Addiction

Adieu Adieu, For I am lacking you.
Oh so creamy white!
You're wetting my appetite.

Away I'll steal, for a drop of heavenly dew.
Kai po, they'll cry.
But you're so magnificent to my eye.

Adieu Adieu, They refuse to let me at you.

The Adventures of Yonvich and Goulaf (The biggest flower in the history of mankind is visited by the brothers)

"Goulaf this is a big flower," Yonvich declared as he starred into the depths of an enormous flower.
"Yes indeed it is. I can just picture myself bathing in such a large blossom," Goulaf replied as he scrunched his face in imagination.
"Well Goulaf, this has been an adventure. What do we visit next?" Yonvich asked.
Goulaf's eyes twinkled as he said, "Yonvich my brother, we shall travel two and one half hours North to the land of York. I would very much like it if we travelled to the homeland of the brilliant peppermint York".
With that the two brothers turned from the worlds largest flower and marched back the way they had come.

Recognizance

a Dangerous Story greets him
attentively,
Redness Has united, “ fight the English?”
Risked station, small,
speaks improvement.

AND with care, buy that of equality
A seasons blushing torrent,
like God Twisting Water.
Blocking Here The Doors of Dangerous Peasants
never a stream against
the downpours of the English.

I’d rather be the son of that cave.
Salty against the purchase,
Empty from the market.

Yet a Parcel of worship,
Itself Empty of a purchase
does unite me.

A collapse of History salutes carefully.
Are we capable of congratulations?
Aye, my Knickers are in a Grateful bunch.

Malignation

In a crowd,
drowning out the slightest
sound.
I've become a bitter, resentful mound.
Maturing flesh
marinating in a perturbent mess.
Enclosed by customs seen,
but not yet met.
My heart resides
yet does not rise.

The Adventures of Yonvich and Goulaf (A tree)

"Ahoy Yonvich," said Goulaf.
"What Goulaf?" Yonvich asked.
"That tree beckons to me,"Goulaf replied pointing to a twisting gnarly tree. "I think I need to climb it".
"Alright let us climb that tree," Yonvich proclaimed.
The brothers ran to the tree. Back in the homeland tree climbing was Goulaf's favorite activity. But never before had he seen such a magnificent, or challenging climb as this tree offered. The first branches were growing about ten feet above the ground. The only way they could climb up was if they used the tree to propell their bodies into the air to grab the lowest branch. As they neared Goulaf picked his footing and lunged. As his foot came in contact with the tree it slipped sending him slamming into the trunk. Mean while Yonvich had circled the tree to start his ascent from the other side. He planted his right foot onto the tree and flung is body upward. Yonvich grabbed the branch with one hand, but it slipped off. He tumbled down landing awkwardly on the roots.
"Goulaf? Are you alive?" asked Yonvich.
"Ehh, I'm alive," groaned Goulaf.
Too stubborn to be beat on the first try, the brothers circled the tree looking for a way up.
"Goulaf, we should climb here," Yonvich said, pointing at a branch hanging slightly lower than the others.
For a moment Goulaf starred at the tree then he replied, " Yes that looks like the spot".
Yonvich ran at the tree and with one leap he propelled himself from the the trunk into the air. His outstretched body flew upwards. He managed to grab the branch with both hands and pull himself upwards. Goulaf followed his brothers example.
"Yes this is a very good climb," Goulaf said as the brothers swung through the branchs.
"Oio, Yonvich get out of the tree," Goulaf yelled. "There are bees".
Both Yonvich and Goulaf jumped from the tree. The smashed to the ground with a thud.
"Goulaf I hate bees," Yonvich said as the brothers continued up the path towards the worlds largest flower. Behind them a swarm of bees buzzed around a magnificent climbing tree.

The Adventures of Yonvich and Goulaf (begin)

Under threatening clouds, stood two brothers, waiting to get into Kew Gardens.

"Yonvich, why are we here?" Goulaf asked.
"Goulaf we are here to see the worlds largest blooming flower," Yonvich replied.
"Why do we want to see a flower?" Goulaf asked.
"So we can say we have seen the worlds largest flower," Yonvich replied.
"Next please," said the teller.
"We would like to see the worlds biggest flower please," Goulaf said.
"14 pounds ," the teller said in response.
Grabbing their tickets they walked through the gate and into the Gardens. In their home country of Bochlovachia nothing was ever as green or beautiful as Kew gardens. There were enormous trees of every kind, growing so high the tops were hidden in the clouds. The grass was so thick you could lay down without leaving an imprint. It was a paradise that the brothers had never experienced before.
"Yonvich! Yonvich! What strange world is this?" Goulaf asked.
There was no response. Goulaf turned to look at his brother. Yonvich stood like a marble statue,with his mouth half open a trail of spittle seeping from the corner of it. Goulaf marched over to his brother and smacked his face.
"Yonvich are you okay?" Goulaf asked.
Rubbing his face Yonvich replied, "I'm fine, the gardens just surprised me".

T0 be continued:

Plaque

Ancient streets
Sore feet
Baaaaaaaaaaa
Waaa wa wa waaaaa
Rustling leaves
Whispering trees
Baaaaaaaaaaa
Waaa wa wa Waaaaa
slow
down
please
Baaaaaaaaaaa
waaa wa wa waaaaa
they have showers,
a very nice set up
Baaaaaaaaaaa
waaa wa wa waaaaa

Music in my mind

Music fills my mind. Over and over it plays, bursting my brain with it's unholy concoctions. I wish it would stop. STOP. STOP. STOP. Images and colors swirl around, awkwardly trying to dance to the murderous melody. It is a disease that rides my mind. It rides my mind all the time.