Wild nation of inconstant color
That hide the painted peoples once unknown
Concealed steaming lush jungles
Ancient trees teeming with variegated parrots, and monkeys
Where lies rare delicate plants and orchids
The Shamans yet undiscovered elixirs of old
Brightly displaying their markings frogs and snakes
Estuaries teem with ancient gigantic fish
Multitoothed scaled silver and gold
......
Ole yellowbelly had spurs on his feet
That his daddy used to make his draft-dodging complete
He would praise fighting men and hand out medals
Too cowardly to fight
He had a big streak of yellow
To fight hand to hand
He didn't dare
Turned out he really was a bag of hot air
He ran and hid behind daddy’s money and grace
......
It’s Hallows eve in the underworld
Conjuring up an orange clouded moon
On a raven song night
Witches ride cold gales
On rope tied magical brooms
The glowing jagged mouth pumpkins
With flickering candle yellow eyes
Stare out of noisy houses
As goblins abound
......
In concocting different personas
A writer must enhance their creations
By ignoring those who malign the rendition
Providing those that do agree
With a sense of smug elation
This tangled helix was created from lost thoughts
And writers worship of imagination.
One of the components of a gordian knot
Is first and foremost the dominant personality
......
Late one nice warm evening
Came a very loud knock upon my door
It was a complete stranger
Tired bewildered and lost
Now imprisoned in my dark magical woods
A gracious host of course
I bowed, extended my hand and stated
Please come in, dear friend take a seat and let’s discuss pressing matters
Such as the ghost to my left moaning and groaning
......
Blue sky transposed was now the oceans floor
The once blinding sun became the shadowy moon
The stars disappeared their light seen nevermore
The signs of what was to come
Across the universe the scattering of foul seed
Hidden from sight
Revealed in the ancient rotting runes long lost
Was humankind's destiny
None now living could read
......
In concocting different personas
A writer must enhance their creations
By ignoring those who malign the rendition
Providing those that do agree
With a sense of smug elation
This tangled helix was created from lost thoughts
And writers worship of imagination.
One of the components of a gordian knot
Is first and foremost the dominant personality
......
Ole yellowbelly had spurs on his feet
That his daddy used to make his draft-dodging complete
He would praise fighting men and hand out medals
Too cowardly to fight
He had a big streak of yellow
To fight hand to hand
He didn't dare
Turned out he really was a bag of hot air
He ran and hid behind daddy’s money and grace
......
It’s Hallows eve in the underworld
Conjuring up an orange clouded moon
On a raven song night
Witches ride cold gales
On rope tied magical brooms
The glowing jagged mouth pumpkins
With flickering candle yellow eyes
Stare out of noisy houses
As goblins abound
......
Allow a being into the bizarre world I have created
When my penance for being human
Has left me cold and my mind serrated
How could I allow myself?
Even the slightest expectations
That the emotions of a whimsical poet
Could ever be expressed openly
Outside a circle of ones cursed with the same peculiar traits
Or anywhere but crumpled yellowed paper
......