"The Rock"

There's a rock rolling down the stream, slowly.
It never was dirt but was magma.
It is prejudiced against, naturally.
Slowly it's becoming sand but the river continues without it.
And there are many rocks, next to it,
But they’re at different stages in their pathetic existence,
To us they’re dead.
One day, though solid they may be,
They will become universally understood,
Becoming beautiful answers to a common question:
Is there life on another planet?
And through the development of love and compassion,
They won’t be discovered for another million years,
The intelligence of rocks will have become loved, admired.
Mystically, the rocks grew upset because they were handicapped,
And were alive.
And once the rocks have been spoken of in this new light,
The English language will have changed,
To include them in a non-demeaning term,
Like the "Solids,"
A "rock" has many derogatory meanings, obviously.
A million years later, an ancient song was playing called "Rock and roll"
And soon the whole genre was listened to by the sentient rocks;
Because they felt oppressed, trodden over,
And were treated with the hopelessness as ants are to a crazed child:
Mystically, then, "Rock and Roll" was influenced heavily by Rachmaninoff.
For the Tribe of rocks, he was non-intimidating, and humble.
And he whispered into their ear or so they thought they heard:
Our subconscious mind never developed to its immortal soul.
For the Tribe of rocks, Led Zeppelin was their favorite group,
They're God-like and immortal,
In their music lied a secret code.
The Tribe of rocks chose "Rock and Roll" as their main language,
Then a new mystic after them was yet 'live and his name is Daniel.
And he felt like a rock and had a soul...

"My car"

My car is so dirty, it absorbs all the sunlight
Amidst the bright, sun-shiny foreground
And inside my car, there are so many things
That have to be picked up, for me to be at peace with myself.
'Cause it's a Taurus 2004, Ford, there will always be better
That money can buy, and people can afford, and
Friends admire.  Though there are some cars worse than mine.

"The Ruler of Pluto"

There's an imaginary ruler of the dwarf planet Pluto, 

He wins the dark side of the moon battle ten times over.

His Pluto is so cold, so distant, and so planet-like.

It would take a probe to reach Pluto ten years to pick him up,
And on average, it takes five and a half hours for radio signals to get there--
From earth.
 

We think that if the ruler of Pluto became exposed to the sunlight,
He would be unaffected like the cold color of its sea,
That's why we don't miss him when we're from the third planet of the Sun;
The green atmosphere, thin, and visible, holds heat like a sheet.
And it's just how cold it is that eludes him, because of who he is,
We infer.


The ruler's rock of rocks, ice, and his Loneliest of All made us yearn for more.
He had his reflecting moon, Charon, with him.
So Charon is thought to have been caught in Pluto's gravitational pull:

A stray from the Ort cloud--that's how puny we know it to be.
There are two other moons that orbit Pluto which are even smaller than Charon,
You see.

But as native inhabitants from the third planet of the Sun, 

We never theorized how cold Pluto is on its dark side
And it's moon, Charon, it never became fact where it came from.
Then one, long, Pluto day, the Sun's rays warmed Pluto one more time:

The horizon begun to disappear and cooled facing the backdrop of stars,    
Nebulae, etc..

We were always there with him in spirit, and we always loved him,

In his blissful, ignorant mind.