Blue Moon.The moon up highThe stars going byThe clear midnight skyAnd watching it allIs you and IIn each others embraceCuddling in placestaring up at spaceAnd after awhileslowly kissing your face.My feelings for youAre complete and trueAnd I'll never feel blueIf you're always thereto hold me too.
The Wierdest Poem Ever MadeThis is supposed to be calledThe wierdest poem you ever did darn readso please stay with usand tell us if we suceedin making you smilefor a short little whileand spread that happinessfor many a mileBut before this poem startswe want you to knowthat we all have no ideahow this poem will goas it is a colaberationof random thoughtsand through much concentrationthis is what we have gotsit back and relaxit's an interesting pieceand I want to give thanksto the world at peace.So pull up a lawnchairnext our large bonfire of fateand recline and eat a pearso we can get some things straight---------------As the warmth from the sunand the joy and the funshow all over the placeall of a suddenninjas start to attackand the smile runs away from your faceflying claws and biting jawswith fur and steal and sharp little clawsbring hitler into submissionand accomplish their suicide missionbut the nazi party has a trick up it's sleaveand as the ninjas are about to take th
Cataclysm Clocks.Silently creeping through the fogwithout stirring cat or dognor horse or cattleeven the chains don't rattlewhen this silent assailent passes bynot light or darknessor any solid or stonecan sway this silent stalkerand as it works its way to the bonein kings and soldiers, princes or paupersslowly eating away at all in it's wayIt can't be seen or heardnot even the wisest of men knowhow it's wounds seem to showon the flesh and boneand on the wood and stone,slowly destroying all in it's pathBut this trickster has many powersit can cause lovers to partand the destruction of even the tallest towers.It can cause fueds to startand can eat away the most beautiful flowers.Nothing can stop it,everything knows it's thereand as it's wounds and bruises show all over the placeand it's crafty hands cause the destruction of us allTime will always have a smile on it's face.
The Stars of Life.To hear the sounds of airrushing into your new earspunching a hole in the solitudeof the black and the warmto be a child without a carewith fun overlapping all the fearto watch the twilight in a perfect moodwith no care of the coming stormthe disagreements with the normaland the arguements with the oldand not a care about the formaland to never do what you're toldthe work and labor of the worldis nothing you ever expectedand your views on life, work and strifealso changed who you once respectedThe coming of time and a simple worldas well as the aches and pains of ageand the responsibilites of peace and solitudenow rest upon your own shouldersthe time of sleep, and endless sleepis just around the bendand all the thing that happened in your timeall complete the graceful end
Domestic Demisescreaming, yelling, crying and fightingholes in wallsbroken platesand trash strewn out all over the placetears creating puddles of depressionin the carpet and the soulfurniture thrownand the wounds have grownfrom the violence and anger combinedcalmness can never reside herein the walls of pain and sorrowand the glass, and booze have caused a fearthat will be felt longer than tomorrownot just a week, a month but many a yearchildren screaming, crying and cringingin corners dark and wet with painwith fear as palpable as the rainbruises, cuts, scratches and sprainstake their toll on a broken soulthe violence starts to reach a peakand only anger and fear remain hereand out of the blue not a moment too soonthe angry man comes up with a planand the violence comes to a haltafter the booming blasts that will always lastin the eyes and the ears and mind and fearsof the children who were there in the pastwatching the light of the life of the wifeslipping away, never to
The Dancing FlamesFlamesingeing the very foundationsof what humanity was built uponcrushing the dreams of the hopefulland entertaining the recklessDistruction of mass proportionsor the pleasure of warm heatbouncing off the sweat and skinwarming all the body withina simple match that starts an ovenfeeding a family of the rich or poora lighting bolt catching a forest aflamethe consequences for trying to controlBringing life into the worldby the ashes of forest creating flowersor taking life away in a swirlin giant explosion of golden showers