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1) Zillion Faces
I hears a zillion voices crying out for meaning
and I swears they sounds a lot like me
I sees a zillion faces that yearn for the notion of being and I swears they looks a lot like me
2) Ride of a LifeTime
I went on a ride In the great space coaster
With Tinky Winky And his brave little toaster.
He said No it don’t cook the custard even
But while others go to 10 This one goes to 11
We went to the restaurant
At the end of the universe
and he read to me from the reading rainbow connection
Verse by verse by verse
What’s your Name
What’s your quest
What’s your favorite color
come and take a look into my magic mirror
You can stay if you brought your towel
But please don’t call me Barney
Strange is our Situation here upon the earth
Stranger still the longing of our soul
Better to light a candle than to curse the darkness
Yet we all want someone to say well done.
I went to a BBQ and what did I see
HR Pufnstuff coming after me
He said we have an interview with the new zoo review
With Dr. Horton the Who, Winnie the Pooh, and The Buggaloos
There is no reason to get excited, HR kindly spoke
There are many among us Who think life is but a syndicated show
What’s your Name
What’s your quest
What’s your favorite color
come and take a look into my magic mirror
You can stay if you brought your towel
But please don’t call me Barney
Strange is our Situation here upon the earth
Stranger still the longing of our soul
Better to light a candle than to curse the darkness
Yet we all want someone to say well done.
So I said to the Captain Please bring me my Chocolate
Dan said we haven’t had that Box here Since Frank Farion forgot my number
When I close my eyes at the end of the session
Will the answer be forty-two guess it pends on the question.
3) Danny’s Magick Cellphone
Wouldn’t it be neat if the moon was made of green cheese
And the earth was a bagel
Then God could have breakfast on the way to work
And heat His coffee on the sun
Oh Danny boy the pipes are calling
From glen to mountain side
its been a thousand two hundred and ninety days
and your dinosaurs have all died
Life was so much simpler
before we killed the man on the moon
the pleasures of life much sweeter
before the plate divorced the spoon
Put down your cell phone
Put on your shades
Roll down your window
Take a look around before the ambiance fades
one thousand three hundred and thirty five days
since we drank to our surmise
I still can’t read the Writing on the wall
must be the clouds in my eyes
We have slaughtered all the unicorns
and caged up all the dragons
is there anyone remaining who'll have a drink
with me and Bilbo Baggins
Put on your big hat
put down your PDA
time is sipping cider from an hour glass
as Lucy’s selling wisdom for the price of lemonade
As Danny’s dinosaur takes a bow
before he slips into his enclave
now just a star in the face of the sky
no time to see him wave
when swimming in the tapestry
of a rich man’s kingdom
never forget the simple smile
of a clown who loves to dance
put on your trench coat
Put away your aftershave
don’t forget your goulashes
come and join the masquerade as we serenade home
jump back patty whack
give a Danny his bone
and when this mortal flesh shall fail
I will leave a light on
4) Birdies Bouncing Off Windows --as heard on KMSU--
I see birdies bouncing off windows
Simply because they don’t believe they are there
There are no second chances
Their bodies are broken by the choices they have made
And goliath comes,
and he swallows them down and he smiles
Cuz you know he thinks it’s a game,
doggy snacks from heaven
And fate laughs
as she lays down her final hand
And we turn our heads as we wonder
if the gamble was worth the price we paid
when along came a spider
upon the supercollider
to derail his fractal cloud
she said my name is charlotte
as she weaves her scarlet
I have come to entwine your reactor
he said kitties like me need no name
we have no claim to fame
but my imaginary friends like to call me factor
web-weaver web weaver weave me a web
where love and suffering and visions wed
Where wind and soil share the wine and the bread
where father time has his fortune read
I have sipped from the chalice
Threaded yarn through the palace
acquire designed, of life defined,
watching time cast silhouettes
I have treaded down the random walk
twist the hands of the clock
bake a mistake, my cake to partake,
I still have my XFL season tickets
She listens to the tune
that gently fumes
from the strings of factor’s fiddle
with a song no one wrote
he misses not one note
not one yod or one tittle
she told of her bought with the water spout
and the clout that washed her spirit out
how all the kings men and all the kings horses
could not dry her doubt
but the sun did return
between the drenched and the burn
she found a route through the drought,
her serenity to yearn
my children dropped their guitars,
& return to mars
to discover their worth in vittles
Now they talk about mom’s piggy,
and their old friend Ziggy
