Thinking Unconstrained

Expressing the common human experience. Topics focus on internal viewpoints to bring attention to the important things to us as individuals and as a family of enlightened creatures.
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By Red Reine
Chasing the sun, howling at the moon,
Dog is the bright star, so doggone lonesome.
Like a flying arrow speeding skyward past,
Take a low bow wow wow. Surprise! Lightning flash.

Best of friends forever are we.
Got a stick together now, don't we?
Zoom zoom zoom, out of the room,
Sprinting afield - go long, I dare ya!

Why so-O-serious, bud? Just follow the hunt.
Girdle up, pursue the belt, take part in the fun.
Bring a lonely friend, take him on a minor stroll,
For the ultimate game is on the long nightly board.

So excited, just can't hide it,
Propeller tail, whack eyes poppin',
Lick lick lick, 'till it starts to stick,
Panting hot breath - oh, those daring canines!

See watchdog snarl, see watchdog bark.
See watchdog run, go watchdog go!
Thrice hounded jaws (da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da), centurion hissing fit,
Transforming into a big LOL-about, at least just for a bit.

Guardian of the kingdom,
Protector of the doorbell,
Rough rough rough, gotta be tough,
Super sayin' K9! Who dares to disturb my slumber!

Chase the world, round, round, round.
Spin the tail, round, round, round.
Scoot a little, round, round, round.
Play a fiddle, round, round, round.

Give a dog a meaty bone, an actor standing all alone.
Reflective water trans-apparent, greed triggering in salivation.
Lunatic lunge forthwith, madly biting frantic,
What an awful tragedy, what a pitiful malady.

My~bone, my~bone, my~bone,
Talking about my~bone... My bone!
Crunch crunch crunch, better than lunch,
Let not one hand dare come between a hound and his bone!
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By Blueback
She's a smooth operator, first class with style.
Oh you betcha she's got your number, right on the dial.
Cry all you want, her smile will drive you mad.
Watch that tail flick - whip crack!
Everyone knows there are nine ways to be skinned by a cat.

Her gaze will plunge you to your very depths,
Of the deep pockets you closely hold near.
She'll rip through your guarded heart,
Just as easily through your coveted purse.

Treasures and gifts of bribery may work,
As long as your interests keeps her alert.
Please her often and please her some more,
Keep saying please or she might sneak out the door.

For she's that kind of a smooth operator.
The kind that you howl at the moon for.
Ouch, she's got claws too, you better keep a look out.
Watch that tail flick - whip crack!
Count 'em. There are five remaining ways to be skinned by a cat.

An apple a day keeps the doctor away,
But not for her, for she's the apple of your eye.
She's not shy when letting you know of her displeasure,
No pressure! She's just a lady of leisure.

Meals? She needs banquets of hors d'oeuvres.
That shiny hair demands perfection in furs.
Creme de la creme in a saucer of silver,
Decadence fitting for a high royal member.

So like I said, she's a smooth operator unparalleled,
In case you didn't know or just couldn't tell.
But she does have a weakness - a soft exposed underbelly.
Watch that tail flick though - whip crack!
Thank goodness there's only one remaining way to be skinned by a cat.

Caress her the way she wants you to,
And she'll let you know that she likes you too,
But stop too soon and soon you'll be oh-so sorry,
For she'll hold an awful grudge and make you pay, buddy!

And when she's skinned you clean to the bone,
Then you'll know who's been playing you all along,
Give a gentle smile to the boss and approach her regal throne,
She's certainly a smooth operator.
The kind you gladly pay dearly and handsomely for!
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By Red Reine
See his reflection on the water,
In the darkness below the depths,
Watch him surface from the deep shadows,
As he gobbles up the floating specks.

Goldfish Jim, he's got no weakness,
Goldfish Jim, he does what he pleases,
Goldfish Jim, nobody understands him,
But his scales will bring you down to your knees.

Since you were born,
I've watched you grow into the size you are now.
Since you were born,
I've felt the connection that you and I have now.
Before you I felt alone,
I wished for a fish to swing on a star.
But now that the wish has finally come true,
And now, now you tank as a gator gar!

Gold finned gar!
He's the fish, the fish with the Midas touch. A baited touch!
Such a fishy finger!
Beckons you to enter his maw of grin. But don't go in!

See him wade through the sunken galleons,
Feel his swagger on the shallows,
Other fish, they're small fries to him,
If I put 'em in with him, he'll only swallow 'em up.

Goldfish Jim, he's the Rex of my pond,
Golden treasure strewn around him,
Goldfish Jim - Bond - does not like to bond,
It takes forever for him to relate to other beings.

Since you were born,
I've watched you grow into the fish you are now.
Since you were born,
I've fed you the best that money can buy.
There's even gold in the shredded flakes,
I've got for you tonight.
Nutrition, vitamins, every kinds of proteins,
Now I've got you in my sight!

