The words get lost in smudges

Dear Book,
I miss you.

Smoke exhalation, swoosh
Like a louger down a snowy track.

I can hear it in the inhale,
Smoke like a grimy mans hand
Gripping his last penny on the horse track.

Mothers pushing prams,
Wedded baby bliss,
White picket fences undulating into head stones.

Dirty scribbly hands write,
Taking over the white and blue lined void.
Trying to ponder life entirely
In one stroke of a pencil

Scratching word lines on a paper,
Almost meaningless as the scratches themselves.
Words that snake away from me
Evaporating as the scribbles emerge.

The non- atomic free range human

I am a human
I don't come with a warranty,
Instructions, or Frequently Asked Questions.
I don't run on coffee
It's bad fuel.

I can't run 24 hours per day.
I need sleep.
You can't just oil me up and expect me to run!

I have boundaries, limits
I can change without reason
After all I'm not pre-programed
I am the only user, and the original copy
Version 1.0.
Not mass produced.

I'm not broken when you don't prefer my actions;
Don't try to fix me, there is nothing to fix
I am only changing, adapting.

There is no manual, none that I know of...
So you better count on us being incompatible sometimes.
Count on glitches and problems,
You are not slot A on Monday,
And I B .

We, I, Us, You are hyper dimensional, transitional and contradictory beings.

Here's to cheers to our mother

Happy birthday dear mother,

Your not dead yet

Your old, so im told

Really, truly, as good as it gets.

Your skin is wrinkled

Your style is a mess

But honey I heard you compete with the best

Oh mother dear

You're the third of eight.

Poets exualt you,

And philosophers postulate.

So on this day,

We make such a fuss

To us you gave life

A reason for lust

So thank you dear mother,

Here's to this year.

A billion more hurdles, 

And a trillion more fears

You keep on kicking, 

And going strong

Because without you dear mother

I simply...really... truly... can't go on

Hex

87CEEB I think, I tripped
Trying to understand
Only thing I know, is that I don't
I won't

9ACD32, Just is
Because it started, won't stop
Not trying

Can't be opened
Was never shut

Was, is, will

Link List of Waky Woop

http://www.learningherbs.com/dandelion_recipes.html

http://www.bccherry.com/orchard-listings.asp

http://hubpages.com/hub/Free-foods-and-herbal-medicines-from-the-countryside

http://comics.com/minimum_security/

http://www.astro.com/cgi/atxgen.cgi?btyp=apx;lang=e;nhor=1;cid=o88fileYPURAL-u1235799501#B3

soggy sprite hiding under information, waiting for the rain in the rain forest to stop.....

I saw the intricacies of life, I saw trees breath and what must have been fairies.
I could make flowers flourish and die and come back again.
Fibonacci and fractal patterns everywhere, they are in the fabric of life.
I live in rain and got to see water form almost into the right shape not yet snow,
Before it finds out it's too warm
And then the pattern gets lost to the fog.
So I leave you this, smoke ashes curl into clouds as the mist pulls the etchings and the spherical hex patterns off of condensed breath.
Only to spew it out on the pavement to get cherry blossomed kablamied and swung onto the adventure heavy sea breezez.

A Mid-Springs Night Revel

And bah bah bah bup bupt and dunk dunk

And my feet, eat, stones shells and sand

Tree lu lu ,pa put paput

Fife  fi  fi

And heart beats dunk dunk

And Flames are licking the sky and eating the stars out

Catching melodies and rhythms 

In the snapping and popping of logs

Moon light  soft as cream, 

Ice cream vanilla original

The owl hoots 

Creatures of europhorosine and dionysis revel

And I dance and flit rock to rock

The ocean lapping out of time

Drum beats stand stark 

Against wild yelps and kyries kalah

Kyah Kyah

Thum thum, thum thum, thum thum

The silence remains in rips and shreds

Hanging tattered around the edges

Translucent, letting only the darkness pass through

A fey, a sprite, a dream apparition lingering

Through fire, smoke, and dancing feet 

She takes a strand of a tune 

Weaving it with warm salt air and laughter.