Thanksgiving Blinds

Belief Bar -

Pick A Perception From Your Mental Jar.

Holiday Choices Engage Feelings On Parade.

Thoughts Seem Kind Of Crusty On A Pensive Blade.

Like Old Sandwich Spread With Garbage Dreads

Yeah, Old Blue Cheese Dip Got The Funk

So Dunning Pickle Chips Dripped

Like Political Lumps.

Half Pint Of Trife Has Seeds Of Spice.

No Wonder— Mustard Squeeze

Let Off A Raspberry Breeze.

While—

White Mayo On Burnt Toasted Rye

Thought It Dry.

Until A Glass Of Jack

Started Sniffing For A Throwback.

Constant Battle To Walk The Judgment Line

When Your True Self Lurks

Behind The Tattered

Thanksgiving Blinds.

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Elephants Ants

Fuming Beliefs Release Some Grief.

Perceptions Get The Scent.

Washington’s A Little Bent

Fencing Individual Choices While

Riding Dead Horses.

With Bareback Lumps. And Glory Dumps.

Hey, Grab A Happy Branch It’s A Test-Filled

Cock-Eyed Dance.

Folks Steps Up And Pull The Plug.

Here Comes That Ancient Rug

Full Of Weird Bugs.

Some Dunners Grin.

That’s A Two-Time Win.

Come On Out Of That Sorry Trance

And Squirm With Elephant Ants.

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Foul Smell

It’s Breezing. Earth Is Teasing.

Thoughts And Emotions Are A Mighty Potion.

Like Hatred And Brine Wrapped Around

Father Time.

Weather Gets Its Way.

Misbelieving Makes The Day.

Lost And Found

Climate Change By The Pound.

Cups Of Suds Dipped In Street Fudge.

Nay-Sayer Bugs Chew Crud

When Truth Swallows

Ignorant Mud.

Holy Be Thy Blame.

Pick A Belief, Go Out And Preach.

Noise Does Count When Thoughts Do Pounce

And Sand Crabs Dig.

Cause Waves Turn Into Mr. Big.

Cities Don’t Last When Salty Shells

Ring The Flooding Bell.

And Life Floats In A Foul Smell.

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Nowhere Man

Nowhere Man Had A Plan

Smile For The Camera

When Sinking In Mush Mouth Sand.

The Kind We Know

Where Thoughts Lack Some Shiftless Toes.

But Dancing Vibes Bounce

In A Lying Night Glow

That Licks The Flow

In An Uneven Undertow.

You Know—

Fear Has Tangles

And Loose-Lip Angles

But Love Creates Bangles

On A Shelf Made Of Triangles

Pull It Together

Like The Weather In Never.

“Nowhere Man”

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“Resurrection Rodeo”

Resurrection Rodeo

Whose Wearing Those Naked Clothes?

Like A Suit Of Armor

On A Pack Of Joes—

Dipping Their Woes

In The Simple Lows.

Where Ignorance Stands

With A Wooden Pecker

And A Glass Of Nectar.

Wankers Like To Stand

Holding Jungle Juice

Fresh Out Of

The Lie-Filled Frying Pan

With A Waffle Print Hand

Riding An Albatross

With A Tan.

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Grateful Toes

Stand Up And Be Proud

Wearing That Kiss-Ass Shroud.

Drop The Dirty Pitch

In Your Fear-Filled Ditch.

And Let The Music Out.

Make Your Spirit Loud.

Rumble With The Crowd. . .

Rump Lets One Go—

Puff Of Smoke Instant Blow

Like A Mound Of Snow

With An Fiery Glow.

Now You Know.

It’s Not About The Dough.

Nothing Smells Best Than

A Load Of Grateful Toes

Wiggling For A Pose.

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Eternal Thinking Course

Nest Of Angels Lives In Labels.

Minds Keep Turning Round,

Bullshit Thoughts Make Crazy Sounds.

Psyche Cables Ain’t No Fable

Listen To That Roar

From Your Inner Door.

And It’s Beat Goes Like This—

“Dance Me To My Core―

Feather Feet Never Bore.

Create As You Speak―

Groove For The Weak.

Listen On The Beach―

Fish Don’t Preach.”

Cause―Life’s Flaming Pun

Can Be Damn Good Fun.

With Impulses Sublime―

Go Ahead— Ride That Aging Horse

Hooked On

An Eternal Thinking Course.

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