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© Dale wicks
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I hurt my brain today
Thinkin about you.
Why'd you go and do that thing?
That thing I hate so true.
Now its oer and too late
to stop the heavy blues
from floatin in and make me hate
that thing you did
that let me know
that made me think
that hurt my brain
that you weren't being true.
Thought to ask you to be my girl
for you had my insides in a whirl
but you gave me those Einstein Eyes
which made me know, sadly realize
that my E would never equal
your MC squared..
I feel it coming on
my pulse is quickening
the air is getting heavy
the smell is sickening
There's spots before my eyes
My touch is feeling funny.
is that a tumor on my toe?
now my nose is getting runny
I need a pill
I need a doc
feels like my head
is full of rocks.
take me to the hospital
you can't help me at home
can't you see I'm breaking out
in psychosomatic syndrome.
Some people say the dead will live on
as long as in our memories we hold dear.
Well I don't want trouble,
but I must burst your bubble.
Those who go only pass on from here.
So if they're not here, then they will be there
Where is there?, why wherever they please
They could be standing near you
or hanging out in Timbuktu
either way they don't need you to be.
I cracked a smile the other day
An effort to relieve some tension.
The smile was infectious and quickly spread
Til the world was a sea of smiley faces
Which I then found unnerving
and paranoia set in
I mean what were they smiling about?
So I started to frown
and the world came around.
inverting those turned up lips.
This was a relief
For this place was made to hold grief
and I'll just learn to live with the tension.
When life slaps my face
I bow and receive it
Like a hug from
my dearest friend.
I thank life profusely
for the much needed lesson
then when life's not expecting
I turn round and kick all his teeth in.
I bit someone today
I'll bite someone tomorrow
It doesn't make me happy
nor does it cause me sorrow
I'll nip them when I'm sunny
I'll snip them when I'm blue
There really is no reason
It's just something that I do.
Went up to a stranger
and I gave them a kiss
then while batting my eyes
said what do you think of this?
Their response a surprise
for I thought me quite fetching
no words were returned
just the sound of deep retching.
You can posture all you want
make faces and emote.
Smile and bid me kindly
Frown down and cast me out.
I'm not going anywhere
tis your thing which goes away
The shout I hear is game over
and you'll have less and less to play.
I got a new instrument the other day
so gather round and sit you down
I'll play a tune on my string theory
twinkle, twinkle, twang
tweedle, tweedle, twum
There's eleven dimensions
don't get hung up on this one.
First and Foremost you got to get real
light
Don't flap or jump about cause effort isn't right.
Next let yourself melt into a little shiny pool.
Then rise up as a bird and the feelings kinda cool.
Don't waste time with measuring
I cannot be contained
Don't fit me into boxes
for these efforts are in vain.
Don't think you've got my number
cause you haven't got a clue.
The finite mind can't handle
what the googolplex comes to.
Perhaps we have a chance
if we crush the concrete mine
down all walls of impossibility
leave doubtful shadows behind.
I tried to count all the ways I love you
and tabulated so many, none the same
that the friction from moving beads about
caused my abacus to burst into flame.
My world is coming to an end again
Exploding I send off debris
Like a flash of light coming in the night
thru the air fly pieces of me.
At first I stand there exploded.
and I like it, but what do I do?
often gather the rind, return to the grind
when I'd rather remain in apocalypse.
Get your own wormhole
This one here is mine
The way I teleport
it's just one at a time.
Find your own damn portal
Don't be squeezing in with me.
What if we get stuck
and have to cruise eternally?
I have a black hole of love for you
and it keeps on sucking me in.
Do my best to maintain composure
but this condition is stretching me thin.
So you've come to my place
I'm laid back, in your face.
I may be entreating.
I might hit the ceiling.
This spot's a rainbow of feeling.
They'll be no concealing.
The many moods of Wommi.
I've whipped a pack of dingo's
as I played a didgeridoo
So don't think I'm too bashful
to re-arrange your face for you.
Then I cry, I love you
you've always been my mate.
So lets hug and play a game of darts
before it gets too late.
Pay attention humans
I'll only say this once
observe the flow in nature
don't act as if you hate her
you're a chronic masturbator
only satisfying self.
Don't be the funky puzzle piece
that never fits the whole.
find yourself some unity
new eyes to see with clarity
a heapin hunk of charity
and a pinch of animal Zen.
I feel like I was hurled into this world
No one asked me my opinion
So I shook it off and bopped about
considering how to take dominion
At first with aspirations great
I tried to rule the earth
but none took my direction
tho I screamed with all my worth.
Then lowering expectations
I selected a chosen few
and smiled so graciously and said
may I rule all of you?
They laughed and spat
right in my face
I still feel as if I have a trace
of goober on my chin
So now I sit
will not grow large
you've made it clear
I'm not in charge.
When I grow up
I plan to throw up
all the instructions
given to me.
I don't need your plans
your manipulative hands
all in my face
setting in place
the way I should
think and be.
So take your rule book
looks like a dump I just took
we'll flush them as one
then walk into the sun
Roses
I like their stink
they make me think
of you.
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