watching battlefield earth and eating skittles
they step into the room
weave the strings upon the loom
making garments to embellish their attire
as the strings become the noose
that asphyxiate the truths
They have basted upon the fire
Tachyons dance
in this hyper luminal romance
with a hey diddle diddle, we fade from the middle of the spindle
The strings vigorously unwind
as he smiles at his Cheshire design
the line between the bronze and the brittle
the kitty in his cradle
spins his fractured dreidel
trying to win another silver spoon
just a loan from the unknown
what’s intricately been sewn
between splendid, extraordinary and Picayune
yet the resolutions we swallow
are like the intuitions we borrow
no one can taste our curds and whey
through all said and done
we dance upon the ephemeron
and feast from a tailored buffet
web weaver web weaver spin me my fate
the late cant implicate, nor detractors debate
estate calls to estate, and time wont wait at the gate
there are plates I’d rather not ornate
8) Pint of Dark matter
Crack the quasar over the skillet
scramble it up with some eggs and wine
Take a pint or two of dark matter
season it with rosemary sage and Thyme
the handmaids have offered us a piece of bread
are we nothing further than transmographied stardust
simple amalgamations of lime soda and floor crust
are we strange and are we charmed
have we abandoned the haven of old McDonalds farm
nothing more than supplementary quirks in space time
progressive impediments of intention and rhyme
the handmaids have offered us a cup of wine
are we nothing further than transmographied stardust
simple amalgamations of lime soda and floor crust
9) Ahab’s Bee of Death
yesterday I got stung to death
by an itty bitty bee
and it hurt oh so bad
made me sad,
why oh why,
made me cry
I don’t wanna wanna die
hurt so bad
made me sad
no, not glad
made me mad
then it stung me to death again
but it didn’t hurt
quite as bad, but it still
made me cry
why o why
all the pain
in my brain
falls like rain
leaves a stain
from the strain
hurt so bad
still kinda sad
still not glad
made me mad
Ahab calls us to join him
to slay the mighty beast
but in our lust for revenge
we soon become the feast
Then it stung me to death again
for a third time
feeling kinda numb, feeling fine and appeased
the touch of the bees
its my thing
the caress of the sting
bees my friend
don’t wanna end
don’t hurt so bad,
kinda glad
I like being sad
I enjoy being mad
Then with one
one more sting
I couldn’t live
without the zesty sting
oh the joy
the sting brings
numb the pain
what shall I ever gain
from the stain
in my brain
it don’t hurt at all
like shopping at the mall
the writings on the wall
I’ve become so small
What do we gain
when Cain offers grain
upon the alter of
distain and despair,
our rage cannot repair
the shoes we wear
Ahab calls us to join him
to slay the mighty beast
but in our lust for revenge
we soon become the feast
11) The Great Opaque divide
Betty Jo Jingle and Bobby Jangle
come from the world at a different angle
and found themselves in forbidden romance
in a land where Razzleflabbenz never dare to dance
Betty’s hair was fuchsia
Bobby’s hair was chartreuse
Betty’s tail was acute
Bobby’s tail was obtuse
For the field of Loshon Hora
an orthogonal wall grew between the shades
myths and legends brewed the stew
lost in analysis, brotherhood unglued
Betty Jo cried “If we left all the primary colors pure
never have all the beautiful shades of fur
let the Shades of fur start to blur
I must confer, to be assure”
Bobby replied “Then fill up the glasses as quick as you can,
And sprinkle the table with buttons and bran
And this same hair that smiles today
tomorrow I’ll be dyeing. “
for Bobby and Betty Jo’s love implied
the disengagement of the opaque divide
maybe somewhere they forgot to give ponderance
why it had to be this way
There is unrest in the meadow
There is trouble the in glade
we could become equal
with trimmer, sheers, and blade
Would noone truly hate
if we all epilate
or would this end in futility
until we learn to accept the potpourri
we don’t need pathogenic ocular dissonance
we don’t need to abandon our inheritance
we just need to learn to dance
and stop romancing irrelevance
They, hand in hand,
with wandering steps and slow,
Search for the where the sidewalk ends
and where the Giving Tree grows
And while all is said and done
let us unspin walls undone
and let the path be run
run with unity love and absolution
12) Sum of All Things
It was mid Octember when we got the news
it was late Febrilary when it came to pass
now the first of Janutober
and still many questions unasked
Old Saint Nick sips his last coke
silly Samhain tells his final joke
and peter rabbit has gone his way to greener fields
Some come to unremember
Some come to unregret
here at the House mother goose has built
Danny’s dinosaur finally has come home
folly once scorned
over popcorn
as we charade across the stage
now we take a bow
as we are known as we are now
here at the sum of all things
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