Maternal?

Paternal
or is it a mix
had Icarus a stint with Phoenix?
or was it a fix
No one noticed
as the child spiraled into the sun.

Quite out of reach
the people did preach
as child after child disappeared in their midst
they never did notice
the future repeated
again and again
blossoming into silence.
the children began to dream

Each dreams did sing, then took wing
escalating further and further
until each time
in loxodrome
they too fell into the flame

Until the mother,
the soul of sorrow
Decends to protect
the child
bursting upon the flame a'fluttering
she cannot stop the stuttering a'shuttering.

However she rises
the first of many
crises
she cruises
and bursts into flame
again

Phoenix leaves the rest
to the sea
and all of Icarus's ashes
her breast bared
she rises again
birthing a different failure.

Meanwhile;
Renewed
in the embers
the child remembers
that birds are flying
and skies are crying
for this occasional improbable mind.

If the spiral were to ever
reach our Earth's fire.
new heads will always turn
to the stars to learn.
Through the guise
of children's eyes
scouring the skies of destiny
to burn

rebirth is in their blood

Terry Gilliam's: Tideland - a review

If grown up's were emptied
and put into bed
how would our pretty little heads be filled?

Would it be new
or would it be daft
The emptiness of the shaft
(Hee hee)
may not be as chilling
but way much more thrilling
than the abyss has ever been known
to be

Could we through staring
be lightening the load
of the abyssmus
reflected, refracted through innocent eyes
liberating the loneliness staring back

Could we be friends
with the endless is...
or must we grow into the world?
as is.

EZee

The poor cummin scented bison was caught in a blender with an isometric swiveling triangle. She got a lilly looking sunstoke before coliding with the Inca zenith. Her lily while lips were last seen: eating homemade musli in a scientologist gazebo, with some guy from some "Heroes" shit: Panettone, or something.

Weasly woo

One conceptual evening
one red night
two key fritters
reversed to fight
manic though nimble
with uncreased bouffant
the derelict key weasle
blocked the artist
easle and all

mushroom moon toe tea higgs heart before below categorical cat inadvisedly wrong

Having one cat in toe, is tea for the soul,
categorically speaking, three were advisably no fault but my own,
My heart goes out to the higgs molecule
trying to kill itself
by never happening
ask anyone
inadvisable as time may seem before
mushroom hearts
have too many spores

See invisible chart below:

Pointy paw cat

Transubstantiation cat pointy paw neutron discharge quantum cosmological googly Microsoft interstellar electrocution

My eeny weeny miney transubstantiatior
started discharging neutrons spontainiously
once.
This p.p.p.paw like gooogly bit
was some kind of cat woman-like interstellar option.
I checked in with the windowy-brown bit of a sugary apple-but I never got elctrocuted.
-even when i tried elecution. (so as no to sound so pointedly white trash)

The Unexpectedness

So when did you lose your faith in the Blue Meanies?

Well they was marchin around, like...

In stockings

Like off'a someones fireplace y'know

thats when I knew...

knew what darling.....

THEY WERE NOT THERE!

What makes you think that?

ARE YOU NUTS?

house, pirate, stop, bell, disc.

If tinker bell
can't stop the pirates yell
then who are we
to house the discuss
of discovery
and all its many undergarments

Fur and antidisestablishment

In the day of the bourgeois
when the fur hat and rhubarb custard plated its part
here was a Frenchie
who through the years
with
anti- this and anti-that
re-established the antidisestablishment
destabalising world domination is in its youth

Oddment, nitwit, blubber, tweak.

The blubbering nitwit was:
of oddments of all oddments...
a salivating Xtian freak
there is no tweaking fundamental seeking

evil, plot, fashion, cute, doggy-woggy, hat

The cutest little man child
followed me home
his plot
had
no spot
in my evil-woggy fashion plot
I did my usual
fuck the usual
and away did the man-child trott
there was no bad
yet in his head
evil
played a spot

Never, Surrender, Destiny, Vision.

The destiny of the visionary man is a fight to the death
His vision of surrender often surpasses his intelligence
leading to the death of the imagination
He joins the feast in never-never land

Mitochondrion

Please remember that all visitors with a penchant towards reason
scanned, yet not mitiochondrioniaticaly cleared
will please leave this mammal forsaken area immediately
the last warning was delivered yesterday

Glory Bee