Dreamtime

Freud explains his aura theories,
Mae West gyrates as he queries,­
Gandhi levitates nearby,
in the air, fish float by
in dreamtime.

Einstein makes a light ray eddy,
interstellar-chats with Teddy Kennedy
who’s debonair even ten feet in the air
in dreamtime . . . dreamtime . . .

Travel down the astral streets,
see the birdies’ psychic tweets

in dreamtime . . . dreamtime . . .
Living large in dreamtime.

Ginger danced a dance with me,
then she danced a dance with Lassie.
Oscar Wilde was camping there.
What a dandy time!  What flair!

in dreamtime . . . dreamtime . . .
Living large in dreamtime.
Come awake in dreamtime.

Fly through skies,
dream and play . . .
and see.

Travel down the astral streets,
see the birdies’ psychic tweets

in dreamtime . . . dreamtime . . .
Living large in dreamtime.
Come awake in dreamtime.
Live a dream in dreamtime!

  * * * * *

Suddenly

Life was tough for too long –
the world upon my shoulders,
going nowhere fast, helpless and hopeless,
beaten down, again . . . again.

Waiting for a break – and I'd settle for contentment.
I can just get by; I don't need to be happy.
Then, I meet someone or I simply turn a corner –
just the smallest thing and then, suddenly,

I'm new, the world is new,
and life is bigger, now, somehow, suddenly . . .
My world is new, things go my way, I'm okay . . .
suddenly . . .

When I'm down, again, with a sad and heavy heart
after things are going oh-so-well,
I remember smiling and laughing in the rain
and I've learned that things'll change, again.

Waiting for a break – and I'd settle for contentment.
I can just get by; I don't need to be happy.
Then, I meet someone or I simply turn a corner –
just the smallest thing and then, suddenly,

I'm new, the world is new,
and life is bigger, now, somehow, suddenly . . .
My world is new, things go my way, I'm okay . . .
suddenly . . .

The wheel of life keeps turning
so time is on my side,
and I'm . . .

waiting for a break – and I'd settle for contentment.
I can just get by; I don't need to be happy.
Then, I meet someone or I simply turn a corner –
just the smallest thing and then, suddenly,

I'm new, the world is new,
and life is bigger, now, somehow, suddenly . . .
My world is new, things go my way, I'm okay . . .
suddenly . . .
suddenly . . .

  * * * * *

A Little Dream of Blue

Deep in rev'rie, worlds away . . .
Daydreams and stray dreams –
dream as you like.

Time for a small dream,
time to be, time to see
a little dream for you –
a little dream of blue . . .

Blue skies then blue storms –
waves roll blue . . .
If you get too blue, dream anew –
go traipsing and tripping and tra-la-la-ahh . . .

Time for a small dream,
time to be, time to see
a little dream for you –
a little dream of blue . . .

Follow the wind, become the wind
and be with your endless sky . . .
Float on a cloud, rest for awhile
and feel the touch of blue,
feel the sounds of blue . . .

Time floats by, gazing at the moon –
blue moon and me . . .
Blue moonlit vistas . . .
and I'm slowly turning . . . blue . . .

Time for a small dream,
time to be, time to see
a little dream for you –
a little dream of blue –

time to be, time to see
a little dream of blue,
a little dream . . .  
in you . . .

Blue . . .

  * * * * *

I Go On and Dream of You

Looking for a love that lasts –
a true love for me.
Of this world's wacky cast,
these are the folks I see:

the dashing, the trippy,
the clashing, the zippy,
the bards, the smiley,
the cards, the wily –
gracious or perky,
vivacious or quirky! –
those who amuse you but only to use you.

On I search the world for you,
on I suffer fools gladly,
braving loves and losts galore,
pros and cons and more.  
'Though I don't know who to woo,
I go on and dream of you . . .

I meet the posers and hosers,
the greedy, the seedy,
the meek, the bakey –
freaks, the snakey,
charming or terse,
disarming or worse!:
capricious and hazy,
the vicious and lazy.

On I search the world for you,
on I suffer fools gladly,
braving loves and losts galore,
pros and cons and more.
'Though I don't know who to woo,
I go on and dream of you . . .

