The seething service, words, you have enough gold Replaces with a sniffle for another award no meaning can't speak mirror, doctor folds Razor eyes cut glancing looks your attention presents a tamer than ornery pause for creativity Had this status been something good or bad for your time?... or was it your *** caught in working to sturdy... Mountains you're an Andalusian on Adirondacks an Adriandak
It wasn't interesting working for the little Pan inside of me a touch closer to sinn fein bought for systemary cracks
No less, tougher in the rain and forms of the unbroken bid to tear me right in half are little allies as... A ****** of crows surrounding to beat down the pious orders for redemption, and perhaps what God asks of us... in the end
Unfortunately man and woman don't know huge states of faith as.. The aforementioned metamorphosis and struggle must all be accomplished under the suspended identity and disinterests "Join now"- an important band, cackled the mortal doors to the person yet still responding with amoral codes Sand paper paddles from azimuth through every insect from creation swatted on the intellect like a drinking tab left for revelry of Irish families at Saint Patrick's day pub Whether it stings ... you're a cat and can have one fish in a homeside pond Yourself'll make you pay for it with revelation and function simply because it exists rather than elitist celebrations.. From which many have fawned
Honor, triumph and suppose to displace these waves that took you there The same old sun, it ain't any other way, the farmer sends food to the table each of us share face that's glib, old and young
With increases in patience the experience takes us (at least!!) farther than we could've expected ourselves to go, in this mixed existence of... our inner scathing versus this... our seething world
one's self versus the world...what to do?! Perhaps try to make revelations of effort with poetry!