Grumblely little feet and smooches volcano,
I love you

Your Cosmos.
captures stars In my eyes.and wanting to die in the earth
the force is with me
I am one with the force,
its a Waiting Lover elegant to show me

You and I can declare like myself his human will had failed that God can do for us what we cannot do for ourselves unless we can admit our complete defeat.

In ordering a new world to be lifted before each other,
There is no more original power in sin or in him than there is in me at this minute unless we can offer our suffering up for such an impossible tasks ahead if us.

Shout the greatest tidings of such wars over our  burnt offerings of which God is better pleased to receive between Cain or Abel.

At This time I would ask to help my brother with what is here in each of our hearts the choicest of the flock and the fattest spring time meats.

Running the bases
Tag anyone who can give
intelligence once.

To love,
To hope,
To these fire ambers,
And to all the
kelly green
For my love,
I left you there,
In Ireland.

There are two types of men,
Who pass me bye:
And those women with
Their babies
On their arms.
They were either beasts of the field
Or fools for the aire,
Crossing the sea –
Burning their own house down –

And to the time, we took them in
And to the time, we took to notice them
And to that runaway train
We began
We were armed on the line
at the stone church.

To our Irish grandparents
who Did too, on the old homestead
So none could go live there ever again.
And a black bird sad
Sang to the dead at night
We all were just waiting for
That moment again, to arise.

So here comes Johnny walker
And here he comes waling at these walls
Going about, walking about or
On a walk about…

If rather go walking
than to the front-line?
With these red stained linens
With lions and for our some crown
go Broken, for that is the only way home!

like that there: in Ireland…
like A cashbox in the field we just found!

As a shark, we grab, she sparks a domestic quarrel;  she thinks me a fool, but the liveliness to get some, makes me feel virile,
                 and this land, she is nomadic.

Middle of being

      down, my soft shod creator  

[Muted[((( walks back clouds

my cracked tail light
and i just came from
hanging out with a friend
you tell me you smell something
and it's a test at 3:30 a.m.

but it's a just procedure
and i feel , "i'm good" and
I am
2 do the" toe-to-toe balance

and arguing will not save you
because we are together

my man
counting the exact #
thirsty day of such the breath-a-lizer
and desire to work

He's dieing

If you laugh
I will
Blub blub blub in hell

been so alone, never could make you
a friend,
*** always made each of us, an anomaly.

Let's throw this
I'm corners glad
And let's get off

way down the runway
we go
undercover
a desert every mile
you mark me with your smile
pulling that ring onto another
flattop highway
and this  backseat spring meant for no other.

of Girl land I think, I will name this; it’s not allowed or to hang such things in my own kitchen, the old man desires have become so common.   She can be a woman inside and that is to remain and hold me.

I bought this picture and hung it up- the wizard of oz
it does makes ME feel weird that it is a picture of someone so young and long ago. sad ART ? Because I’m, who I am right now, wanting that type of girl to feel better when I’m sooo old. Anger would it be so bad, when I am with people like her or others, with their fresh memories of Summer-

I pretend not to feel any of the fear when the rejection of life comes. And it starts to make me feel weird. What if I try to put up a nice picture of companions together?   is that what we call them?  the scarecrow, tin man, and lion? And what if it’s in my own desires to become like that, in mind?  But this is not when it’s truly not actually happening before my eyes.

Soon June, you are gone in the Summer, the girl, not the Season, and under your skin, this girl she reminds me of that.  And that it’s not going to be dark again, here in Kansas, when Winter comes or when I am older later, and older later and later.

I will have survived and never succumbed to another Season and in June.   Who is She is in my August and September?   That's o.k. if I don't know is what people think. I've no need for their approval or imprisonment.   I've got enough LOVE to go around me and Toto.

Don't wait
How quiet beautiful
Just do it
Don't wait

I.d.'diction is the eye just obsessing-
super ego's identity, it's a powerful myself
fixated I dream to out live all others
Our reality is what it costs us.

thin up, thin up, charlottel's web  
   lil pig'spanked, I'm fully yours

my devinedthin  wafer delighted by fire

flickering youth lick them, write  them, then chisthel my nithel...
   we where them rhinestone buckle button flies?

dear, my handsthome lil' itch face,
Bacon is a good label as No Name brand.

i drove myself home
it feels more like home every time i come here
the duck on the gravel river bed
shaking off its water

silt has retired the old place
higher every time I open the cabin
I didn't forget to bring the beers
how many miles can compare
to the connection this nature
a creek
a sanctuary
far from wild
just wild
as little kids ever could
just stagger into the woods.

recruit/join, dear john, pulling us into, the one,
to take my spit, pulled me up, to do pull-ups
plopped me into the field's rain
severed from common man, ran
summed up in His calls to wild  
throws up pages into fire, trips
as the old rub, did to it, once, bounce.

therein, it lies, a rose-barb'sharp arm
     who captures the iron;
tickles or can be called to trickles.

