Meaning. Full Nonsense.

I can prove you love you
Deep down in your heart
When it beats each second for you
Never stopping from the start.

I can prove you love you
In each nerve (you have a lot)
When you move your hand so quickly
When you’re touching something hot

I can prove you love you
Your reactions give away
Your desire to be protective
Over who you are each day

I can prove you love you
Through the comfort that you feel
When you’re buried in your blankets
Or you’ve eaten a good meal

The you that loves you loves you
Loves you deep down in each cell
From that microscopic level
You are wishing yourself well

And when the thoughts you build on top
Stay honest, deeply true
Then you can’t help but love yourself
As much as you love you.

All the NO’s that they can throw
Don't mean an awful lot
If you just try your best more times
Than all the NO’s they got.

An American Girl saw an Action Guy
As the Action Guy was hopping by
And the American Girl called out “HI!”

“Hi ,right back” said the Action Guy
“How nice to find a friend nearby
I was out from my fort and wandered by”

The American Girl said “Action Guy,
There’s something I noticed as you bounced on by
Do you mind if I ask you a question “why?”

“Why not?” replied the Action Guy
I have nothing to hide from a prying eye
You can ask and I’ll answer, or at least I’ll try

“Okay” said the American Girl, then “Why
Do you have a giant hand around your thigh?
And why does your voice come out of the sky?”

“Well,” paused the thoughtful Action Guy
“The hand helps me move and the voice, reply
And sometimes the hand will help me fly!”

The American Girl, no longer shy,
Asked “but do you ever wonder ‘why?’
Why is there a hand around my thigh?”

“Well that’s my Kendan” said Action Guy,
“We’re a team, me and him. He and I.
And I don’t do much but lay and lie
When he isn’t there to help me try.
Can I ask one back”? Asked Action Guy

“Of course” said American Girl, “and I
Will answer well or at least I’ll try
I have no reason to be sly.”

“Okay” began the Action Guy,
What about the hand around your thigh?
And why does your voice come out of the sky?”

“That’s Kylyn” said American Girl, “she’s why
I get up and go and make music or pie
And I stand tall instead of just standing by
And I love her and don’t want to say goodbye
But sometimes I just wonder “why?”

“Well” thought the Action Guy
“Have your ever thought about why
There are legs on a table or wings on a fly?
A table doesn’t ‘table’ if it doesn’t stand high
And what kind of a fly is a fly that won’t fly?
So would I be an Action Guy
Without my Kendan and his action supply?”

And American Girl said “I think that I
Understand what you mean or mean to imply.
There’s no such thing as ME or I
That is separate from WE, that’s why
We are the help we get that helps us fly.
I am my Kylyn and my Kylyn is I!”

“Sounds good to me” said Action Guy
“Now did I hear you mention pie?
And might you have a slice for I?”

In Spelling, my F’s for ‘phenomenal’
In Math, my D has a plus!
In Science, my E is for ‘Excellent Work’
And I even got a note from the bus!

In Music, I mastered the key of C
In Gym, my F is for fast
And my History teacher said “see you next year”
Cause he wants to relive the past

My final report card just came in
Without one “A”nnoying or “B”ad!
My mom’s so excited she’s yelling at me
“Just wait til I show your dad!”

One year’s far too long for food on a plate,
Or to stand in a line and wait wait wait wait
One year feels like forty with nothing to do,
But goes by in a blink when I spend it with you.

In a river
By a tree
A little fish
Once said to me

Life flows and goes
And so do I
If I hold on
Life pass me by

We will breeze past the obstacles
We will not fall down
When Ninja Warrior
Comes to town

We won’t break a sweat
It’ll be such a breeze
That C. Katanzaro
Will see us at ease

We won’t trip or stumble
We won’t even slow
While we seek out our seats
In the third or fourth row.

It was hot. Very hot. Did we mention the heat?
As we sat on the stoop south of Sanderson Street.

