New login to window’s edge Who is that? Going right after another… We can’t afford to Go after another Who needs all that?

No matter how big the material of our minds, We still feel like babies, like Little nothings  inside. No matter how important the ride We all dip and turn on the merry-go-round of life.   And the mayhem roll tide Of the quiver and tumble Of a love life   The rage of the giver…

Onomatopoeia! I wouldn’t wanna be ya!

Could one be stranger Than a weirdo? Isn’t this the Age Of Aquarius? Where? Seems like the Universe Could be making it Reign.

“Not to worry, many hands are making work light again.“ In the land of the free, I see There’s not much room for the individual Like you Or me. Living in the land of the lost Was where dinosaurs roamed. They are extinct.

Tattered and torn On the Subway You’ve joined the throng A temporary stop Oh boy! What’s that smell? You, my Hell. How-to books To finish them off… How to walk Down the long wee blocks A get rich quick Like Jack and Jill Nimble with lots. A politician down the hall Decreeing bad choices for…

One year and a half No apology  Eating sleeping  Provides A living situation.  Criminals wants to stay alive And rest While they are in bring trouble. 

The Incredible Heaviness of Your Presence  The logical result. I went crazy.  Why can’t we be happy then? I can’t detect either or. 

Unstructured time is better with iron The rattlesnake of time The assumed line  Keep it raw You’ll see  The sand is quick in the hand. 

I will get sooo much criticism I won’t even hear it!