The cartoon hour is upon us, Time weeps, Quietly disturbing all pieces of peace, Where we used to slumber. Shards remain scattered, Peering into, Presents together received, Are the faded portraits of

Wobbling across the galaxy, Space invaders must UNITE! Against the Dark Lord, Whom doth spread his dark lies. Fear-mongering, War-wagering, Wobblers, Travel with me, Not against me. The time to strike

Pass me by, You myriad of life. Flutter thoughtlessly, Amidst Greatness, Idly watching resolute ideas, Shift in tone, With sporadic continuity. White light decomposes, Its intrinsic nature, In tune with

The sun began to set, As I wandered through your thoughts, Encapsulated, completely by, The escaping light, I thought was caught. Divergent ways; Your paradisaical plays, Filled these vast caves, In which

Beyond the point of no return, The comet will travel once more, Parceled perfectly with a ribbon, Awaiting arrival. Chasing distant echoes, Whilst silently discussing, The coalesced Emotions, One of us

Close your eyes, Bestow upon yourself, An open world. Allow the now-imaginable, Sonorities, To wash over your now-fathomable, Dichotomies. There is Cause; but no Effect - Here in this world, Free-from-defect,

Serene sights, Plunder, My attention, From yours - Sporadically, We postulate, That esoteric, Echoes, Are the root, Of our problems. But the echoes, We blame, Are merely, Faded versions, Of ourselves.

Cast a line into the ocean; From your small, magnificent pond, Reel in the droplets that mean the most, Fill up on the thoughts that make you fond... Curious are the sub-aquatic automata; They swim around

Sometimes I feel happy; Sometimes I feel sad. The feeling is sublime either way. A raw energy courses through every fibre, Blending and smoothing the deliminations, Of the world, into One. Wishful thinking

The Great Interception. Beckons closer till arrival, That much is true, And we strive to talk of truths. It's foggy outside, Come closer for I cannot see, Singleton: Your words ensnare me. As you parade

Today, the news broke truth; Yesterday, the olds fixed lies. Why, oh-why, Does the bird fly so high, As awry as can be without Spouting a lie. It misdirects the senses, To envelop themselves in smells

Blow a bubble Make it pop Free the breath Watch it rise, Expand and stop. // a Weird Fish poem

Exquisite thoughts begin to grow Upwards and forwards With sincere motion Shining on and ahead Are the beams of Sunlight That blend with the breezy atmosphere And like our own, Extend out with an infinite

Spellbound with the shroud of pure sensation Too young to see ahead just yet Retrospect: the teacher in all this It wills a not a lesson but a fairy tale story. Magical thoughts to sleep in Enchanting

Long awaited has been the Chalice from which you drink a plentiful, pasteurized potion of sorts. Secretly smashed is the Glass that resembles some resounding fallacy to which you smile so proudly of. I

open all the rivers let upon the world humbleness. allow the fractal-like, sub-subterranean truths to cascade throughout life. representing ever-present, subtleties that shock and inhibit progression.

the blind man asked the blind seer: but what about death? the seer replied: there is a saying; "I think therefore I am." but i must ask you, is it because you think, you exist? or is it because

the Crow harrowed over the soil, exposing the live larvae to the cold moon, death bestowed upon them, for it is soon to be their birthday. encrypted remain the thoughts, that never were thought to begin

A spotless mind within a dream. An astral projection of self-fear. And all the while, birds suddenly appear. Chiming bells but different songs, To whom is unknown. The watching... Close watching. Shrill

seamlessly woven we bend and flex subtle and incomprehensible threads of life so minute yet overwhelmingly present. events fire into life working to enable the grandest stage of all, our wishes belong