With a Goldfish snack! Goldfish, goldfish snack!
With a Goldfish snack! Goldfish snack!
For my Goldfish Jim,
My gold finned gar!
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By Blueback
Lovey dovey, lovey dovey, lovey dovey all the time.
You and me sweety, I'll be yours if you'll be mine.
You're the cutest thing that I ever did see,
I really like your plumage, pray come chiming down from atop that tree.

Come as a dove, as you are, as a gesture of peace,
Look at my colors, guess I like to tease to ease,
Birds of a feather are blind to one another,
Where seeds together gather, absence of wings hardly matters.

Pretty bird, pretty bird - Flying high above the street.
Pretty bird, pretty bird - The kind I like to feed.
Pretty bird, pretty bird - I don't believe them, they're just not true.
No mere pigeon can look as good as you!
Coo-coo coo-coo coo-coo coo-coo,
Coo-coo coo-coo coo-coo coo-coo - Merci!

Lovey dovey, lovey dovey, lovey dovey all the time.
You're no tweety, a cage for you would be a crime.
You're the gentlest thing that I ever did see,
I really like your beak, please come fluttering down next to me.

Come as a dove, as you are, as an old friend nurtured,
Forgotten leftover toast, could've been better if buttered,
Bird in hand is not worth fretting about,
Two's an ideal company when the lone bush has crumbs around.

Pretty bird, pretty bird - Won't you sing for me.
Pretty bird, pretty bird - I couldn't help but set you free.
Pretty bird, pretty bird - That you look as innocent as can be,
As you sneak away a generous piece of bread from me!
Coo-coo coo-coo coo-coo coo-coo,
Coo-coo coo-coo coo-coo coo-coo!

Sneaky birdy, yeah yeah yeah...
Little birdy, hopping away...
Pretty birdy, share a bag of popcorn with me!
Cutey birdy, you were coy for a while...
Little birdy, come my way....
Pretty birdy, I've another bag of seeds for thee!

Lovey dovey, lovey dovey, lovey dovey all the time.
You're so needy, but who am I kidding - I don't mind.
You're the purest thing that I ever did see,
I really like your wings, stop playing around- come glide down next to me.

Come as a dove, as you are, as a familiar companion,
Message in a bottle, a tiny courier to carry on,
Two birds have the bravery of warrior telephones,
Over sticks and stones, stop to break and rest them bones.

Pretty bird, pretty bird - Never failing, never weary.
Pretty bird, pretty bird - You do me quite a deed.
Pretty bird, pretty bird - Perch on my hand, let me hold you my dear,
Take away my heaviness, set aflight to my cheers!
Coo-coo coo-coo coo-coo coo-coo,
Coo-coo coo-coo coo-coo coo-coo!
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By Red Reine
Bless the squirmy wormy and their black gold,
Bless the coming and going of them.
May their passage cleanse the world.
May they keep the world for their people.

Shai-Hulud - your melange ever flows in abundance.
You transmute base substance to rich fertility.
Vermis-Cerrebelum - the sleeper soon awakens.
On second thought, off to bed. Never mind our ruckus!

Quiet! Squirmy wormy dislikes both hot and cold,
A perfectly layered bed is essential to them.
Offerings of peace to cleanse the fold.
For rewards of plant food for their people.

Nightcrawlers - not too bright, likes the dark.
You look like gagh, let us cling on to our lunchies.
Vermillion-Wyrm - smooth foreheads and the rest.
Today is a good day to dine. Cap-la! Viva la fest!

However, no one knows what it's like,
To be a wormy,
A squirmy wormy,
Under peat and coir.

I said, no one knows what it's like,
To be a wormy,
A little wormy,
Below peels and ground.

And all my dreams, they aren't as empty,
As the bin sometimes appears to be,
I have plenty creepy crawlies,
My lack is patience, at least that's for free.

Squirmy wormy in the bin never seems to get old,
One day two, the next day boomed to ten.
Morsels cleansed, no scraps left for mold.
All's disappeared to make room for their people.

Goa-Uld - professional parasymbiotics,
You appear immortal, godlike in your regeneration,
Vermouth-Nectar - an ambrosian sarcophagus.
V for Vermi, a true chevron of the gate to activate the locus.
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By Blueback
She spins a yarn with a fiber of silver tongue,
Like a storyteller tying the thread of a song.
She spins it right round, nanny, right round,
Like a spindle turning, right round, round, round.

Round and round she spirals all throughout the day,
All in a day's work for an old grandmother.
But she prefers to do her work in the silence of night,
Because she's also a smiling dream weaver.

Oh-ho, hey-ya-ya, dream ~ weaver,
Won't you catch a dream for me tonight?
Oh-ho, hey-ya-ya, dream ~ weaver,
Won't you stay here till the morning light?

