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

Kiss me Every day
  Road ,
where shall I turn or hop
  Staying  by your side.

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

Maybe this relationship could be saved
And become good for something someday
rather not to be me
When survey says but
look ok
   hide it away
  save your my own ***
and money for less than
what the dr ordered.

For a little broken flower.
Homegrown by kindness smiles and water.

Every mark tries to make me scared as the stars patch-up the night time.

Pop goes, the atom drops
the pale blue sky beyond my range;

within a clash of space and time
we are bound, bends the weather vane.

Where upon that field, the light green sea
to find how youth’s white flower lies;

a long life is a dream for you and me
we trace it back to Auroran skies.

So cross that tight rope -rip-in-time,
the radio plays your song, soon
when flash, that camera bangs
down the slide we come.

I feel if you can tell someone
You are sad that is beautiful.

Lucy's 3 word describing
The Bible
So pretty
I will believe....

globe your many suns
with your smile,
my room is free
from whirling

whenever alone,  enter,
to these places, without a master.

We paired your face up
with good geez
   added some furry- lovin it
lit'll momba
a lit'll special education,  
flash by old cheese
the developing billy
to wear you owef


      that you love.

To my neice a. English teacher, I'm sending bad this poem back to
Mermaids
Like you who sing
It must be true to be tough
Like In winter
I know now Peaches.

cut me  - like the folded belt  
tip of the sword, edge of the blade, the crack - of my ***
great effort and strain, to tighten up,
the pelt was alive, and separated
but no longer felt the grain
my Father made you two mean
and Mother slapped the boy out of me.

F-wasted eddy
Somerset is bittersweet
lower me lower.

****** liberation, and surrealist imagery of how Little I did I know.

Want Education how to Coopitulate with some otherwise its special says
I can't say it was horrible.
Just normal hack time grateful. idk.

everything's so wonderful now,
I just wanted you to know you are loved for being here during holidays
Help me make a big message of it.

Thinking provides us the opportunity to laugh at each others trying to do better
You're out cuzyou gotta shiner
Messed around with just any pretty face.

the next time around
the tables have turned,
and the nice thing
wasn't said openly
           and
-
  The world
  May never breathe the air
  when you want to do it again.

i have no better words
for drifting off in a drunk slumber
between your knees
as you watch your favorite  show on t.v, and
laugh at me.

the world hasn't enough for me
you ***** for the world.

Where of extreme beauty, when covered with their snowy fleece of bloom, or when glowing sweet and tasting, stony red apples outside the margins vary
   from tooth, to lobed or divided,
   thorns long and stout, or few and feeble; thus belying the name, a spectacle.

upon it is plain, your trolley warped me

allegro, The self we present to the world is like a dance
the only power at work within us
is cast as castration.
.
You Know when to tell true stories
And know what stories are true.
.
Are you robust in what you are doing, by kissing, celebrate wickedness?
Are you the light, at times angelic,
And at times demonic?
.
.
If the rules you follow to get her to a KISS concert
8majic8 and just 'a kiss', and that
what lives in us that we are doing

at a moment, we were not really shy…
because it wasn’t me doing it...

who got me to this kiss, at this tip of  *the kiss-
is the point fall in dance
I am possessed by lust
to your ****** just massaging.
.
.
I am the light or space within that fall
Complexity, like coke, that took shape as a kiss
And then we snapped my achilles- unto the matt I kiss.

kick in the face.
Probably
Not new.

A brand new Dr
We were both avacado freaks
She shared sprinkles of salt
And rubbed my belly.
It's almost close to
To a relationship.

I have a dream, once alone, was stone
my face-time, nevermore just a game
real-time took more my reserves, as serious things became;
  and at each closed door, you all crash the same.
and at each burn, we are meant evermore harder,
to be: as that desire became.

...and I'm confusing.
It's Where we left off.
                      
                         ...with just the child
      of imagination
                  to avoid fighting many reminds me not to give up-
not to think about it-
and check in once a year.

needling by the lake, she seeks me deafly,  
pure warm, and watery grave, gently released me of the week
to sleep, and to my flesh, I put to work, I kiss.
to be just with idleness or just with  laughter.

whose blue eyes are fairy, like the landscape
and with each day, I come to seek you,
she finds in me the cures,
oh gently, let's me down to you mirra, mirra, mirra.

Direct me
However dense various images overwhelmed my sixth sense
My little finger sparks and
Second natures tap.

your light...
the fast kid i wish onto
     the nerves never could've had two
just lines thew ya
to break on through ya

until the stars burn out  
I won't die  
and wait into eternity
and here, that skin suit- suits you.

I stare at the diamond
like I know what you're saying.

Rock et plant
Reset my goali love this chat room but plant taking it out
Iwakupahlone
Buhwwhawhawhswhaawhatvtoutiyt

the slant of gazing
   plays differently with Mishaps

  Slinks along the chain

Aversion to infuriating
Cant cop to that

when Life becomes lifey
like Mr Hair whose not hairing
speaks by hidden sounds

listening is asking
repeating what you said
Share your triumphs or struggles

sounds-like
Share your
TRiAMPs or Try[Eyeu]mphs

Sparkly gets more tracks - -
   Cadets control lining up - -
- - Thugs hug come alongs.

Can you hear me through the wall?

the icy coldness
  climbed up a sheer face
when I had no nook to hook to
   ancient crevasses
or younger bergs
climbing because it is there
and we still can.

d'like Mac 'n' Cheese!'  
from within grown-up-laws
   a raw crust on the edge
seals the deal...
from you became, just teenie
from inside tiny cups.

IK it must be hard (to call me)
because i'm not on-line (most times)
(and you can never visit me there)
just wondering if we are ok
but why didn't you call me by landline?

I made this my problem.
so that's why my plans have gone unnoticed
to arrive on your doorstop (to leave a note)
to tell you- you should've called
instead I'm standing asking, #Why-am-I-not-being-liked?#

FYI sideline
often by hashtag - which is a string of confetti
tied to this note on the door-
that signifies it being outside the letter.

moving on no.  I'm not destitutionalized.
but it's been a nice choice free healing to me
and freely to you.

I'm cellular-phone-plan free 1 1/2 years.
and it's been great not to have it,
but as convenience would have it
this letter you probably will not read until
months later
when you finally make it back to the cabin.

Ps
Broken window wasn't me.
I think you have bear problems here.

ON all four paws, running
I made faux pas, in my stepping
I now am hanging on to forgoing  
but forgot, when to make the easy lay up.

Try as I might- the earth has met its match  
covered-up by ineffectual tides
    convenience stores or outcasts-

  in these first dimensions,
I was hollow
as a foot blots its puddle
it's at its' very means to become without.

why can't I speak my native tounge
when you get to speak yours
in the belly of a fury

no matter what you say
i believe mechanical issues
this is mine,  yours yours

no language comes between us