Ice-Ghost, Get outta there!

Do you desire to sit by a fire?
Do you have time to do as you desire?
And should you desire to sit by a fire,
Would by the fire you dare sit with me?

Could you surmise a meeting of eyes?
Do you make time for what you surmise?
And should you surmise a meeting of eyes,
Might then your eyes meet somewhere with me?

Can you think that you may have a drink?
Do you have time to do as you might think?
And should you think you may have a drink,
Would might a drink you then share with me?

Might you command a holding of hands?
Dare you make time to deny your commands?
And should you command a holding of hands,
Would then a hand you hold if t'was mine?

Could you suppose, to sniff of a rose?
Do you have time to do as you suppose?
And should you suppose to sniff of a rose,
Would then a rose you sniff if from me?

Perchance you see yourself drinking tea?
Do you have time to do as you see?
And should you see enjoyment of tea,
Then can your tea get drunk there with me?

Might you entertain a ride on a train?
Do you make time for what entertains?
If you entertain time aboard trains,
Might aboard trains will you go with me?

Can you create a fully cleared plate?
Have you the hunger it takes to create?
And should you create a fully cleared plate,
Would you create that plate-space with me?

Would you dismiss the thought not to kiss?
Have you will not to do what you dismiss?
And should you dismiss the thought not to kiss,
Would you dismiss the thought there with me?

Could you relate, to choosing a mate?
Do you have time to do as you relate?
And should you relate to choosing a mate,
Would then might the mate you then pick be me?

At least - might you pretend a letter to send?
Do you ever act on what you pretend?
And should you pretend to write and then send-
a letter, send it please, to me.

So the boss of the boss of my bosses made us take down my sketches...

So I started-in on my journal! Ha!

Refuse to admit the real world exists!
With its obs and ligations
And contrary nations
And cranky old coots complaining on stations.

Refuse to admit the real world exists!

Run with abandon to imaginations!
With the rain and bows bounding
And razzoos resounding
And dancers who dare to be deadly-darling.

Refuse to admit the real world exists!


Realize your wonder keeps your sane remaining!
With all the accs and idents
And the false compliments
And suckers who'd suck you to a life of laments.

Refuse to admit the real world exists!


Rejoice and realize you need not their resents!
With all their fauxs and their pas
And their fa-la-la-las
And their pinkies held high as they drink with "ta-tas."

Refuse to admit the real world exists!

Reflect and remember to live for guffaws!
With the cuds from the dles
And some star-staring strolls
And folks that you love for they love you in fulls.

Refuse to admit the real world exists!

Remember your shoes as you walk on their soles!
With the grav and the ity
And the jaunts through the city
And no complaints as you step without pity.

Refuse to admit the real world exists!

Reject just the stepping, get your feet gritty!
With some carts and all the wheels
And you'll know how it feels
As head over heels over head over-heals.

Refuse to admit the real world exists!

Regard with due caution the dealingest deals!
With all their limits on time
And their, "Save you a dime!"
And methods that weasel you into a crime.

Refuse to admit the real world exists!

Relinquish the real to live life like a mime!
With your eyes open to see
And experience free
A more vivid world than could ever be.

Refuse to admit the real world exists!
Refuse to admit the real world exists!
Refuse to admit the real world exists!

nothing

Before the pen struck page there was nothing written there.
And now that I have wrote, it has nothing once again.
Yet now with double lines there is twice as much of nothing.
And having written three at least nothing's no longer doubling.
And four of nothing isn't much for four and nothing remains four.
Yet now in five lines live six nothings or maybe even more!
For if the first nothing counts as one - then in those six there's eight.
And having pondered on that eight - writing nothing made it nine.

Before nothing gets out of hand, it seems we have to contemplate.
And thinking clear on nothing it seems eleven or ten to date.
Yet the more we think of nothing - the more nothing duplicates,
And soon enough the nothings will take up all the space!
And having written now at least thirteen nothings to the page.
Yet four or fifteen isn't much when's with nothing that we gauge.
For five or sixteen nothings are quite the same as only none.
And with six or seventeen nothing there's naught space to add but one.
For it seems I've filled a page with nothing, oh dear me, what have I done?

What just happened tonight I don't even.

Wow. Um. I, uh. I hope - er... details soon?

It was an unbelievable day at work, let's just say that for now.

Also, I made Michael Martin Murphy a green tea chai latte.

I didn't know who he was before someone else came in and told me so.

We don't normally have those drinks on the menu, but I steeped a bit of green tea, mixed up the chai and milk, and invented the 'recipe' on the spot for the guy.

M.M.M. - "This is quite a bit better than the usual Starbucks one I get."

me - "Well that's cuz theirs don't have any soul in em."

He laughed and said, "Yeah, they just use the premade mix stuff."

Awesome dude. His beard is amazing.