She brings out the loom as she feeds in her thread,
Like a second nature to her, as easily from her bed.
She string lines them up and sets them in their place,
Like ships passing through the vastness of space.

Braid and twine she creates all throughout the day,
All in a day's work for an old grandmother.
Waiting for the dream to come true in the dead of night,
Because she's also a hungry widow spider.

Spinning a web in a tree or a hole,
Spiders are always waiting for prey to pass by whole,
And once the prey comes, she'll ambush it,
Covering it with her digestive juice.

And she'll store it in her special web,
Eat it in a week or so,
Spiders are nice no matter what.
They'll eat the flies in your house,
So you'll no longer hear the annoying buzzzz.

She waits for the breaking news over the busy wires,
Like the strum of a lute, lunch music to her ears.
She watches the tangle as the panic begins to strangle,
Like a marionette suspended, a cold dish ready to be served.

Rolls and rolls she makis all throughout the day,
All in a day's work for an old grandmother.
Raw sushi marinated in homemade wasabi by night,
Because she's also a gourmet connoisseur.

Incy wincy tarantula, got so many eyes.
Eight really hairy legs, they look more like spikes.
Empty the shoe cuz she thinks its a kiva,
Incy wincy tarantula, Opa tarantella!
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By Red Reine
With your fingers in the air and your head in the ground,
Try and breathe in with me: Inhale - yeah.
Grow in the dark,
In the subterranean chambers,
My seal, I am waiting; to become one.

You're my terrestrial alien, come from way below,
To flush your thoughts (to bring me word).
Pins forming eagerly emerging to flower,
To rise above (to release your word).

Because remember what Alice said,
Mind your head, feed your head.
Of fresh timber chips and packed grains,
Absorb them well, and serenely ruminate.

So come on, baby (don't fear the oyster),
Baby, take my word (don't fear the oyster),
We'll be able to fruit (don't fear the oyster),
Baby, believe we can (laaa, la-laaa, laaa, walla)!

I went on a misty holiday; to a seasonal rain forest,
Fungi grew aplenty about: Beautiful - yeah.
Most were colorful,
All were talking, whispering,
Speaking in an ornately foreign tongue.

You're my ancient babble on, come from way below,
To flush your thoughts (to bring me word).
Though sometimes I mistake you for a flower,
You are who you are (continue to spread your word).

Because remember what our mother said,
Mind your head, feed your head.
Of felled trees and manure beds,
Absorb them well, and don't be late (don't be late).

Cuz I'm a mushroom child!
Lord knows I'm a mushroom child, baby!
I said I'm a mushroom child!
Lord knows I'm a myco-child!
As bold as a clover...
Just ask the praxis (who's a nose in everything)...

Back from my holiday; neuro-expanding in substrate,
Try and breathe out with me: Exhale - yeah.
Cough and look up,
Find a shine in star light,
Mystery fills the air floating in bygone.

You're my intimating shroom mate, come from way below,
To flush your thoughts (to bring me word).
Offering fruits in spectacular flower,
Sporadic thought (to send your word).

Because remember what Cate R. Pillar said,
Mind your head, feed your head.
Of carte blanches and cafe grounds,
Absorb them well, and enjoy, my curiously fungal friend!
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By Blueback
Strange things those human beans is.
Look at 'em. They is round like babies.
Smooth and smallish, not much to ponsider atall.
But they grows mighty tall, if you'd only answers thayers call.

You see, human beans is magic.
They plucks joys out from dancing dreams.
But sometimes thems is also tragic.
Comedy is an upside down frosties to these.

When human beans is awake, they tend to shoot straight.
Give 'em a few days though, and thayer'll soon break.
That's why you needs to give 'em support.
Otherwise they is lie-able to shdrivels and grieves up.

See here, human beans is dealy kate like tissues.
They don't needs much, but they sures can climbsies.
Once they figures things out what's is is.
Thayer'll prospers; right up the sky to that great shiny.

Fa! Behold the towering stalk!
Feed as far as one can see.
Feisty are many as there are good.
Foe they certainly are not to thee.
Fumble not these precious bowls.
Hungry Jack brings home the gold.
Golden heifer in scowl sold.
Axe to the root we are told.
To the giant's end, an auld story of old.

And before you knows it, human beans is living in podkets.
More the merriers to sow the tiny plots.
Every little ones waiting for thayers turn.
For the next see sun, the next cycle of the run.

So be niceys to these little human beans.
They is real heroes routing for the team.
Gigantic whizzpoppers turning into stream.
Reaching for the sky, trailing in evergreen.

And soon the human beans is ready.
Counts them; alls on timid for the wedding.
Collect bye me hand, cleanse them well and proper storied.
One never knows wot wonder beans will tomorrow may spring.