Kings wear their crowns
So we know to call them king,
‘Cause they know they and us
Are the same same thing,
And it’s clear when the crown is doffed
“I’m better than you” is also off.

Koospy was looking for Adventure.

He got up out of bed
Every single day and said
While peering out his window,
“I’ll start this day tomorrow.”
Instead of walking out his door
He’d wait maybe a moment more,
Or a month, or a life, or, or, or,
He’d best get back to bed before
He couldn’t anymore.

So when he woke
Somehow his window broke.
I shredded to threads
That comfy bed,
Knocked down his door
In one quick stroke,
His whole house went up in smoke!
Koospy said as he departed,
“At long last it’s finally started.”

I call myself Adventure
And I’m an ornery cuss.
Right now’s the only moment,
I’ll find you if I must.

For those who wish to teach me
Any lesson, big or small –
I’ll learn the hard way or not at all.

The ship was built with planks of ice
So it’s no different from the sea,
Plank on plank of glaciers sliced
To raise a craft same as the sea,
To raise a craft as leaf to tree,
To better know the oversea.

Its sails were storms that whipped and wailed,
No doldrums deadened life on deck,
It caught its wind and on it sailed,
Beneath a blue flag unbedecked,
Beneath a saintly fire she trekked
Above so many other wrecks.

Whatever treasure she might hold
Is not worth the debt you’d owe,
Yet many come for unknown gold,
They let their mighty cannons go,
All shoot high when they should shoot low
And the sea swallows them all whole.

Forget forgiveness if you sink
At the wish of an angered sea,
Dive deep and deeply take the drink,
Serve your last master merrily,
Serve on the crew as leaf to tree
Beneath the blue flag of the sea.

All things leave a ghost
So I say why fear
When they are, at most,
Not all here.

Enjoy the ghost of rain
Without the wet,
Long fallen mountains
Still standing yet,
The first words you spoke,
Every nightly dream,
The moment you woke,
All else you deem
Unworthy of a memory
Goes on itself remembering.

So too this poem now passes on
To haunt as planned all along.

Lillip never got past
The right of the rocks to cast
Their first stones
At her old bones
And now she’s fallen to last.

Krikik jumps at the chance
To find that one wish that grants
All of the joy
That one grown up boy
Could claim of happenstance.

Snipit will laugh at it all
If he’s ever so lucky to fall
Into the minds
Of all those behind
Him marching his way to a wall.

Every one of us did, do and will
Clamber up similar hills
And fall down
And roll around
In the mud until, until

Get yourself ed-you-cated
So you know about you.

That’s the way to me-ning
And how to live and do.

It m-us-t involve c-us-tard
If we’re going by these clues.

Drewz wore a bow atop her head,
She tied it with some ribboned thread
From that first moment out of bed
Till end of day, till end of day.

She put in rainbows, lightning, vines,
That climbed up to her sailing mind
And joined it in its mad designs,
Tied nice and tight, tied nice and tight.

Drewz loved her thousand colored bows
But lived for when at last she chose
To yank the ribbon till it goes,
Then she’d explode, yes she’d explode.

Come morning she picked out her tie,
A ribbon with a lively dye,
And giving just the slightest sigh,
Drewz wore a bore, she wore a bow.

Complain! Complain! Complain!
Is this a competition?
You think all things a pain!
Has bucking up gone fishin’?

You gripe and grumble, whine and wail,
However does this fly?
“It’s not my fault I failed!”
Who’s to blame you didn’t try?

You’ve turned complaining to an art.
Nothing’s ever fair.
You’re far too dumb or smart
And you don’t seem to care.

Complaining’s all I hear
And it leaves me quite appalled,
But as you can see here –
I’ll out complain you all.

There’s a cloud in the sky,
A bug in my drink,
I believe every lie,
Haven’t learned to blink.

I think I’m hollow,
Never got a soul,
Once I even swallowed
My big head whole.

I’m too smart or dumb
With too little luck.
I don’t own a crumb.
I promise I’m stuck.

I swear I’m entirely useless!
I’ve got every excuse in the book.
But there are libraries full of incuses
So there’s no getting off of the hook.