There were a couple of birds:
One fast and one small.
The small one dodged a house cat.
The fast one painted on walls.
There were a few cool guys
Who wore zoot suits and shades.
They drove red hot convertibles
And hip jazz they played.
One of the funniest though
Was the bald drunk guy in the street,
Who ran down the alley ways
Kicking anyone he did meet.
Some are even very serious
Like the gorgeous churches of old.
His words were so convincing;
You believed everything you were told.
I know there are more.
I will remember them throughout my life.
I'm sure they'll help explain
Both my happiness and my strife.
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Early in the morning,
I went out on a search
For something to serve
To the guests for dessert
Into the garden,
Next to peaches and cherries,
I found something nice:
Gigantic strawberries
Chose them, I did,
With diligence and heed
It certainly is perfect
To have found what I need
When the guests arrived,
One more surprise they did find.
I had covered them with chocolate;
These strawberries of mine.
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Billions of years have I lived.
Many moods have I expressed.
But still have I been tying,
For only a few have I impressed
Early in life, I reacted violently from my heart,
And grew to be an infuriating giant.
Soon after, I calmed down as I aged;
I quickly became surprisingly quiet.
After another eon, or so, I was wiser than most,
And local companions began to gather around.
My words began to have meaning to others;
They believed my advice was surely quite sound.
Now have I shrunken to an amazing sight,
And my wisdom is far beyond many of my peers.
Yet, life is not over, and you ought to agree
One must continue to search: through smiles and tears
This is the road I have chosen.
Enlightenment I soon hope to find.
En route to a singularity;
The final frontier of the mind.
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It was one of those sultry Fresno afternoons:
One hundred and six degrees at five fourteen.
The wind was dead and the blacktop sizzled.
Fortunately, for me, I had an army of ice waiting at home.
Little Orphan Orange dished out the ice on a plate.
Sir Isaac Lime hung out with Alexander the Grape.
Strawberry Short Kook danced a jig with Poncho Punch
Louis-Bloo Raspberry was saved for tomorrow's lunch
For those who might not be as fortunate as me
I'll explain how I recruited my little frozen army
To Costco I went with my intentions in mind
And I bought them by the hundreds
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The waves roll in and splash the coast
Tired of an endless journey: ready to rest.
Pebbles scurry, obeying their host.
In this time of dusk, our seats are the best.
The breeze picks up all around.
Leaves rustles; trees shake from limb to limb,
But the breeze makes not a single sound.
In this time of dusk, lights begin to dim.
A salty mist brushes my face,
Tickles my nose and chills my cheeks.
This salty mist wanders every place.
In this time of dusk, mist's mystery speaks.
A face appears amongst twinkling lights
Bearing a smile against the dark of night.
Waves and wind find peace amongst friends.
In this time of dusk, one wishes time would never end.
We sit here, at present, hand in hand
Never having seen a sunset so grand. So now,
Find comfort in good company: have no fear.
For in this time of dusk, I shall always be near.
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Pitter-patter on the window;
Splish-splash through the puddles;
Trickle-trickle down the pipes;
Drip-drip around the garden;
It's a rainy afternoon.
Whistle-whistle in the kitchen;
Tick-tock from the clock;
Flicker-flutter goes the candle;
Wonder-ponder in the mind;
It's a rainy afternoon.
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Salty mist brushes my face;
Or--
Am I really there?
Nothing is ever sure with the mysteries of the beast
Crashing rocks and rolling back.
Home of many is this beast.
Scorching sun screams:
Black cloth collects heat well;
Heat and mist make for humid mystery.
On the rocks filled not with hatred nor scorn,
Free, I was, from the beginning:
The day I was born
There I am full of my freedom and joy.
Look again, could it be?
Yes it is -- another barefoot boy.
Jump from rock to rock taunting this beast some more.
No shoes on; running along the shore;
Wet sand goes squish between my toes,
Aromas of this beast find their way through my nose.
Now salty mist against my legs I feel:
Time to stop -- to sit -- to be still
I sit like I was the time before:
Safe on the rocks past this salty foam below.
I ponder the next crash against these rocks I'm now on
With the beast --
You never know
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There's this odd little concept
That seems to escape me every now and then.
I forget that I can't go on forever.
It seems pointless to try.
Sleep? Why should I?
Sometimes it's two in the morning.
I've been up since half past six.
Still more work to do.
It's never done for good.
Sleep? I don't think I could.
It's no wonder I'm always tired
Running on ten cylinders all day.
Especially when there are only six
To choose from at any given minute.
Sleep? Someday I might begin it.
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Venerable wooden bench
Invites me to rest my weary soul.
And upon it I lay and stare
At the universe grown old.
Sincere wisdom towers near by:
Arms outstretched to the fragile sky.
What wondrous dreams!
These two companions must have heard.
Yet never able to utter a single word.
A thinker and his theories of time.
Two lovers whose minds intertwine.
An artist shaping her newest trend.
Two strangers whom become good friends.
Silence accompanies this chilly night
Riding the wings of a raven's flight.
Behind the clouds, Smile hides:
A wise old child in disguise.
How can I compare?
These Ancients knowledgeable:
From the beginning of Time;
From the voices of many;
From the companionship of each other.
That very moment did fall
Advice from above.
"Love to Learn
And Learn to Love."
One more thing he did say
Before he bid me adieu:
"Stand on the shoulders of Giants.
As Newton did before you."
To this day I shall never forget
The memories of that night on that bench.
What dreams may come now?
Wonder… I must
For shooting stars
Lead the stardust.
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Here's a little story about Jack and Jill,
And I don't mean that couple who went up that hill.
Jack was a singer; a famous cat in town.
Jill was a dancer and skipped all around.
Every night they went out and had a great time,
But it seemed their relationship had passed its prime.
Jack couldn't understand what might have gone wrong,
So he went home and wrote a simple love song.
Full of sadness and lost dreams was this fine tune
For no one knew what he was going through.
But, to no one's surprise, Jill went on her merry way
Oblivious to Jack's torment as she partied night and day.
She danced with other swingers, but soon realized
That she wasn't meant for any other guys.
At last, together again, were Jack and Jill
And I don't mean that couple who went up that hill.
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