Author: kenbunny

Geometric are the angles that coordinate the  cheese of said mind. I prance along closer, but have forgotten my next line— It was an uncertainty within the age of reason. It was me against myself, if advancement meant treason. I was then and am now, Picking up the memories  by the hour; A transition from… Continue reading Sleepy as Pancake →

Disney is a hoax. Taking replicated redemptions Of magical stories And selling them back to Society as fairytale.

You make me feel like bread, when you cut me up. You tear me into slices, and feed me to ducks. 

And you would write terrible poetry If you were a Barbie; "I've been called a nag more times than I can count And do you listen to me? then All would be perfection." 

Maybe this would be the perfect time to write a poem if you could remember to do this then you'll be fine. --------------- [Phish @ Dick's Sporting Goods Arena, night one] [Sept. 1, 2017]

So step, step into the sunshine of my beauty with you, transcendent prizes of hair soaked in golden and blue, Step, step closer, up on to the stands microphone in hand, as I lay and listen to your voice, And wonder at a time like this, How you are able to speak my name?  

So much air does the vac take to be around in life with the being of essence in hand Alice is no idea of demands reminding of thus bars its time to farm the growth and be of oath to squire redundant round arrows stow it away! I see I am blind and quite transcendent… Continue reading The Dozen →

{'Tis to be a flower, and so exact. Allowed to be alive and filled with fact, and once upon a theme, I found -- the craft, To be, To be, To be, Softly found on the brink of budding endeavors, whilst being two themes.}

In the beginning, there was a man, moving swiftly; left to right, foot by foot, edging up to the summit of inner in her heart.