The thoughts that are thought

Think of all the thoughts we think.

Good thoughts. Bad thoughts. Nice thoughts. And naughty thoughts.


Happy thoughts. That make us smile. Sad thoughts. That rather not
be thought.

A thought that's private. A thought that is shared.

Crazy, insane thoughts. Rational, sensible thoughts. Calm, peaceful thoughts. Anxious thoughts.

Thoughts that are born. Thoughts that are inspired. Borrowed thoughts.

Fleeting thoughts that come and go. Thoughts that linger. And breed more thoughts.

A single thought. A chain of thoughts.

Clear thoughts, of a sound mind. Confused thoughts of an irrational one.

Thoughts of love. Thoughts of family. And friends. Thoughts of strangers.

Remnant thoughts of the past. Thoughts of the here and now. Thought that think into the future.

Thoughts that turn into dreams. And fantasies. Thoughts that turn into a creation. Or thoughts that destruct.

Thoughts of great minds. Of artists on canvases. Of poets in poetry. Thoughts through films. Orations and books that translate thoughts.

And then the everyday thoughts of the ordinary man. And woman. And child.

The thought that are thought.

Like this one. A thought about thought.

kookie mookie shookie koo

Mama ka koochie poochie. Goo goo gaa gaa shee. Bad googy hup. soni moni. Alle alle baby choochie choo. Cutie patootie too. alle alle sonie monie tootie pootise poo. poo poo. No poo poo. baby did pee. sona mona baby. doodlie doo. such a sonie monie. chotru potru .

There's English. and Spanish. Mandarin. Russian. Canotnese. french.

And then there's baby talk.

No grammar. No rules. Phonetics, bah. It just comes naturally when you're talking to a baby who has not yet been inroduced to the complicated rules of language. It comes freely. And well understood and recieved in spasms of delight by recipient.

And I if it inspired doo doo doo, da da da, is all I want to say to you.