Poetry: please do not read...

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I am so happy
I think Im on drugs too?

Just messing with you, that's terrible! You WERE warned... *sigh* okay, if you continue reading here are some new poems. I am writing these in right now on the blog, so I don't know what it will turn out. Probably some deep dark inner workings of my consciousness, no doubt!

A labble of a giggle
It aint me whimple
For a tribble, little
I say aint life simple?

Insane you say
I laugh and cry
for my crazy brain
without I die

I have nae fiddle
And I don't mettle
so please one timmle
I can't play a quibble

Music playing
and safe is now
for seconds of my life
I can't make a sound

Think of a jibble
A ripple of a streamel
my fibble grows a stipple
when I fuddle with my stubble

It keeps me happy
A cool little creek
With water flowing
My chin is sleak

The above poem is a fun little piece I wrote. It makes me think happy thoughts which is the purpose of it. If you read that and immediately worry about my mental state... That means A) you are too serious. B) oooh look, it's a cool smiley! [get it? B) ] C) You are correct in assuming I should be under constant supervision by trained professionals. D) I just felt like adding this letter... okay, moving on!

This next poem is just some musings I have on our purpose here on earth. What we are here for and is not intended to be taken literal but more of a philosophical... muse. It's musings, so I am Musing... Philosophically! With dashes of Theology, Kaspirology, Ephemerology, and Quasi-Pseudo-Scientology.

For sanity, implies
A certain lack of thought
Into our earthly lives
And priorities we sought

For if we examine closely
Our purpose on this earth
Careers and hopes would surely
be lessened in its worth

I find myself at crossroads
Decisions to make/have made
And Worldly priorities of old
The import has begun to fade

We are not made for this
Dear world that distracts
But our minds should think of future bliss
That it currently now lacks
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This one is written thinking of relationships we have that come and go. Friendships that affect us and change us, but must, at least for a while, go away to let something else in to affect and change us. C'est la vie.

Of one who means the most to me
at this time I understand
that though we had our hopes and dreams
things never go as planned

I would hope that you would think
of all the things I said
that perhaps my constant presence
could be in a thought ere in your head

Remember all I have said
I mean every word
and remember never any sad
forgetting all untoward
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Lastly I must go
For This too must Pass
And quickly I know
Like a boxer's jaw of glass.

If a moments fancy strikes you
Please be sure to leave a shout
If it doesn't seem so pathetic too
This is your Poetic Author, Signing out!