The Grey

Date: November 7th, 2017

Previously on PZ: October Poetry


Midway between the Black and the White,
There is a zero-point which we call the Grey.
As the eons went by, Infinity grew to greater & greater extremes
The Grey always stood in the middle of them - it had always been this way.
Little did I know about this place where zero always stood
But soon I learned it was my home ever since childhood.
The place where I belonged so long as I misunderstood
All the feelings of the Multiverse and all I never could.
The place where my soul went when I dreamed -
The very place I cannot go while I’m awake -
It’s there, in the Grey, where I can have a foot in both worlds
Where I can have the best of all worlds,
Where all the worlds can have the best of me.
It’s there, in the Grey, where I mine the crystals of my soul
Because no one else is around to steal them from me.
The Grey is everything, the Black and the White have made it,
Created it as a melding continuation of themselves,
Fashioned it from themselves,
Molded it to become more than itself through experience.
It always has the core,
It is always the home to go back to -
The zero place for anyone, anytime, anywhere.
Whether traveling through the Black, or traveling through the White,
There will always be a place to go when you come to say Good Night.


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October Poetry

Date: October 16th, 2017

Previously on PZ: Rosie & Rockette Comic Strip, Episode 1

Love Poem: When I Opened The Door

I did not know it would be you when I opened the door.
It was strange, how you touched me with only your eyes.
It's no big surprise that I admire you,
Tall, dark, and handsome - I would merge with you.
I've certainly fantasized about it since your gaze
Has made me amazed at the thought of us merging together.
It's not always so easy in the real world, though
When we put on a show to pretend our feelings aren't there
(This is an existential death, I say)
Trust me, I would rather play with you.
I would like to keep a secret like this with you,
We could make every dream we've ever wanted come true.
The more loved ones I merge with, the more perfect I am
And you are my next true love.
We can be perfect for a time, creating light on a dime
And spend some nice memories together.
We could travel the world, we could stay right here
With no fear, we could handle all weather.
When I opened the door, I saw it was you
I was breathless, yet there was no way I could say
Just how much I wanted you to ravish me
In the way I would love to ravish you.


It's always been this way.
That's the zen of it.
Through the forest, up the mountains, beside the river
There is life everywhere.
Every ocean, every land mass, every planet knows
The big secret that everybody thinks but won't tell
You know - the one that tells you how life works.
Anyways, that secret is encoded in our DNA
That's the magic of it.
The secret we all know, whispers to each of us differently
And that's where we screw things up.
The moment we assume another's secrets
Is the moment we assume we aren't ourselves.
Life is a paradox - it begins & ends with death,
And everything we know exists in a bubble.
There is a time for all to rise anew from the ashes.
Maybe it's your time to die, or your time to live
Because every moment you have a 50/50 chance
Between the two extremes embodied in the question,
"To be, or not to be?"
Obviously I'm choosing to be.
Stars sparkle,
And so I live.

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Rosie & Rockette Comic Strip, Episode 1

Date: August 17th, 2017

Previously on PZ: The Chocolate Dog


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The Chocolate Dog

Date: May 25th, 2017

Previously on PZ: Crystal Clear Resonance Airwaves: Smooth Cruising On Gossamer Clouds

The Chocolate Dog ♥

I swear her eyes are made of chocolate
And so, you see, I want to eat them.
But then she gives me those sad, puppy-dog eyes
Then my heart melts to butter, and now
All I want to do is lick her chocolate eyeballs.
Her floppy brown ears - they might as well
Be chocolate pancakes, all ripe for the munching.
She loves to play in the snow outside,
And when the cold seeps to her bones
This little pup becomes a chocolate shake.
Curiousity killed the cat, but not this dog of mine
Whose paws, chest and chin appear to have been
Dipped in white chocolate - God's finishing touch
On a canine creature whose windows to the soul
Are so rich and so brown that they resemble
Dark chocolate eyeballs.


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