The difference ‘twixt the comment and critique
is thought by some as trivial at best.
Both natterings delivered with some cheek
comparing hard won art to all the rest.

Midmost though there’s abundance to be found.
The difference ‘twixt the comment and critique
presents a bifurcation nigh profound,
for one is depth, the other rather weak.

A comment is didactics dealt oblique.
A self indulgent practice that inflates
the difference ‘twixt the comment and critique.
Analysis, our skill and ken donates.

We all are masters of ourselves
each one is fatty may be distinct
you and I
may be a bit fatter
that perhaps
but then what of that

I can still walk a mile
a day
from morn to noon
you may kindly so say

Come on my heart it's time to bloom
it's time to stir your buds alive
for spring is here, wipe out the gloom
where everything's a busy hive.

That summer's here, it's never late
come on my heart it's time to bloom.
It's never late to celebrate
and stroll across the peaceful flume.

When summer's gone, there is still room
for you and I are still entwined.
Come on my heart it's time to bloom
so leave those frowns somewhere behind

aliens are not necessarily travelers or seekers
they just have the shadow of death cloud among
knowledge of the function of its sting - its appropriateness
free from the illusionary effects of cinematography
controlled monsters on the 2,3,4, channels
what of the infinite channels, grow before you
into steep providence of tethers jackknifed
is man juice to another mans day, perhaps they are
the harps that zest the heart to music
plot to play to ease temporary maliciousness
on aliens who are the real dangers of the mind.