euphoricCalypso

I think my thoughts I plan my plan I right my wrong And there are only crickets chirping I rhyme my rhymes I sing my song I take my bow But those crickets just keep on chirping I drink my drinks I splish in my splash I lie where I lay And those crickets keep on with the damn chirping It's that ol' feeling When the cracks on your knuckles Seem to want to burst And the only ones who give a chirp are the crickets.

Into a ball, A Q, or hair; I have a love With no compare.

You lie. Think about things. What do you have left to offer? Your furniture is tarnished. Your carpets have been used. You might as well clear out. Make room for someone more important. You’re going out of business, And it’s never looked so awfully messy.

Piece of paper ripped and thrashed, Hoping to be a little patched, Used for something other than scratch, Hell, this paper is a catch. It gets writ by the hipster, But abused like a blister. Fused together by the hands of the depressor, Thrown back with the rest of the lesser. The author has no taste For all this wonderful waste. Just in case, The author only uses pieces of boldfaced. Why not try reusing? The trash is awkward but beautiful.

Stir from a good lull Fear trembles over her mind Frozen in a state of wake

You humans have got it all wrong. No wonder it takes you guys so long To find love that’s strong And lifelong. It’s not about the looks; It’s not about the personality. It’s the song I sing, The melody I bring, That in her ear will ring, And I take her under my wing. It’s your hormones suppressing you; It’s your emotions that take control. Just listen, don’t think To find your link; No need for a wink To get in sync. It’s all about the voice. It’s all about the words. It’s love.