My soul is carrying
His soul across the universe
That is where his soul belong
And across the universe
Is my soul's home

i'm sure a dog be able to build you a house.*

i fed a Kaiser bun to a homeless dog
outside a Warsaw bus station once,
homeless dogs are a big thing in
poland... it's not exactly the heaven
of Battersea, but that's where they're heading;
one dog in the triumphant fountain
left stranded to drown...
dogs... dogs... why would i feel more
for dogs? if i'm waiting to be example
akin i'll be glad to die a second time,
with what's hardly worth imagining,
as feeding the stray dogs of Warsaw...
with the haven for dogs south of the Thames
at Battersea; dogs held to ***** above man.

Some dogs can be precious; some dogs can be mean.  If you don't want to start itching, it's best to keep them clean.
Some dogs can be precious; some dogs love to bite.  If you're planning on training them, teach them to do what's right.
Some dogs can be precious; some dogs just don't care.  These dogs, just do not stand to close, it's important to be aware.
Some dogs can be precious; some dogs go astray.  If they return back home, acting strange, run and get out of their way.
Some dogs can be precious; some dogs can be your friend.  Love your dogs so very much, even down to the end.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing

Organic has touch,
Metal outlasts.
Organic has sound,
Metal just echoes.
Organic has cushion,
For emotions within.
Metal stays strong,
Can take the toughest hits.

Organic has taste,
Depending what it ate.
Metal vibrates,
To try to imitate.
Organic has colors,
Metal has paint.
Organic forgets,
Metal just waits.

Organic fades,
Metal floats in gray.
Organic needs air,
To sustain health.
But Metal stays,
Right near our chests.
Organic craves,
As Metal engraves.

Organic understands,
Metal just learns.
Organic has a name,
Metal has a brand.
But for some reason,
Found more in our hands.
Keep organic close,
And to metal stand.

Like a migraine unwinding
you feel a pain
deep down in your soul
that seems binding
as pieces of you unravel
like a shrouded veil
falling to reveal the parts
that you are still finding

It isn't easy searching
for things that you didn't
even know you'd lost
Like a hidden force driving
with a faulty gps
and a wheel that you
can't seem to control
brining you to what is hiding

Do you slam on your breaks—
                  or do you keep looking?

What is that
he said
as his fingertips
brushed
lightly
above my heart
scar tissue
I said
I am lucky I am
not dead

it wasn't until the sun rose
that I realized
just how much
I was in love with the moon

All day I hear the noise of waters
Making moan,
Sad as the sea-bird is when, going
Forth alone,
He hears the winds cry to the water's
Monotone.

The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing
Where I go.
I hear the noise of many waters
Far below.
All day, all night, I hear them flowing
To and fro.

You better get the fact checkers
this doesn’t make no sense…
I feel the wild wind whipping
tearing through the fence…
Soon the walls will tumble
in a trembling blink of eye..
I know there’s an eternity
on each and every side!!