Speculative

My umbilical cord's been severed
I'm plucked from the breast,
with a last gulp of milk still...

“Moo-ve over with your scruffy kids you noisy Billy goats
This is our field with our black and...

On shores of constants
In times of need
Crowd the huddled masses
Nurture, the dying...

Each and every minute I listen to the very same
the second hand loud tick tock of the cuckoo clock...

When you feel the desire for eternity
Take hold of you from above
And when you long to be...

Cumulus clouds smothered her skies as our Great Dame Mother welled tears in her eyes
Never before...

Actions speak better
Than words do
What's right can be wrong
What's wrong can be right...

The only place where we can find a four nippled trans-goblin,
Webbed slimy feet, a tear being wiped...

Beyond the hidden horizon where my blinded eyes can’t see
there lies another countries culture...

Lost in letters spread in my head
Thoughts are thinking a woven thread
Creativity conjures...

As the old town church clock stopped ticking it’s timing
There was no need for the bell ringer ding-...

In my world, I daydream the Miracle
Oh, when I say "in my world"
I meant my inner world...

Round and around the roulette wheel goes
But what number it will stumble on nobody knows
...

Hi poet
Thy manner? That's nice
A poet goes to his words
Creative is what he loves...

A life I live from time to time
And now, still time to the future time
Find what thy heart in...

There’s a future journey that I crave
People say it but I don’t think I’m all that brave
I...

Irritable bowel syndrome i.e.
the former excretory bout I address
the above (polite way to...