superkoop

Chasing toads skipping stones, Sunset slumber & out at noon, Skinned Knees climbing trees, War house cops and robbers. Wide eyes merely seeing, Death? Babies? Others? The hidden underthings, Questions without answers. Best friends lame haters, Study all day party @ 7, Carpe Diem & forget all else, Licence phone designer jeans. Self-deceiving open eyes, All is known let's live it up, Come along they're all asleep, Sweat moans rushing blood. Casual Fridays eggs on-sale, Saturday toons & fruit loops, Set height incessant width, Sleepless nights mock an era past. Bloodshot eyes saw too much, Wrungen hands, prostrate at the al

And the child has fallen through the cracks, Sinking deeper and deeper until he is nil, Awaiting a higher being to pull him out, The child struggles to send out an SOS.

Flabbergasted and moaning, Stoned he licks a lesion, As if tears could truly heal, Streams become walls. Hear the panther pining, Desiring few but adhesion, As if to place on heart a seal, His soul feels like St. Paul's. See a boy stooped to droning, Owning all but cohesion, He suffers another meal, Desiring to run alas he crawls. Behold the people intoning, His fear swells up artesian, Resisting he is pushed to kneel, Waiting to be caught he falls.

Somewhere there is something, Or perhaps it's a big fat lie, A fairytale told by old Millies, The herpes of storytellers. Somewhere there is something, Despised by failed seekers, Loathed by bitter losers, Distorted by popular media. Somewhere there is something; A hope we must preserve, A risk we must take, or risk Missing the point of this picture.

Stars are seen clearly, The blindfold removed, Realigned as they are, I see the harsh truth. Portrayed as to fail, A nothing to all but one, One 'loved' me most, One lied to me most. Clearly now I see, That one is a dragon, Weak on its own, Sapping power from others. Having left its grasp I see Myself not the monster, But a vulnerable meal, For a manipulative beast. I crawled away realizing I need not this beast, Weak though I was, I began to be healed. On my own I was scared, I cried to the creator Who sent me a little bird, Weakened as well. Together we crawled, We hobbled and fell, Wounds opened up, The Other pr

In a park, near a Uni, sat four Doctors of four studies, discussing stuffs amongst themselves which only learned people may speak of. A Philosophizer, an Artist, a Theologian, and a Biologist, too. "O Grass," saith the lover of wisdom, "what metaphysic have you? Not but to be, I know it not so. You must be as a blanket to dirt, which surrounds all ourselves; you are but to hide away the filth and the grime, the scars and the bumps, like we cover ourselves in our lies. You Grass, are but lies for the dirt." "Hmm," mused the creator of beauty, "rather I feel as if the grass is not a lie nor a blanket, but a tool to compliment the surroundings

The lake, a sunset, the rocks, The babbling brook, the stinky skunk, The bridge, the train, the back seat, A comfy couch, a soft rug. Jumping off of bridges, Swimming under them slowly, Geese flee like we're gods, Rocks are our thrones. It goes on forever, Or at least in my heart, It never will end, This summer will live on. In the fall, in the spring, In the winter with a mug, Under blankets cuddling, Sipping spiked starbucks. Your name whistles in the breeze, I see your face in the soap suds, I hear your voice in my cries, I feel your hair in my mouth. The dreams always fade, The mirages always crumble, The breeze ling

A dark hallway flickers with life, Teeming of dank despair, Yet a spark sits alight amongst Ashes, waiting for tinder. Hallway once glowing bright, Beaten down with words, Drenched with tears, Now sits cobwebbed. A wounded bird lands, Hobbling near a spark, Drying its wings or wounds, It ruffles its thinned tail. The spark grows brighter, The bird becomes warmed, New sparks appear, Fresh feathers sprouting. As eyes become amber, A hallway enlivens, Pressing away the dank, Replacing with warmth. Hallway's always protecting, While the bird builds a nest, Rebuilding the broken walls, The two have found home.

Brightly colored for a time Striving where others cannot, Savoring life like others But refusing to flaunt. Forgotten with the weeds But always ripped out, Plain janes live aside the Flower picked like the snout. Specialists cultivate excellence They proclaim it out-loud, So dandy little lions are yanked Shoved in a cloud. Little children skip along the walk Seeing the simple lion, Plucking it gently running home Gift for mom like a star of Orion. War breaks out devastation Gone violets, tulips, begonies, Now it's rougher going All you see are dandies.

Your words so uniquely crafted Your flimsy build crumbling, Non-alphabetical characters grafted Yet I never hear you mumbling. I tried to brush my teeth like you And I must say it's disgusting, Especially now that I'm askew And my toes need a dusting. Huh I think I'm taking your drug Huh there's something in my eyes, Huh I will knit you a sweater rug Huh or I could give you some fries. I like your mole.