Why, oh why
Must this sky be kept grey?
Dreams tunneling deeper pushed from the light
And clear thoughts mixed awry.

Double digits aint a blessing friend.
Double halfway near the end but I hardly even see it.
Day 11 of what is it you can’t even recall?
Oh Christ bound fast in ******* filthy cell,
This is how the angel fell.

Sing me a sweet song.
First you’ll have to turn and tune that tickled tooth
I don’t enjoy an off key worker bee.
But what’s wrong with me?
Would you like an honest opinion or a real one friend?
That lady’s lackluster list leads to no end
Hm…
So I’m eternal
No just shut up and keep that pathetic journal

How to paint a landscape through riveted steel window screens.
Well there’s three trees two and one of a kind
At least a dozen boring bushes caught in my mind
One connected building opposite, white with orange and gray
And a whole bunch of people moving.
All while Buddha sits.

Four turns…
Four turns point down within these boxes.
Tail bitten chased by following red foxes.
These lovers leave ***** trails through the sand,
But good friends extract tattoos on my lonely souls hand.
Please, please captain help me wax my earnest ears.
Crashing on the rocks nightly reaps woeful tears.
And yea it’s beautiful music that draws me near
But where does the soul go at the conclusion of yet another year.

Three queens…
Why do you bring me here?
Why do you suddenly appear,
Out of air with songs so clear?
Now I’m lost without a seer,
And can’t hold a trace of what is dear.

Hunter…
Bowman of the woods rid this path,
Of harsh kings evil epitaph.
And let me not follow in a fools wrath.
Artemis’ hand leads the chart at last.
Ensure stern sister that I do not break fast,
And spend my days limping one way dragging a sore cast.
So the pieces left do not shatter.
Internally ingest information attempting to make the mind fatter,
Meanwhile every movement causes clatter.
But can even one remain sane without a stain.
Surely mother nature could do without acid rain.
If it came to the choice of not a single more day of pain,
I’d still choose love.

One pair…
Running through a great deciduous metropolis
Good goddess hanging by my side there’s no stopping us
Immune to infectious wounds pouring out blood and pus
Even joyful alone with strangers on a late night city bus
In these short days it’s far from all I need
What’s the point of getting chest beaten with golden greed
Just take me to that luscious garden
And I will sing loves long lost pardon

Call me the great American Sweede
I’ve clearly got it all.
But son, sun, little miniature mouse
My gloves don’t even fit right so..
You’ve gotta search cellar house.

A merry rise builds off a muscled fall.
So watch and learn; success is failure.

Arsonists!
Flee this game of fetch at once,
Banished from his house while constructing persists,
My lord accepts all gifts, but, stolen shingles.
This guy can’t catch em at all ash, just a fresh flicker.

Ts’ whut happens win ya work dog units.

Wipe yo feet in De Spain!
But take them off in the next hemisphere.
Keep snopin around Charlie and get linked to the chain,
Burn through to leave that mark and
You’ll flee through the dark again.

Well it all comes down to this brother
Mclenden
Is there one looking glass in dark dwelling?
Or do your eyes always fix on another?

Make cinders of sleeping pieces and blow up the pawns.
Suckling from the breast of success doesn’t always bring one piece.

Go ahead of me dawn
Try to stop this one at the root
Or it’ll pursue you
Too.

Red skies coat brown guys with beauty in white light eyes.

The bird soared
Through Amazon jungles,
The land of one billion Towers of Babble.
Offspring, the finest nature can produce
Of which this creature
Often found herself.
Scavenging through every niche,
Searching for a meal, to
Satisfy the growing
Life deep in her bodies
Lair.
Labor only led to more labor.
Each day following
Every second dedicated to protection,
Eventually the goal was reached:
Emancipation.

This new life was convinced,
To live for flying, and singing,
Thunderous praises to nature.
Opera house of the air with
Opulent tones. Leaving a shadow
Of beauty in the
Sky.
Such stakes left his
Soul open for grace. Then
Love. Not romance, but
Liquid appreciation of the
Living and dead. Seeing
Each thing living, or non
Entrenched in one air, an
Endless omnipresence
Eating, digesting, producing;
Within.

Bleed out the need
Shriveled tales unravel the raw.
Nothing else can cover the truth I’ve seen
And man what’s in between these faces?
A million other places,
But none suffice.
A Christly passion for the red of all
But with the greed of hearts is where men fall.
No signals strong enough
To chase down this love profound.
Cracked eggs shells move on in form,
Souls cannot help but flee from the wrong warm
And the cold is born.
Inception of this sort creates what becomes worn
So where to turn in light of grease
And sparks.
Caves of old have made their mark
Filled with bones that marrows escaped,
Fell through the cracks
With stripes on the back.

For now there is no forward
Progression halted by an unhealthy obsession.
A self-defeating demon meant no harm.
But even cellular shrapnel
Rips the walls
Of four chambers, water falls
And brawls.

The competition of a thousand Oarks.
Craftsman with inward direction,
But one bird above with thoughts
Of projection.
This woodwork dies quick,
While Richard grows richer.

To you
Who can be all that is good on earth
Not with romance
But just a smile
Tailored by Hephaestus

How this little misses causes me to misses
Her sweet little cheek kisses, so much I’ll never really know
And if I could have the whole world right now,
All I’d take is one day with you tunneling through mounds of snow.

Toys, toys, ouch I stepped on more toys.
I guess I’ll take LPS construction over a hundred boys
Causes me and Jaron are the only two for you
It took at four years but now you always say I love you too.