The very eyes of justice are blind folded from seeing the truth

America where are you?

For we shall perish away if the hands of the guilty go unpunished from all crimes committed against the  citizens of The United States of America.

jo.

Did that violin weep that longest night a lost forever ago?

That night when I wished out there upon that midnight star that brought along those hurricane winds to soothe me into all that was not visible to the naked eye,

And a voice explained out-loud to me

"I am here if only you would believe."

jo..

I am the illusion of what you are

I think not

But I believe in you

For the eye of the very tiger sleeps not inside of any known jungle but out there in plain sight of all that comes to seek me.

jo.

I slumber here beneath the harvest,

For I am that very first autumn leaf that has eyed you from the distance of time

And I harbor no known enemies for the eyes of love sleep not.

jo.

I want to write a love story

And, but

So help me out of this so angry tale of a want to be
For there is no such thing

And ouch it!
Now that so truly hurt me.

And why did you just slap me?

And the angriest buzzing of all bees ever
Now come down and assault me for even trying to think that I could ever be loved.

jo.

Riding the storm out deep inside of me
hiding in all darkest corners so it will not whiplash me backwards out there to be grabbed by those entangled webs of all fear,

And so I dig deep burrows so that I can just play dead there inside of each deepest hill
and stay down inside of there and not even blink

For those eyeless eyes of that storm shall strike deep here within each silken thread that I have tied ten thousand knots in just to survive.

jo.

Between the dust of mulberry bend
Sat seven little men
Each one had a whistle that they had carved out of enchanted wood
And the sound that came out of them made the air become filled with enchantment

And magical things would appear as though like snake charmers

And so one silent evening as the dew met the grass
A rabbit hopped out,

Yes I said a rabbit
Why is it that you are now doubting me
For do I not hold this pen of mine?

And so this rabbit was so unusual because he had three eyes and he did not hop
He skipped and he had a jump rope,

And so out came those seven little men and they wanted that rabbit to be gone

And so they each picked up their whistle and out came that sound that scared that poor little rabbit into jumping right out of that magical place that he had fallen inside of,

And to this day those rabbits are known as jumping jack rabbits

And I heard you all booing away at this short little made up story

And hey you!
Why did you just toss my book away?
jo.