You can bring me flowers but never ever bring me down

 

"Hope ya like them eats!"

 

Flame on

 

Tree of Liberty

Tree of Liberty

There is a place where the stream runs deep

A place where children safely sleep

A place where love has set its roots

And puts forth many worthy fruits

A place that hatred can’t control

A place of refuge for the soul

That’s where you lived, through love and pain

And we shall see you once again

Upon your boat or at the wheel

Exploring what is truly real

For you pursued reality
In its essentiality

And now the path on which you go

Is one that we shall tread also

There is a place for those who love 

Whose hearts and minds are true and free
They stand with eyes that gaze above

Beneath the Tree of Liberty

I'm alive and I'm home

 

Today's Verse: 13 May 2026

Nothing's next
The last is past

It's not coming back

Let's conclude it's complicated

Getting away with it

In the mind's sporting court

I'll take the benefit of the doubt

And explore the low and high ways'

Endless networks of decision

Not knowing where I am

How I win and lose each time

By popular demand

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iRBkbXq4v4U

Today's Verse: 4 May 2026

Now it starts
Now begins

Here it comes

It's starting now

It's sinking in

A steady downpour

In the dark

Stirs the sleeper

With its sound

Turns earth to mud

And persistent

Drives fruit unready

To the ground

Still here

 

Like Jolly Chimp, Monkey's psycho-adventures continue.

Bosse-de-Nage était un singe papillon, moins cyno-qu'hydrocéphale, et moins intelligent, pour cette tare, que ses pareils...<<Ha ha>>, disait-il en français, et il n'ajoutait rien davantage.

    --Alfred Jarry, Gestes et opinion du docteur Faustroll, pataphysicien

Found it!

 

Today's Verse: 5 February 2026