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Part I



You tried to comfort me

But my teardrops sighed away

Cast-iron sucked around me

It’s time to try today



Sunbeam rhythm in the window

Melts to breathe the night

I watch from in my cradle

As the fairyflies take flight



Given gifts of pardoning

I think it’s safe to say

That the crescent moon, on Earth’s lagoon

Has drowned the Milky Way



I rest in thoughts and dreams of night

The only thing I have

For all the sea-clay in this world

Only makes me sad



Mother Goose and Dr. Seuss

Lull me through my days

But still I yearn to feel the burn

Of oceans oh, so gray



Madness of the goddened clouds

Sing within my ears

For passing ships and paperclips

Whisper: “We are near…”



Feed to me my lullaby

Do not let me wait

Your eyes tell me that you are shy

Join me in this state.





Deadly Night Shade of the sea

And the nymphs within my head

Clone to be a trinity

A chamomile star



Oh, Allen Poe, come tell your tale

Of the dream within a dream

And set sail for the dinosaur-whales

To dive in Nature’s cream



These are the times of Nursery Grimes

They lull you with tall tales

With witchery and mystery

And magic rainbow snails



So sing along to lullabies

Don’t doubt Neptune’s lament

Just understand the task at hand

Of poetry’s consent





Showtune business makes its thrills

While others sit and stay

They follow other followers

During the month of May



Pixey-dusted horse-racers

Chameleon inside

Ring the unborn chimes tonight

So come ride the superslide



Half is worth twice more than none

Nothing plays a scene

While sleepless ness and undressedness

Are moving in between



A night of passion shadows

And a plate of empty plates

Seem to make more sens than

Your bashful figure eights



You write about blemishes

And another in-grown hair

And all your nosejobs that you bought

And what you plan to wear



Somewhere we must draw the line

Of what we tolerate

Do we need teenie-bop-hip-hop

Or my romantic date?



We sleep in our heaping piles

Under our nightly oak-tree

These are ouir tribal rituals

That we will always need



Don't send the adult centure

From the shallow centuries

To bring our peacefulness with life to end

This we beg you, PLEASE...



In this twitter-painted world

Everyone's asleep

We live with our emotions

And our brother patience deep



Lovers on midnight's horizons

Crab-walk along its shores

Never wondering or bothering

To open other doors



Shove it in the man's mistake

Burn the bible's wood

And soon you'll feel walls of steel

Ruin your wedding cake



Willo' the wisps of lovers deep

Mold me into clay

To bring upon her romance journey

Her and me, we lay