the exictment never ends
in the happy thread.
thoughts are capable of making amends.
thoughts are capable of being dead.
....this poem is trite..
althought not ripe for the picking.
..the happy thread..the happy thread
the happy dead..hahaha.


boredom boredom..ya

*snap snap snap

Oh snap! Whatever happened to that Org House idea?

Where's that idiot Milty??

The Ramblings of Peter Pan

Open up shy veils-
Admit to the fact that you too
Can clearly see now!
See you must grow to be a man-And Nothing Else
You lose all limbs-You lose all feelings
These are the virtues of growing
Captive to the eyes of the father.
Shunned by the light of compassion
You lose all limbs-you grow..
Grow..
Grow.
Clearly your now understanding.
Love is a now a must-not a choice.
Who’s to say that your voice?
Has really disappear!
I want to extend my wings and fly!
All the fears of youth are manifesting.
You lose all feelings-You Lose all feelings
You Gain power! YOU GAIN POWER!
SO GROW!
Bloom..
I tell you to bloom
I tell you to sway
I tell you to bloom.
I am telling you.
Dismantle the veil of youth.
Dismantle
Dismantle.