Trippy

Since You’ve Been Dead
Since you’ve been dead
The dogs not been fed
I’ve not slept in our bed
But I’m now free to wed
Since you’ve been dead
 
Since you’ve been dead
I’ve been groped by Ted
Got a proposal from Jed
I’ve tried you’re sister instead
Since you’ve been dead
 
Since you’ve been dead
I’ve put a wig on my head
I picked my nose till it bled
I’ve demolished the shed
Since you’ve been dead
 
Since you’ve been dead
I’ve stopped eating bread
I’m no longer misled
I dread the unsaid
Since you’ve been dead
 
I’ve almost got the insurance cheque
It’s made me such a nervous wreck
they believe you fell, you weren’t pushed
they think accidental instead of ambushed
with a tear in my eye, It’s innocent I’ve pled
after appropriate grieving your sister I’ll wed
they’ve believed the stories and rumours I’ve spread
I‘ve been so much happier since you’ve been dead

"1979: Eyes Are Young"

Before the timing switched the limits
"The strangest"
I know
And just as maybe as the image in the spiral
By go
The mire's framing clear
Latent age appear like a spector
So, "Ouch" I fell again
Just to stamp disambiguation but for a lesser sense
Never did I think of all the etchings on the outer area
And I probably should've moved them
Just around the area
Even as the treasure bagged the pleasure of the better route
For the spiral wouldn't leave until the feathers flounced
Living in a vivid minute with a bit of "never count"
And given of a soul or a lemon
Still are lesson bound
I think it's...
Muzzled
That capsule
Rebutting something
Called atoms, matter, and mapped dust with money funding
Anywho...
The find was surreal
This single ethereal location where the time don't appeal
And there was plenty labels
Spirit architecture
Forgone
Intrinsic sources of contextually processing components
And who can see the lightning?
All top-down influences
Have to be
Divided...
Even if it's bottom-up mentality... delete the science
But keep the mindless
Chosen olden colors of the broken thrown into the open ocean
Cold and frozen as a token unto others
In the means
Enmity became the art of history it seems
Instantly evoking that resentment in this twisted scene
And now "so long"
The spiral
Not the shifting elevation of enrobed desires
From contentment to the mire
The fire
Or just the backside of the desert
Pretty soon, I add, that path's to leave sequestered
Even latent...
That is like the term for conversation
And a word for unrelated
Never learned of a replacement
Like dimension everything
The third one
The water and the grains
But ain't none of that according to this plane
I can see the eerie torches being arranged
I don't understand it...
Illuminating maze?
But that's hard to see and anon
After time resigned and all the hourglasses finally bottomed out
When it started raining light without the dropping douse
Deep into the eyes of all the spirits in the quondam house
Lied the other paintings and the flowing
Never made it
To us

Shadows of duality:

Shadow of dualities left in perfect sense,

Do you honestly believe that I am separate from you?

may I reconcile pasts with an ancient glance  

How I loathe thee, you are cumbersome and utterly left wanting, a hidden child of ignorance and regret, again how I loathe thee

there were better days surely in the sun, I was younger then, different uniforms I worn,  

Come, come and walk with me in darken shadows,

This is where I live, mirrored reflections of a world gone very wrong for me,  

But which holds great glory for you;

Whisper to me things long hidden, and find me with voices in secret keys

come find me on the ecliptic planes of differentiating existence, levels I become one and trapped in

Look to the sun, I looked to the sun an silently spun round, very solemnly I return and demurely withdrawn, enter finality,

Isn’t it good, dualities of one

Evening and the Mornin
Harmonic convergence,,, fill me till my cup runs through,,,

Monochromatic shades, grey black and blue surround me,

Comfort me, without speaking, should I still be found living

Seek me out as I have you, along cobblestone corridors of soulful thoughts and passionate mind,

Memories pale and damp, before words form in me, disturbing the sound of monolithic visions,

Soothing textures of colored coolness,,, Calmly wearing me like a second skin,

Take me home,,, please will you not take me home

My Lovely One is just like me, only beautiful, no I won’t forget her,,, don’t you ever change,

Carving and chipping away old stone, till the monoliths a baroque vision, of all it should have ever been,

Picking me fresh from an unmarked grave, as unto a withered rose made alive,

And the evening and the morning was the first day,

~~~   ~~~   ~~~

Harmonic Convergence, riding along smooth pathways

Where do I go now, the spirits restless

For senses to perpetually take in site of voices and feelings of sound, from hoarded memories grand,

Buried deep within ground, Bursting up from Tarmack, through the clouds

Soaring, spiraling, sailing neath the Suns rays, above clouds of monochromatic greys,

That shower down rain upon man

Sinking and absorbing low, many layers below the feet

Where the seeds of hope and tomorrow meet, oh- sweet bells of youth sing, ringing loud and echoing true

As seeds of tomorrow burst forth through green pastured streams and epitaphs not yet read

Arise,,, arise, arouse a rose from the grave, placed perfectly still, handled carefully with love,

And the evening and the morning was the second day;

~~~   ~~~  

Oh industry, fanatical sower of discord, what more have you to do with me

FAITH NO MORE have I in you or in the Helter Skelter of your way,

Breathing in thyne ways of heavy metal toxicity, yours is a mechanical heart

River of flames, stealing souls as pastime activities

Weaver of dreams, made winding through my head,

The peacefulness of the porch, and the wildness of the night

You first came to me shining like an angel, and her seven evening stars

How can you own disorder in the sacred silent waves of my world

Do not believe me, look around on your own ground

Fortified in the ground to the last Arquebus,

And yet I do tell you life it goes on and on,

its too much for me to take,

Industry thou are dark and out of key, selling all the worlds and life found therein,

a glutton you have become, it’s a horrible site to behold

to fight for thee is to fight a Titan against a Titan,

But for acclimation and repentance, though chains are heavy and bind me, leaving me spiraling down