When sweet Sam came to chat, he was covered in sweat
And then stuttered - the heat must have made him forget.

When Mike pedaled over, his tires almost popped
So he had to keep going, he couldn’t have stopped.

Hunky Hank couldn’t leave from the shade to say “hi."
Skater Sid caught a breeze so he kept rolling by.

Winston waved from his window and Todd sent a text
But it only said 🔥 and nothing came next…

The thermometer maxed out at one twenty three!
(The only thing hotter was Jeanie - and me.)

I’m pretty sure that baseball made it’s way to outer space
For I hit it really far and really hard
And I could kind of tell that when he threw it ‘cross the plate
It wasn’t going to stay here in the yard

It may have smashed the ozone as it left the atmosphere
I hope the scientists don’t get upset
But the greatest slugger ever just sent one into space
And we haven’t left the second inning yet

Once it disappeared beyond the clouds and out of view
I heard the crowds all gasp and cheer and shout.
‘Cause when I swing my bat and hit a satellite like that-
Wait! What do you mean I’m OUT!??

I wanted to help
And to do something nice
So I went up to Rod
And I offered. Twice!
I told him, “it's fine,”
"Take a break from the fuss.”
He told me "Sit down!"
"You can not drive the bus!"

A ladder is not long enough.
A cannon isn’t strong enough.

No mountain’s nearly high enough
No plane could ever fly enough

A rocket ship can make it there
But astronauts don’t like to share.

So while I’d love to go with you
We might need something else to do…

There's a girl at school you haven't met.
Her name is unseen Jean.

She hasn’t turned thirteen yet.
Her name is preteen unseen Jean.

She likes to make students upset.
Her name is mean preteen unseen Jean.

But you’ll never see her sweat
Her name is clean mean preteen unseen Jean.

She has a sweater that she wears.
Her name is green clean mean preteen unseen Jean.

An attitude that says “who cares?"
Her name is serene green clean mean preteen unseen Jean.

And seven thousand teddy bears
They call her queen serene green clean mean preteen unseen Jean.

She takes when she goes WAY downstairs
In her queen serene green clean mean preteen unseen Jean submarine.

I am made for hiding
But I’m always on display
To grab me is a penalty
Yet I'm held when people play

My expression never changes
And yet the sight of me
Can summon yells or laughter
Or fear to great degree

To see through this illusion
Is not a heady task
For my very own description
Unveils me as ________.

I don’t believe in love songs anymore
I think that they’ve got it all wrong.
It’s just so contrived to claim someone alive
Can live up to the words of a song.

Nobody’s hair frames features so fair,
Nobody’s eyes are like oceans.
There’s no girl or boy with a look
Or a glimpse that can stir up such tender emotions.

Noone’s impression can keep you from sleep;
Send you tossing through yearning all night.
Nobody’s breathless replies in your dreams
Will portend such pure love at first sight.

I don’t believe in love songs anymore
And I find their inference unkind,
But if you disagree (and you like what you see)
I’d be open to changing my mind...

It’s up to you to grow
In the way you want to go.
The shape that you will take
Is up to you to make.

Your outshape can be strong
Or clean and lean and long
Or soft and bendy too
It’s really up to you

Your topshape can be fluff
Or long, if there’s enough
Or one giant spike
Or anything you like

Your brainshape can invent
Recall the place it went
Or crack a joke real quick
Or anything you pick

Your inshape can be mean
And always make a scene
Or generous and warm
Or take a funny form.

The means are there to make
The shape you want to take.
A book, or weight, or tool
Or class inside a school.

So, find a shape you love
And can’t stop thinking of
A shape you want to be
Your favorite shape of “me".

Well this is the worst night that we’ve ever had.
I scheduled the scaring and now I feel bad.

Wolfman, you showed up, the demons did too;
I’m sorry, my fiends, that there’s nothing to do.

