Silent screams like electric lights
Striking from the depths of dark swirling skies...
We are made of stardust
Floating in the wonder...
From their green fragrance
watermelons are bleeding...
Dear Captain Planet,
I was stung by a bee when I was young...
Moon was not faraway.
It rejected the evidence against the rhyme...
Sleep my darling
Until all has thawed...
It's such a pleasure to see your dear face
Starting off my morning with your sunrays...
Mist spits its’ curse, tar-black thick
over the soot covered-shoots...
Put me through the
french knots. I am...
With oaken roots, an English rose did grow
from natures womb a noble tree was born...
Her voice now whispers
a softer tone breezes through...
On the rim of a beer glass,
stand, white crystals of salt...