when she finally wakes up
dirt will be to heavy
on
the
lid
how
will she
ever get out



of
that
box
when
she finally wakes up
?












...
..
.

we love her past
how she
hates
me
?




















...
..
.

we pull
her closer
she
fell off my
last line
pick
my
hoarse back up
?


















...
..
.

we woke up
to
the
sound

of
her
tear
drops
rolling
down
my
cheeks


baby please
talk to me
we woke
up
?












...
..
.

she folded her tongue
around my
wooden
fence
post
dreams
we can still
feel her scream
she folds her
tongue
?









...
..
.

that kiss
just felt
like
an
dream
?











...
..
.

she made me
drop my
jousting
rod

wheres
my
sword
?


















...
..
.

shee was an grown man
then he met me
he thought
we we're
cracy

thats
crazy
they stopped
writing poetry
that was me
she's was an grown man
?













...
..
.

jasmine


jasmines



same
?









...
..
.

they were running around
in
the
bushes

had an hoarse wreck

he dusted of her eye lashes



with



his








i's
that
was the
other her
your
delusional


you skipped
an line
an
line
she read on

he felt her eyes
my favorite clolour
we would tell you
but
then
you would
want her too

if
you listen
you can't
hear
an
sound

in the deepest darkest
jasmind blue
they were
tanning
around
?













...
..
.

he was an self taught graduator
he had one partial arm
fingers
to


he wrote one line
"poems"
they
were
nt
know'ms

so he guessed them

tathe other you
which me
who
are
you




past hushed who are you
by that stream
who are
you

one line at an time

who are you

that should read

who
are
you
stupid

he was an self taught










graduator
?

from what tree top


she had climbed for days
for days
four days
longer
she
climbed

her lumber so long
wrapped around mine
here we
weave
beauty
legs long
past defeat
she stretches
with
me
climbing
up this
foot
stool


what mother have you earth'ed
answer the question
with
an
other birth

we will lay under
above
as



taught





teach me past these pattern
that my palms by found
best with rain
that my
stone
be
polishe
from what
tree top
?










...
..
.

she had beads
she dances to me
some
shades blue
what brass
did she
bring
for
you


her feet polished
almost refined
what is
the
difference


weave me wild
what intent
ions
yous say
listen
to
me
this way



me me me



get away from me




you you you


you liar
get away
from
me


he had just ***'d
in
the
dirt
sayd
his tongue
had been
itching
what
was
this me


walk strangers
see his blushing
bruised cheeks
what mary
what
Mary
was that

did she
wash
his
feet


or perhaps
her womb
bore
his
weep

which
am
i

an
then
his
mind



blanketed
man­y moons away
she still dances
who
am
i

to dream
to know


to know what I know



to know when we say

I love you


it really means
we love
you


this letter is to our
stalker family



whatever that means
she had beads
?



















...
..
.

we wrote
an
book

in
my
mind

we can't read it
cause
braille
went
blind

under the gutter
we
were
defined

through the fire
we
are
refined
?













...
..
.

I want so much
just to be
Loved
?












...
..
.

we hope my writing
about painting
your handrail
doesn't
scare
you
we
will
work for words


you just let me paint
and tell you my side
of
the
story
we will
even buy
the
paint


if the wind blows just right
we will be fully paid
we are assured
by what
we
think
would be
the scent
of
your hair

we don't hate
we hope
my
writing
?













...
..
.

question yourself
with









authority
?















...
..
.

tell me who you think is crazy
and we will show you every
body else

yeah claim me
we can claim you
who isn't
suffer
not
the
children

help me weep
this day
away

for
the
children
forget
your crazy
?

















...
..
.

ok Johnny
in no way
am we
an
homsexual
but we think we
just fell
in
love
can we wash your feet
?














...
..
.

she was German
we
we're
glad

we couldn't see her face
but we couldn't help
but to admire
her
handrail

we couldn't see fear there



whos
fault
is
that


could it possibly be
because she was
German
Excuse me
veRy much
Miss
ma'Am
Now


can we paint your hand rail
was she
she
was
German
?















...
..
.

we would block
Johnny
but then
we couldn't
make him cry
see Johnny
on
the
school bus

he is trying
to climb
in
my
window
we have his
lovers trapend
in
my
minds
quicksand

if he appoaches
in
an
tackling motion
him we will block
?


















...
..
.

our intentions
i
would
agree
with
my
self
don't
try me
we will lose
the better part




of






your mind
?













...
..
.

her hands
on
the
rail

she wasn't thinking
she never
seen
me
coming

the picture will not
show
her
face

you will not be able to see
how broken my body lays
on the other side
of
that rail


below her hair
?












...
..
.

he spat
on
that
black cat
produced







an
rats ask
?













...
..
.

ok just an note to self
your supposed word friend
interview


uhm

they sent you an message
in your private box
using that

uhm

we will call it *****
because we want to

on any other occasion we would
make her pay

we we know she bounces around
on site that is
we also know about the mom and
pop show
what an great family putting
as he lost focus on his art
he pulled out his sling
pulled from his ouch
skipping stone
from
the
stream

thought to Him self
your words could never
crucify me

who are you with these words

why must you trouble me

where could we possible to from here

let the night make the morrow


it is your peace


I
seek
?























...
..
.

from my palms he wrote aloud
as our eyes are closed
we feel the crowd

supposed as one
taken for two
three time
the
matter
muliplys you
?













...
..
.

she loved me so much
you are
such
an liar
?















...
..
.

you see us running
back up
our
beeper
is broken
?











...
..
.

she ran to me
we seen
her
falling
porcelain
doll
?










