewhere there is a dream not yet dreamt, and a song yet unsung.  The tune you must sing for the world, your song, you just have to be the one to find it. You must be the one to give it a voice, a life. Dreams are the same way they should be your own - look! Somewhere there is a dream not yet dreamt of by anyone or anything, not even by the dandelion on a dewy spring day. You just have to be the one to fin

-The part of you that's out there- Somewhere there is a dream not yet dreamt; it can be hard to see, it's true. You just have to be the one to find it. Look high and look low and look inside.  All around you must look, for somewhere there is a dream not yet dreamt, and a song yet unsung.  The tune you must sing for the world, your song, you just have to be the one to find it. You must be the one to give it a voice, a life. Dreams are the same way they should be your own - look! Somewhere there is a dream not yet dreamt of by anyone or anything, not even by the dandelion on a dewy spring day. You just have to be the one to fin