~Where such numbers cannot try the cause let
My thoughts be ******, or be nothing worth!~WS

2/27         6 : 3 0  AM       8 : 0 0 PANDA           1 1 : 0 0 AM
     Hello  /  hands upon the wheel  /   an eel  good time

*tokyo >
Hey, roll roll hotel into madness ?            < *shen lady sadness
joy rise in >                                                           give up yo vow save yo city mojo.
What does that mean?                                   < Her man
                                                            ­        ..., grabs yo self a  beer.

food can we comprehend
100, 200, 2000 years I  have not seen
till this middle age
and lay my hungry for execution
I can see the waste is just me....
I have no use for food
without it providing a space to know me.

The time a old neighbor tells me of their cat...
And a neighborhood Theif takes my stuff
 that's ok
because I can buy new things,
But I can't buy back my time.

To the farmwork maybe or church or just stand outside I haven't a clue what to do or which day is the Lord's day?

From every day forward,  Lott's of family drives are to escape cities
the concrete blondes burning to get away from the long sleeps.

Happenings by the Hour.

Emerald flora,
Puerto Rico kisses- tore' tore'
Conquistadora.

Here is the ground,      stand up in it,
and tie to the re-placement of it,     notes over time presses it
flows out eruption,
   be a leaded no. 2, pencil inside,  
tied to a tree,  
\diamonds\ th'are A-girl’s best song,  all them hungry eyes swoon
  become eclipsular,
yourself to yourself motiveAtion, never becomes,
One with the Volcano: the , shoots up.
grow all ways, your early roots. were just and are spectacular.

Noone else made me feel
As you do Place a star on my cheek. The Rock band experiences message,
  wants your kiss to push.

we are the lucky ones,
getting off now and playing
upon the field and what's to come.
   the Forever ,
thank God for you it is going to be over soon.

I'll remember your rookie card,
when just 21,
my lil gang and me,
and we all signed it,
from Joe, from atop of the World Trade Towers,
Caught us in that flight,
with best regards for our Bazookas and Bubblegum.

I'm waiting for you

Volunteer The earth
His destroyed by the all-to-many, but it's nothing to **** anyone, because  I'd be the first.

reach in teacher, a wake behind the lashes
    you're liking struggles
to knock those who cling to the rocks, until asked,
to be torn from the daylight
    you are becoming, like an outsider
and you light the candle as a part of me
or let them parish.

Isaiah. Says bow much
Real teens watch & stop the game
I hung in a tree, I broke a rib
I laid across my my my my
This is what I want to pay for it.

Surfs her grannies sticks
Powders bits of chalk cued licks
  trick shots off the bank

How was your new years Eve
As we get older they may
Not have one
Since their butts
Have moved
To their front.


lan·guid

adjective
1.
(of a person, manner, or gesture) displaying or having a disinclination for physical exertion or effort; slow and relaxed.
"they turned with languid movements from back to front so as to tan evenly"

Zipper  lipper  clicks
Spins ballet in snack size sqeeze
    Off rim buzz ins luck

smile at who you are
strangers Turning around me
Everybody down on the corner
Seems so far away.

I am sorry, to forgive  
who moved your flower
to push your knees apart to know.

in thy choir, I wrote to kneel-
When we met in thy vespers hour -

and in the between
your feasts were great
and we kissed  the greats of choir.

I left not one wounded man behind.
toward the darkness of notes I go.

At the edge skirts
of Our Town I
black sharpee marked it
pop. - 1;
thrown to the dust

science named (scratchin myheadulus)
   circa duh dynasty,  of lordship
homevalley ties it up somewhere
between this is not over... near the dog dish
Q'smArtsalots
circular table of embarrassed posts
plain tiffs  de centralized combats
questions and rebuttals

I missed my ashes, today, and everyone who had them, stared
right at me, like somehow they knew and were scolding.

I couldn't get the radio's station to come in right for the oldies,
one the dial, it lands right next to the Mexican station.

In between, on travelocity,  I resolved this and did not to look for things
things that seem to fit into my paradigm,

as if Newton scolded an apple to understand m=himself.

A perfect place is an enemy of a good one.

Aus Staub
bist du
geworden
-zu Staub
sollst du
wieder
worden

From dust you've become,
to dust
you shall again, in my throat
have been.

Something good can feel bad, a warm and true  wanting,  a girl like you
Survives.

Everyday I hide me
Laughing is all I have
And is Certainly
Tense.

Blue Moon groaned you're late
  Charmed, Springs music slow fingers,
       Shoot out what I found.

that good fight hurt
only one
for which I longed too...
the sun,
who pulled its golden bow
where I could replace
the salt of the winters bone
with every new day, till spring.

When is too soon ?
I'm warm in plaid
Find me in the break room
in a powdered donut moustache.

to collapse
A Key to it's lock

trying to hear interesting
What goes on inside
.
Write to a personal
Secrets they're not.

In Truth I just followed by it's so many places to be beautiful.

to receive doubt was
       just when it needed my most
  It missed you just once.

When you are sent to tell
About the time we had together

Don't go adJustin water falls
in time Be the Jason' change you are used to jumpin babbling brook sheilds,
In ether either is lillith or your No way
at nothing at all just to that end time
clock that conquered you scaling the wall
is calling too: I'll be waiting there for you.

the vice
Love. Love live ska all
All
Die
200
Times
Go back to black