Rambles

Rehearsals are the features of the great anti climax

Spontaneity reeks genius

Follow the heart

I am told

By who

The Great God

Does play games

Strange ones

Of defiance and challenges

Of greatness and denials

Wonder what He wants

Does He know what I do?

Afraid

Both

The Prophet who won't preach

Prophecies of wonder untold rot in the world's recesses

Seen a vision

Seen the Truth

Ambiguous nature

Speech fails

Lots to say

Don't know how

Can God help?

Or is He too afraid?

Ode to Joy

This is an ode to joy.

This is the glory of me

This, my friends, is the way it should be

Small wonder, the Moon is risen.

Washed with the soft waters of the fountain

Bubbling ever endlessly, there, upon the white monstrous mountain

Endless chatter, it seems

Strong words of philosophy

Meaningless, it all to me

But hey, can't you all see?

The little step over and the skips in twos

The big fat grin make my eyes so thin

Hey baby! I just kicked the blues!

Where the sleep now?

I await the dreams.

But this strange excitement

So pleasing

'Tis not me that does write

'Tis my soul in flight

Snap, snap, the shackles all snap

All restrain will soon snap

To purity, I do ted

Then misunderstood I shall be not

All the words, all the thoughts

Everything, that I ever sought

Would be known

Would be mine

Man. I just don't know what to say.

I'm feeling damn good, that's all!