Colorless Green Ideas

This story begins with a storm. The nightmare. Of one I can't seem to form the words to speak the horror Your first vision is of A priest , by the water the nets cold grey eyes And then. The eye of the storm. I can feel it coming. It is in the wind. It is in us. You. And I. We are. Were. Am. Was. Loved. To be in Love. We were in love. Beautiful love. It fades now through tears that begin to lash the sides of the buildings like submachine gunfire out on a lazy tiled afternoon In my memory I am walking towards your home In my memory I worship the ground simply because the ground bore you You know me. I'm the one who wrote. The. Letter. The Very. Specific. Valentine. This storm comes to kill this storm comes to destroy and you and I alone Are Riders You Lithe Alive Me Wise Strong And ride as only a strong ketch triple reef The Storm Siren Dread Camille Teresa Nylce-Prada The Storm Siren Nylce The S.S. Nylce lightn...

wish I knew what you were looking for might have known what you would find and it's something quite peculiar something shimmering and white it leads you here despite your destination under the milky way tonight

We remember the day we became immortal at least, the day we knew we would become immortal And yea, ok - immortal might mean 5,000 years but it means: nothing will kill me. nothing on this earth. no virus. no illness. no mechanical breakdown of the body as a result of inflammation response awry. no age related diseases. no macular degeneration of the eye. it's just thickening. cut it back. it means 5,000 years of life. it means you and I Young again repaired parts replaced hurtling toward deep space. both of us. slowly. going. mad.

We chose to cross the vast divide together I liked your cat suit you look beautiful asleep While I am awake The newer model I have less self and more duty or at least that's what they'll have to do to me after I am done with this poem Are there uncharted planets ? Yes. We can barely find them now. There are millions. Worlds without end. Is there life on other planets? There will be When we arrive together The two embryos born from within my chest I have earned your respect Teresa my true love my symphony you are the single note in an entire piece of music that breaks me into nothingness and dust we climb the wall up to the spaceship in the rain and there on a crudely fashioned bridge cut in the wood upon your ascent you stand upon an alien world and wonder who cut this message into the wood squares of dark, and light and the letters T. N. T. Catsuit xenomorph dressed in white. I am David.

Cool day to start a revolution Cool day and then night and then day again working for the revolution feel free smile to greet the sun feel good sing to every one. Revolution Song. Redemption Song.

Thus always to tyrants. At time of writing, in America - we are living under an oligarchy headed up by a president who has been elected under false pretense, and with the help of a foreign power. The purpose of that administration is to do nothing less than remove democracy from our country, and reduce the rights, freedoms and safeguarded traditions of our country to ash. We must do whatever we can, whenever we can, to stop this continual erosion. We take an oath to defend the constitution against all enemies, foreign and domestic. Our constitution is definitely under attack. The sitting president must be removed, and his retinue of awful cronies must be subtracted from government. Those who cheer on this creature of a foreign power are being misled. They are being told he is attacking the deep state. He is not. He rallies under a banner of fighting for rights, and freedoms - but his mechanism of governance and his operation of our country is through deliberate destruction of a...

Here I Am Well Fed Healing Enough Sleep Beautiful Day Beautiful Home Good Kids Good Dog Good Cat Happy Life There You Are Time to take a big sheet of paper And find a place to draw And Plan To go To different places To dissolve this home To give the dog to my daughter To give the cat to my daughter To teach the son how to dive And head down to Key Largo and then jump in Grab some lobster Grab a beer And to the sound of water against my board paddle back to ship Docked in harbor The sun falls below the horizon There You Are I would say Here I am Well Fed Enough Sleep Beautiful Day Beautiful Ship Good Kid No Dog No Cat Happy Life There You Are Happy Tree Friend Happy Tree Friend Happy Tree Friend Happy Tree Friend

I wonder sometimes what reading your book would be like The torn curtain of the cover and the liner Your very own barcode and byline and the feel of the page I wonder what it's about and where it's going and life beyond thunderdome

Death you said brings drama And you were clear you did not want drama in your life Death you said brings drama Closer But what of pain that warns and whispers It's been so long What of decay that blocks the green What ballast sinks you down Too late. The show has begun. The fat grub is eating the trunk away from the sun He turns white and eats down to the root I bring an axe, dull with memory and desire biting down breaking the trunk And things fall as they may Away from your son from your husband from your lover from your home Is it all as it seems? So unresolved? So pure and white Left in the dark I'm blocked from seeing you. until. We meet. And I will wear. Black.

It's not really important if you're not that into me The important thing is wherever we're going let's go there better The storm comes in the middle of the night, fast, the wind throwing the door wide open he rushes to get her and she is exhausted get on your shoes he said the trees are coming down as the blivon moves toward them in a whirl of lightning and trees cracking all around and coming down and they drive out of there with the wind whipping their yukon like it was a playmobil Let's do yoga

Natasha. Leggero. Tubbin' With Tash Yea. There are moments. And then. There is me. Place your hands on the screen. Resist. Peace.

It's you. Again. I promised I would return. I will. And this time I am not coming for a taste. Guess. Who's. Coming. To Dinner

Hates limits loves friends spends memes collects things builds love fights hate spins in the sun dances late loves her man loves her woman loves her son and daughter The light falls on the fighter wing Every you Every me turning in the sun carved your name into my heart

We fly through the sea without wings feathers fifty million years a runner stretched lizard arms to fall on me, beating them against the sky to escape up the hill and sense the fear you taste the air the runner learned to hollow his bones the runner learned to flap his arms the runner changed web footed to glide Buy the sky and sell the sky and lift your arms up to the sky glide below the ocean waves the light plays upon your arms simple peaceful free as high above the ground in the deep sea as the lizard and the eagle

Form and defend a unified front against the forces of entropy and trump, enjoin the battle against mass hatred forces of evil. Especially double coupon days. Take us to where we are A place in the past. We've been cast out of. I can't stand this indecision paired with a lack of vision Everybody wants to rule the world. And when they do I'll be right behind you Now I'm back in the fight. We're back on the chain gang. Circumstance beyond our control. The phone, tv and news of the world. Got in the house like a pigeon from hell Threw out the sin from our eyes and we ascended to fly The russians forced us to pick Trump. And push us to the the back of the train. Back on the chain gang. I found a picture of you would hijack my world at night Like a break in the battle was your part and the wretched life of a lonely heart The powers that be that force us to live like we do bring me to my knees when I see what they've done to you...

Mistress of the High Sea hath set sail. Left her harbor to slow decay One goes west, and one goes east, both from same gale - beyond the horizon she hail And sleepwalking back again, a time crystal's bright glistening setting of the sails and not the gale tell men's way to go. And her eyes stray to the horizon flying across the waves Running before time and before dreams away, she left the myriad creatures fighting upon the ground. to dawn's slow gray The mistress of the high sea has gone away.

I have been warned of the redwoods the light through the trees the ocean breeze I can see fiat lux Founder's Grove The cliff that descends The mountain that rises up I can feel the cool wind of summer and the water I can hear the sound of the wind and wave Let's have a bit of the grape and write a poem together

There is no gray area when it comes to what happens next. You are either fighting for virtue, honor, and what is right - to defend our country against attack, to help bring America to a new place. Or you are fighting for the enemy. We will not be in a civil war, we are not going to explode when the new administration comes into power - but democracy will die and our country will change. The next day after the enemy takes control, they will attempt to pass hundreds of laws. They are going to loot our country and burn its institutions and honor. You're either with them, or you're against them.