I read the cookie with different eyes,
Ones that can hardly see,
I thought he meant "Poetry Bastard",
When he put "PB".
I'm so used to seeing it in that context,
PBs wwere my life,
Now I am regularly demanded upon,
By my daughter and my wife.
So, a PBY2K,
Does this imply compliance?
Every PB that I have met,
Is characterised by defiance.
Or does it mean "PB2000",
I'm really not quite sure,
Perhaps there's a new clan being formed,
Compared to the original it will be poor.
My point in this ramble is quite simple,
Listen to my directive,
What we see depends upon what we are,
Reality is a construct of perspective.

Deep in a dungeon of hate and sorrow.
I am in the shadows.
Cowering in a corner Delirious
Feeling more emotions than you can think.....
this makes me furious.....

Above all the hate and spite, i see a light.
knowing the only way to breathe fresh air,
i must wake up and everything that is right will be there.

For now i will struggle.
Alone in the dark and boggled.

Atmoic Potato
In the deep of peoples souls
there is a rage that they struggle to hold
in light they find the purpose,
to struggle on and
not fall.

Yet some fall and in the shadows they will hide,
they will brood on emotions more than one can feel.
Thus these people are a tragedy,
Hopefully this wont happen to me.

I step in the car
the engine starts
life begins now
on the highway of life

and so I drive.

The road goes on
I start off slow
slowly moving faster
on this small one lane road

and I drive on.

The road grows wider
some traffic is there
passing me by
they are parts of my life

and I drive on.

The road is larger
moving faster
the seanery is smearing
blending together

and I drive on.

Life is fast
I cant see whats around me
it goes by so quickly
I dont understand

and I step on the brakes.

Tires squealing
smoke is rising
car is skiding
sliding to a stop

and life stands still.

I am stoped on the road
the road is the path
the path is my life
I have stoped my life

and I look around.

I see the birds
I see the trees
I see the flowers
I see the curb

and I get out.

I smell the air
it is fresh and sweet
I am not in the car
I am outside

and I take a break from life.

A car passes by
in it is a friend
it reminds me of life
this is just a stop

and I go back to my car.

I step in the car
the engine starts
my life is now moving
on this road that is life

and so I drive.

"Back Drawer (The Time Was Right II)"

For Fishstick Blob's Looking Back project. Thought that I should like to post it here as well. *HUGS* Thanks to Beeeeeee for the pink asbestos skies. It all started there.
"Back Drawer (The Time Was Right II)"
crumpled yellow parchment paper still in your third drawer underneath the lavendar and underwear to this day even now reads the same as it always did:
"I've packed my bags, it's time to go
The tides are pulling me far and away
Maybe i'll see Mars, or the moon, i don't know
But i've got to go, got to, got to escape
From this prison of sunset and its pink asbestos skies
Oh baby, maybe I'm just a satellite
Orbiting around whatever attraction grows heavy and handy
But I can't get through one more night
Sitting around grinding up rainbow pills,
Trying to find that one particle of trust joy love faith
Because the wretch in your fortune cookie paste mirror
She's taken to wearing my face.
And i've got to go, maybe I'll go Mars
Just somewhere where the sun doesn't shine so fuckin' hard
Maybe find a reason why this whole thing had to start.
But i gotta get out of here,
Before i suffocate, burning in the light
And if it's all i have to do to get some air,
I'll go beyond these pink asbestos skies."

tears and phonecalls and three plane tickets back and forth and still, your saturn girl never returned. when asked for comment, she still says only this: the time was just right.

We have only just seen your latest toon,
The shock of my simple life,
For the toon was one based upon,
My dear and lovely wife!
I thank you from my deepest recesses,
For your most excellent work,
It is again a thing of beauty,
But then again, it's done by Lerk!
I know you tend to blow this off,
But you are a talented one,
Your work gives us all such joy,
You make our lives more fun.
So, we thank you for your time,
Anf for your humour too,
We thank you for your honour,
But mostly for being you.

Cheers from the Land of Oz

Night.

The sounds and sights,if any, feared.
why?
We fear what we dont understand.
We fear out of Idiocy, Ignorance. Call it what you want.
For we are smarter then that. We know. You dont.
We have the third eye. you arent even using two.
We hide in the night, in the shadows. Our perspective is more clear.
It is time to set the record straight........

Deep and dark i cannot hide,

in full light and sober yet i cannot see,

up and around the twisting pathways i walk, to an unknown cause,

arguments and hate all over the place, all petty,
and it means nothing to me.

I sleep yet i cannot dream for i am in a dream,
forged by the hatred of others,
a puppet in a sadistic play which i am humiliated, scorned

All this is I and nothing more..........

my own lil creation