Saturday, November 24, 2012

Felicia and the Oz



Twirling and whirling purple winds mix large and small
Felicia tumbled head feet head with umbrella clock in hand
Clashing down softer bird fly she descend
Eyes of lavender brown looked awed grandiose
Paradise of new flavor swept the air
Cherries great red blue yellow bounced on rivers of purple
Click clack down the road of yellow happy smile road
Skipping merrily she bounced on feet of air
Cow of talk she spoke of language of many
Felicia Felicia Mary the cow prattle merrily deep
Where goes the Oz of Great Divine future of land return
North North direct the bovine loudly and happily cry
Once a time of here there Princess Aurora lute flute played
Kingdom of lavish swells of white clouds bloomed air of sweet
Blue green red swirls of flowing lands dwell
Dwell dwell a seer of great known of capricious lay
Unicorns of plenty neigh play of great gallop of blooms of flowers bitter sweet
The Mouse and Lion tugged tugged ankle deep in traps of many
Felicia charmed eyes swirling of deep amaze
Follow me swirl fingers of light flowed crookedly grasp
Seer seer of white castle ice of formed crest
Journeys long fierced of babes of gentle bumps of edgedness
Paths of three before crave wind of time
Choose choose of which path crave heart of stone
Eyes closed finger paused middle of palm of head
Reveal reveal truth of seek by many of righteous and wrong
Middle middle crow the hand of future time spent
Opening opening slow as a sand in a pebble the door creeped and wailed
Moving slow as the spindle Felicia Mouse Lion proceeded forth tick toc
Webs of age draped and walked the corridor narrow swift
Light bright sun pain of blue yellow combined weld before
World of ice black sight betray the light
Far far deep of recess revolve spin the crest of Castle Air
Spinning wildly wind rushing West and North sight of clear
walking on spun webs of spider
Felicia blew her hand seven behold sun crest moon of orange appear door to fly appear
Felicia Mouse Lion capulated from door to Castle Air
Entering dark shadows of large they creeped below
Blind weary hunger they proceeded further within sad of turn
Who goes behind wall spoke gruff
Felicia Mouse Lion cried the trio loudly trumpet
Reason Reason awake me slumber of repose deep
Lost Lost hungry sad lonely cried all trio
Summon Summon me who tell grant way of home free
Mary the Cow prattle quick brittle relayed tale of true of relentless blue
Oz the Seer reached found of blast fire
Adventures adventures have found embroiled deep relay Oz of growl deep tunnel of curiosity
We trio fought wind of pain swirl of deep combine our name
Sword of word games that deal death or nay clamor swift of maybe
Revolving crash crushing walls we fought back to back saying sesame close sesame close
Yelling howling a blue green maybe hill road we commence a steady pace to spider trail
Here we be stumbling with plea crowing of help resounding echoes chasms
Great tales of feat accomplish brave heart of small
Great Oz say close eyes of big small six and tilt light of heart and say home home home
Awash in clearest of bluest light of wide clouds came thought of swirl of universe emersed
Spinning head over hills they tumbled great begins of universe beginning
Back back time wheel churn churn ever flow they begin to say home home home we be back where we start a play and not a day
Sighing sighing content content of everyday Felicia Mouse Lion fell prostate on ground of calm
Home home they never wish to leave again again again and will bless day day day ever more
By Felicia McCaw

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Cloudy Days Storm the Gate

Seeming wide free the lash break the wall
Renew my strength
I been down this road of storm of lash
Road of pain and sorrows know I have found
I been down this road before
Life of cruel and disdain welcome I it have I found
Sorrows tree of white reflect the pain of gain
I been down this road before
Many a times a trouble seen is not what you think
I been down this road before
Seeming of great wall of pain this young one found
Old young the great willows bend and bow
I been down this road before
Trouble of now and yesterday of sad happy ugly
Pain of raw renown
I been down this road before
Knowledge of gain of renown of fame
Fortune negate world view
Lost found regain christening of games lies truth of release
I been down this road before
Pathetic world sin saint of crown of thorns
Walking steadily narrow path of straight line divide
I been down this road before
Amusement fatigue disgust of blue rays of ignore
Clear pain of no regard of yesterday tomorrow
I been down this road before
Success tribute riches poorness gallop side to side
Men boys women girls morals or not great small
I been down this road before
Arrogance of today is fallow of shadows of leaf grows
Grant of sadness happy of yet a aqua night
I been down this road before
Division of night day seemingly great tribute of Lord's divine
Troubling ignorance of riches too many spaced apart
I been down this road before
Fame acclaim afford much but a hunter's glen sparkle true
Society of the rich regrets poor origins of lack of space
I been down this road before
Pity rules the head thought revolve plenty look
Bought paid of a beggar's purse they seek sought found
I been down this road before
Storm the gate and it looks cloudy forms thick rich and regrets not
I thought the road of pain enlightens and suffers the fast bright
I been down this road before

By Felicia McCaw


A Facet of Freedom

Always remember that freedom is not always free
But tomorrow is granted to us all to strive on
That today is never a failing but a gift to the world
I have a dream that we will all achieve the gift of this
New America.

By Felicia McCaw

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

False Dilemma

Closing eyes of weary
Hand bricked at head a split
Questions of why fallacy abound wildly
Clutch Clutch mind blowed with false dilemma
Beg the question flash repeatedly
Stop Stop my mind explodes on this slippery slope of dung
Body paused heaving back churned in cross
To rationalize thrills minds aplenty
Fallacy becomes the rich content bath of deceit
Irrevelant closed eyes of weary clash colors blue red haze
False dilemma needed soon clasp heart of true
Heart of true misery soul gain a few necessary plays
False dilemma closed the one who plays true sweet

By Felicia McCaw

Written 11/19/2012 Inspired by The Vocabulary of Critical Thinking Book
By Phil Washburn