Prayest thou for me if words come,

And weep for me, if the tears come,

So my conscience can always follow, where ever you may roam

And the evening and the morning were the third day

~~~   ~~~   ~~~

"Veins, Vines, And Vineyard Sweepings"

Night never needs neoterism nor noesis
Sight severed...
See sea otters shifting, soaring, speechless
Life letters leaking
Lost loriner lording legions
Find fetters
Free!
Feodosiya 'fore Kipchak's attack
I'm feeling
Crumble up the rose and put a spark to a heart
I blame the rush on something else
A different route
I just don't know so lonely soul come help me figure out
A trouble doubled through a dosage close to the start
I thought it too
Even as the passion broke
Even passing up the questions on the side
Thus obloquy is everlasting though
That's enough of seeing streaking from the devil dragging folks
Innate...
Can't escape the grape plantation for real
Cut the branches off the branch and light them up
Looking for another form of wattage
Avid deals...
Check back definitely
Label hatred as the set back recipe
Fret that prattle
And we would never rest at destiny
Truly... and in time, maybe
Two can be defined
Maybe
For the groceries, on the grind, and focused times eighty
You were broken 'fore I showed and still you
Opened up your soul and can't explain it
But you still remaining
My crazy
Empyreal with a flammable resin
Burning hope and optimism in a leisurely custom
Even light the white flowers at the top of the beach
So I got the pencil for an eager adjustment
But I mustn't trust what's out of a dream
Because it's off
Every bend and declination I see
So now I'm lost
Wide awake...
So to check and see what lied in the cannon
Just a lot of powdered ashes and some misunderstanding
What could I do?
If can't nobody see that but you?
I'm told... it's best to hold your words and leave it be and unscrewed
But that's not me... but it's cool

"Gas Cans And Coffee Cups"

First four fifty factors for folding faith fulfilling
Turquoise tint and taxol
Torque towing traits to tillage
Mirth more...
Miffy matters moreover makes a "millirem"
Of the plenty panners pouring something toxic
And hard to mop it
Drop it...
Over there by the truck
Where many things were smoking
Not the place where it imploded
And not enough
Way before I came into the building for a java cup
I would listen to the folders
And in my pocket
Lonely...
A locket... any motive being as to open is the phoniest option
Broken notice so goals to throw it is symphonious logic
Opened... and trodden
On...
Copy a result of a crime
That consists of other's problems and me calling them mine
Lived and got it wrong
Tried to save another
Tried to save a youngster
Tried to save a mother
Like anyone who's got a soul
But there's only one real thing we've got to know
Saving folks is really on the pedestal for God alone
But I had to learn
So I learned the had
Switch minds if society's immersed in gas
If you light the wrong fire it'll burn you bad
Everything changes
Like the bible said..."The first is last"
I admit...
A lot of things sort of got to me
God sending you a vision of a plot to be
Found yourself in a position where you got deceived
Probably wasn't living like you should
I was NOT redeemed
But the moment I acknowledged this I got the peace
All I had to do is pray, repent, and strive to stop misdeeds
And the truck was clearly over going the proper speed
Everything that captured next was nothing near a shock to see
But it was... ink all over
Writing fountains full of doves with a recall motive
Let me loose
To set the coffee mug on the corner
If I leave it you can throw away the cup and the brew
And exploring
So to gather the etchings of she who scripted me
Have this be none but Mother
Is that golden poet of mine
Then to climb through the lines unto a steep decline
Where it's dark at the bottom
And there was smoke and stuff
Then, I saw a finger pointing at me from amid the darkness
From behind her came an artist
And twenty easels
Painting pictures regardless
And a couple of truths
How the devil had the L's and Christ the W's
With plenty sequels...
I saw the one at the diner and went to stick with that
Before the truck's blazing fire made the silhouettes
Café au lait... what desiring for this inner clash!
Long arm the lighting that it might've slipped the hidden rag

Now is what matters

DRUNK an OVERLY MEDICATED
I have arguments with the mop, inside of my head...

[color=Navy]NO, yes, No, Yes, no, Yesss, Nooo, yes, I said nooo, yes…

You get over there an clean up that no good stinkin cheese there in that corner you mop,

And Once more moppy, your going to clean that Cheese with a smile on your dumb mop face

Look at you, leaning up against that counter top when, “when thurs werk ta bein dun”,

Hey, I don’t sound like that,

Yes you do, No… I don’t, Yes ya Do man, Nar, I don’t, yes, yes you do, No, I aint, yeah, yeah, you do too,

No , And I said Yes, and I said NO…

Ahhh, how can you say that,,, to me-ee-eee,

Always knew that mops were smug,

Look at you, with ALL YOUR HAIR still intact, er, locks or strings or, Whatever the hell you call em… 0.0

Your not Tear Drop,you aint a Brown Pepper Queen known to break it down in one step,

You think you’re my Sunday song, but in fact, your just a no good Moppy McMopperson from  MopVille

dork… Nerd alert, early 90’s late 80’s flash back again, HuH…

…Yeah…

OOooo, You get me SOOooo MAD, your, your, YOUR Such a mop you mop…

Yeah… Hehehe… dork…

Moppy, you cut me, you cut me real deep man, ya hurt my feelings … 0.0[/color]

… It was a tough call, but in the end I really enjoyed the take on that Dylan song.

Very mind blowing scenes, all. I enjoyed this comp.
Thanks Colten. :)

I am deeply honored to have been chosen as a runner-up for this fun contest! I had a great time sharing my silly little poem here, and am super happy for HollyDove for winning, and extra congrats go to Raven for being picked as a runner-up as well. Great poetry, everyone! :D