The wraith’s rightly angry, and so are the ghouls,
But the kid’s under blankets… and those are the rules

If they say their flowers smell really good.
It’s nice to walk over and give them a smell.

But I would be careful about where I stood
If they said that their flowers smell really well…

“Stinking kids and all their racket,
Late night noise, and no good acts!”
“Stinking kids out in my garden
Rooting through for late night snacks.”

“Stinking kids with all their howling,
Growling, digging in my yard;
Tearing through my trash and thrashing
With such blatant disregard!”

“Stinking kids with all their claw marks,
Clawing up my garden gate.”
“Digging up my sweet potatoes,
Leaving scraps of things they ate...”

(I’m not here to argue with him
About what does or does not stink
But whatever’s wrecking Old Jon’s garden
Is not ‘stinking kids’, I think.)

Sometimes you make mistakes
And everything just breaks
The more you try to fix
The more the problem sticks
And nothing goes as planned
Please know I understand
When this happens to you
(Cause it happens to me too)

My sister’s not as great as she will tell you.
She says she does a lot that isn’t true
She claims she really "gets the best of me",
She gets my worst and doesn’t have a clue.

She says she knows just how to "push my buttons"
But I have zero buttons to be pressed!
I’m not some metal robot or computer!
I’m just the brother of a pushy pest!

She says she "gets my goat" but I don’t get it
I’ve never had a goat that could be gotten!

I do not own a farm or any livestock
My sister is the only thing that's rotten!

She tells me that she’s "tying me in knots"
She’s not 'cause I’m not knotted, not at all!

I’m standing on the ground and yet she argues
“I’m really driving you right up the wall”!

I’m certain that my eyes see all the colors
But she insists she “has me seeing red”!!
She claims she got “underneath my skin”!!!
Then apparently got up “inside my head”!!!

I wonder when she thinks I “ate my heart out"
Then wore the rest of it out “on my sleeve"
She even tells me that she knows my pet
But I’ve never even heard of any “peeve”!!!!

She always says she’s “ruffling my feathers”,
As if I am some kind of squawking bird!!!
Or mentions “steam that's coming out my ears"
But obviously not cause I still heard!

My mouth is not foaming!
My lid hasn’t flipped!
She hasn’t “beaten me" to any “punch"
I’m not in a “tizzy"
My “shoulder’s" not “chipped"
And my panties are certainly not in a bunch!!!

My sister is awful!
Her lying is bad!
She makes up these stories
And it MAKES ME SO MAD!!!

I went to visit my dear Pap and
Left behind a baseball cap and
Didn’t worry when it happened.

I took with me a cowboy hat when
I hung out with my friend Matt, then
Left behind that western fashion.

I hung out with Jan and Jeannie,
Left behind my yellow beanie,
Ran home smiling (should’ve seen me)

Hanging out with Sam was swell, met
Steve and Sarah both as well, yet
Walked away without my helmet.

You might find it odd or random,
The fine headgear I abandon
At Bill’s or Brenda’s or at Brandon’s.

But truly the fact of the case is
I leave my hats in lot of places
So I have homes in lots of spaces
Around a lot of friendly faces.

"I got your nose!"
My Dad loved to play
I yelled "give it back!"
But he took it away.

Then I had no more nose
On the front of my head
And could not wear my glasses
And then my mom said...

"You've got your Dad's eyes"
Then he took back the set
So I had no more eyes
And was getting upset

I told Mom the truth
"This is really a bother"
She told me right back
"You sound just like your father"

So he took my mouth too!
And then, with that missin'
I sat there and heard
"He'll just never listen!"

And that was the last thing
That I got to hear
For he popped'em right off
First the right, then left ear

Now I sit where I sit
Cause I put up a stink
But they can't take my mind -
Um… I don't think...

We haven't met
A creature yet
That didn't come from here

We haven't shook
A hand or hook
Not from our little sphere

So as we stare
In to the sky
We know we've just begun

There's lots of space
Outside this place
For awful lots of fun