...
..
.

hush me
in
your
dreams
that we may
wake mute
?














...
..
.

unfold me
in
your arms
the mountains
cry to be
?


















...
..
.

an an i as one
an
an
i
as
two
?
















...
..
.

she held all my passion
what does that even mean
?




















...
..
.

she loves me
in
the
corner
we pushed


her out
?














...
..
.

what are my arms
minus my soul
here
take them
?


















...
..
.

when she whispers
the Shepard
fell
asleep
so we think
?


















...
..
.

she smiled at me
it was
an
feel
type thing
?















...
..
.

just past my window
her hair makes
the
breeze
beautiful
?















...
..
.












­...

ok word friend
just want to leave
you
this
note

we will call them an freak
just because we are
stupid
with
words

freak meanig

uhm

uhm

uhm

someone that believes in channeling
we we will have to find
the
right
word


ok now then
oh my mood
ok
where were we

word friends
that's funny
wanna be
my
word friend

who are you

do you believe in Jesus

you know what we believe
tell your word friend stupid


oh ... ok

ok friend
we are not an very nice person
we are grown
when we read we


uhm

for better lack of words
we are not sure what happens

our only conditions for having
anyone as an word friend
is you believe


why would we want to word with someone that don't believe
see by the words you write
we know you

ok word friend


not saying we know what you live
or how old you are

but


when we read you
yea know that spirit

see we have been writing
for
an
while

the last year or so
more so on sites

we have been banned and locked out
because
of
words we make people feel

we just know words
not really the big ones
if you tell me what it means
we are more than likely to know why you wrote it

none of which i claim comes from me

we can explain what i write
if given the chance
readers usually get me wrong


ok word friend


ha ha
word friend



now if we read this later
after we learn the rights words
we would probably
call the writer
of
this
piece



an freak




remember
the only channels
are
on
televisions
?

we just got
very tired
of
writing
we just
got
tired



very
?

he or she
the him
in
her

her misery rhyme hearse
nursery timee curse

he or she
he
calls

it words channels
who greets
satan

what cult shoe strings you lace
**** this poetry

here


here


here


there are only flames you shall **** from me
this life's lesson
of
words
you try
to
breathe

i
am
an
three
year old child
being filled
with things
very vile
hold
my
hand
while you stick it
in my mouth

what spirit are you
channeling your members
into your mouth
did you channel
my
rapes

did or could your foolish nursery rhymes soothe me

did you wipe my chin
of
the
fluid
we spit
up

we're you an good little girl
before they made you channel
he slaps me off the bed
my face feels his palm print
he made me turn the channel
was that you
we know
who
you
are
we
are no
longer an child

that you would let that channel into you
call me now
to my face
call
me
see the channels get changed

we found peace
in
an
name
?


















...
..
.

three word title
you knit me


what posistion
has
an
garment in hand


before sewn

less my memory
be
turned
from stone
from what rock
seas been thown
answering
questions
from the great


unknown
what be known by the palms
of
my
hand
turn
from
me
the wrath of man


see me blind in this field
raise me
may
my
spirit
yield

from here to there
find me neath
the
willows


less once again
my soul be drown
in
poetry

this scaled vision
spit
an
mud
release


was it spit
that


made me



see



answer me




did that dirt teach me
to breath
oh great
oh mighty
oh mighty poet

who are you
why must you suffer
into me
one
line
after
another

your cycle for insanity
what has it brought you
he aswers
in
silence


run run run
run you
coward
"sinister"
what
is
this
poluttion

must you crowd me
with your
double
vision
you
change
every line
what have you
letter to self
letter
to
self


what coward
what knock
on
the
door


through the chaos
through nothing
at
all
lead me
back to
you




as
on
my
knees
we crawl
strip this
man
from me


you knit me
?

poetry left me

an
letter
an
letter
an
letter
we stack an


an
an
an
an
an
an
an
so
much
better
driven drove

mindless


an mindless


pro noun


it is professional

we can make an

do anything

hoo hoo

boo

turned around


an then what happened


get out
of



my
head



we could not have made it this
stop stop stop
this far
you
you
you
lunatic stop

in life
no
no
no
please stop
without
an
?

fly fishing
they do have

we are write
ing
about
sky kissing

we are kissing
in
the
sky






hey what happened
whered she
go
fly fishing
?















...
..
.

an
other
flash

what kisses
them cotton candy ones
just looking at her lips
makes me feel
so fluffy
look
look
look
at
me
we are kiss flying
?













...
..
.

that wasn't me
if it was
you




would have stopped breathing






trust me
?














...
..
.

she would
only come to me
when she felt
beautiful
they
took
that
away from me

love me again
we wish
she
would
?



















...
..
.

just give me one more try
I know my nose won't stay
broke forever

wait
an
minute
how can
my nose
get un
broke
we
know you think

I look **** with black eyes
that's what you told me
before you pushed me

in
front
of that car

good thing for me
the drivers mother
had
an
blackbelt

will you
please
just
give me
one more try
?



















...
..
.

we will continue to weep
what sprits have to to say we

ok sweetheart
this one time
only for you

i refer to myself and me as we

for an example
i love you
that is the spirit of love
if i want to steal your heart
that give me the spirit
of
an
thief
see
we
all
have these spirits try and get in us


now we hope this explains things for you

an other thing

about the an word
to be honest
we
like
the way
it reads
in our
mind
now
we
only have
one mind
no portion
of
mine
has been left blind
therefore we will
cotinue to weep
?















...
..
.

sorry dear
your daddy
made me
do it
we
will
uncuff
you now
your mommys
so sorry dear
?
















...
..
.