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Do you remember when we found that place?
When we swam in the ocean, deep in the ocean-
Far, far away from.. well, anywhere..
It was so beautiful.
We soared through the ocean,
Embracing the bubbles,
And the faint lights beneath the deep-
We travelled throughout,
As graceful as whalesong,
Like the waves,
And the faint lights beneath the deep-
And for no reason, we swam upwards-
We soared as high, and as high we could,
Following naught but that voice-
The voice deep in the soul-
The very same that called us to be,
And to be you and I--
And all of a sudden-
The sound of the bubbles, the waves and the lights,
The sound of the water as darkened as night,
The song of the ocean and all of its might
And there was naught but the
Purity of the stars and moon
Illuminating the subtle sound
Of the travelling waves of the surface,
And you and I,
You and I-
It wasn't cold, but we still held as though we were trying to keep warm.
One day Faithwalker said to Pach:
Hold this for me, will ya?
And make sure that you keep it safe,
Or else I'll have to kill ya..
So Faithy said he'd be right back,
Of course, Pach got distracted;
He started ranting, as he does,
And then Faithy got back and
Where's the box I gave you Pach?
Pach had lost the box..
So Faithy had to leave post haste,
Despite his orange socks-
He said he had to go find Ruth,
Because the box was hers,
And skyOrange rhymes with nothing,
So we're screwed for the next verse..
So Faithy snarled and scooted off,
And Pach felt some remorse..
The Link of the Night was fast asleep,
So Pachie stole his horse..
And though he searched both far and wide,
No progress did he make,
But he found the horse's CB,
And thus was what it spake-
Victor Charlie Charlie,
Come in, come in skyO,
This here's Faithy Rubber Duckie
On ya CB radio..
Roger Rubber Duckie-
This here's Electric Snail,
I've got no funky package
That ya sent me in the mail..
I hear ya Miss Electric,
"Well Heaven's sort of full right now,
And there's no room for you.
But if you'll preach my word and stuff
I'll see what I can do."
*adapted from a recent translation of a severely abridged bible revised to suit a balancing scale of right and wrong that gravity tips in a considerably different manner than ever it would have in the time of Jesus himself/herself.
So people read and people scampered,
People loved and praised the Lord-
Some people went and fed the poor,
Some even prayed when they were bored.
Some pitied all they chose to see,
Gave away their 50p,
Sang God's praises joyfully,
In every shade of look at me.
So you reckon Jesus hated gays?
Said God can wait until Sunday?
Said execution was OK?
And said his dad was old and grey?
Now I don't know whether or not Jesus was fictional-
But he was a damn wise man..
Do good stuff-
For you- Not for Him, and certainly not for them.
Like a Sonnet
Partikl thinks I've a hobbit fetish,
Told me in Greek- he doesn't know Lettish,
Sonnets with couplets are weird so let's dish
Out all of our a,a,a,a Flemish..
This here sonnet's a queer aberration,
Bending rules with Pachunkification,
But, says Nostradamus' revelations,
This just might get Daily Deviation.
Score- but not really, it's all just in my head,
It's now 6AM and I must get to bed,
Let no-one suspect that the Banjo's dead,
'cause I ain't got no Hobbit fetish Fred!
Wrote this and coulda been sleeping instead,
I'm gonna get you for all of this Fred..
Dude, my name's Steve.
I Love You
I can't really write..
Like, right now that is..
So I think I'll just sit here
And listen to the music drowning
Out the hum of this here machine,
And drink me some tea.
Which is OK, 'cause I've got your picture here beside me.
I've got stuff to do-
Don't really want to do any of it..
I'd like to write,
But I can't really right now..
But that's alright, 'cause I've got your picture.
I had this dream last night,
About a cathedral,
But I was too scared to go on the roof..
If I went on the roof I was going to jump, you see..
But that scared me.. the roof..
It was only a dream,
But I still didn't tell you about that part earlier..
About the jumping..
I thought it might scare you.
I'm out of tea it seems- damn hobbits.
But I've still got your picture..
And that's alright.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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