Title:*FUN RHYMES - Summer 2014*

Title:*ABSOLVED* Light Orb 2 - from set painted by Rev.Bola

1.

Too Many Toes

the ceremony of 

innocence is drowned. 

it comes and goes, 

it comes and goes 

we see the path 

that we have planned 

save the ones 

with too many toes 

2.

Courtney Love

I've had a 

Courtney Love kind of day 

transported to the dreams

 of the unaffected, 

And how do you 

make them go away? 

birds evaporate into 

a sky greenly tainted

3.

Like a bell

Alas, they are necessary 

And she sings like a bell. 

and the wind cried, "Mary." 

I think that is swell.

4.

Peas and mash

his green eyes glared 

from the back of the bin 

for those who do, 

are soon to croak 

Safe it is, when 

you keep it within 

Mashed potatoes, 

where's the gravy tin?

5.

The Wind's Dew Drops

My love dwells 

on black outhouses.

Might not the sun quiver

 in purple dew drops?

The morning holds meetings

 on Eternity's agony.

Shall not a wanderer 

ponder the moon's rapture?

Heaven bathes 

in the sorrow

 of refridgerated laughter.

A wet cave's bananas!

The ocean shines 

like reflective water.

Forget it!

6.

Koshi knows

   Always flat, but far,

Koshi knows 

all light prisons.

Angry, she grumbles.

7.

Regrets

Crawl, glow. 

With old brooks
Bubble, despair. 

With dry pines
Shine, sing: 

regretting

8.

Patience

Misty fields of grass 

feel death caress them daily, 

time patiently waits.

Quiet fills the land 

sharing a youthful wisdom, 

sunset has arrived.

9.

Alone
i am alone at
night and
throughout the day 

that she came up to
you 

you always

 my heart broke
in two when he
walked by one day 

the bubble
eventually popped

 and there is no tomorrow 

and there is war 

in the cause of
fights
between lands!

 don't let them go,

 into despair little
beads of glass
all around. strips
of colour
form a band,
then silence......

the wind
blowing in the
world 

goodbye ladybug!
i'll miss you so! 

we were in
i wanted to say, 

my heart will heal one day.

as the little
glass stars glint in the
trees  it
won't be for too long, 

i fear.

this tree i climb is
harder, the torture we
cross on
this dread i can't help
but to me, i must
prepare for strife.

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Poems by Rev.Bola

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