Time passes by, life passes by.
Time and again I long for you.

Nobody here to hold me through the night,
nobody here to kiss and squeeze me tight.
Nobody else would simply ever do,
so I go on and dream of you . . .

and the mumblers, the crusty,
the fumblers, the fusty,
flakes, the weepy,
the fakes, the creepy users,
confusers and even abusers,
a few who are kindly, but
mostly the hind-ly.

On I search the world for you, on I suffer fools badly,
braving loves and losts galore,
pros and cons and more.
'Though I don't know who to woo,
I go on and dream of you . . .
of you . . .

  * * * * *

Love's Mine for a Little Time

Mine . . . I want a love who's all mine
to hold me through the night
– through each and every night.

A sweet caress takes my mind from loneliness.
Maybe this will be The One
who will love me every night but . . .

love's mine . . . for a little time
I'll be kissed and kissed and . . .
maybe I'll be kissed like this for all of my life.

Love's mine . . . for a little time
I'll be held and cuddled
and maybe I'll be lucky in love.

Another night, I reach out for another's light
to warm this heart of mine – I'm so cold inside.

A stranger's touch on this dark night means so much.
Maybe this will be The One
who will love me every night, but . . .

love's mine . . . for a little time
I'll be kissed and kissed and . . .
maybe I'll be kissed like this for all of my life.

Love's mine . . . for a little time
I'll be held and cuddled
and maybe I'll be lucky in love.

Hold me for a while 'cause,
tonight, we'll snuggle
and maybe we'll be lucky in love.

  * * * * *

I Don't Know What It Is But I Love You

Our ways in life are so not-the-same.
Someone like you, really . . . was not my aim,
but here you are!

I don't know what it is but I love you.
I don't know what it is but I love you.
. . . what it is but I love you . . .
I don't know what it is but I do.

You mystify.  I don't know what to think.
Our styles clash when we're so . . . not-in-sync,
but here we are!

I don't know what it is but I love you.
I don't know what it is but I love you.
. . . what it is but I love you . . .
I don't know what it is but I do.

Just keep coming back,
keep loving me,
and I'll love you
. . . and that will do.

  * * * * *

The Wheel of Life

Three fires are burning!
– actions are turning
wheels of the karmic kind.
Three poisons acting
– ego distracting –
on turns the wheel of life.

Wheel of becoming –
let go to go.
Frontiers of selfdom –
let go to go.

Mindful of hungry ghosts and
the restless monkeys that jabber on,
finding a center,
fortunes are turning,
on turns the wheel of life.

Wheel of becoming –
let go to go.
Frontiers of selfdom –
let go to go.

Here on the spiral path,
waking to the Divine . . .
woe-ing . . .  growing . . .
on turns the wheel of life . . .

  * * * * *

It's a Wonderful/Horrible Life

I've got tired bones,
and spiky kidney stones,
there's another SNAFU glitch,
and I'm riddled with crotch itch.

Is it worth the strife?

It's a wonderful/horrible life.

I get endless grief
from my wonky teeth.
I'll spare ya the details
of my green toenails!

Yeah, it's worth the strife.

It's a wonderful/horrible
colorful/deplorable!,
wonderful/horrible life.

But life gets easier
'though it can get queasier!

Massive pimples on a date,
frickin' frizzies levitate;
out goes my back,
in comes a panic attack!

It's worth all the strife.

It's a wonderful,/horrible
dreadful/ adorable!  
wonderful/horrible life.

On my vay-cation Great Escape,
I get 'rhoids that hang like grapes!

Slips and falls,
ambulance calls,
sweats and chills –
chills that can kill!!

Still, it's worth the strife . . .

'cause it's a
horrible/wonderful,
magical/blunder-full,
horrible/wonderful life . . .

'cause there are puppies and babies and rainbows,
true love and life-long friends,
moments and memories that live in you,
and good things that come from bad ends.

With my foggy sight,
I ate spoiled food late one night,
so then I took a wrong pill
which then made me deathly ill.

If you ask, it's worth the price . . .

It's a wonderful/horrible,
beautiful/terrible,
silly ol' risible world –

a wonderful, horrible,
terminal, incurable!,
horrible/wonderful life!