come to earth,
meet kevins irish mits
speak well before the king
write me a poem

you are on the ground
in defeat

the irish general
does not to release water

zen

fitness

now you are clavicled by an irish knight

had you drawn ink from japan
i would have not spoken

water is of food
now you beg for instruction

daoist resign

there is no path to wisdom from you

you are the illiterate

this is to speak to jenna haze
asking of the future
to teach me of speaking irish poetry, privately, writing our words

beneath the darkness, i have learned

for the second time, i feel so alive, worthed
by anjelas remorse, leaving you blind

suffering is inability to speak of love to love

be involved in goodbye for now
and journal list yesterday, where the baby last rested that head

jared, i got to hear today

thats social anxiety, huh

anti social is just,
privacy laws are just

sad but true doesnt fade to black
it stays the same way, forever

two may unquestion the meaning
two may never have opportune moments
to create inertia

i open the wound again jenna
to plummet further
that you wont find me again

to the future of past friends
that know kevin is gone
thats irish poetry

reclusive measures haunt for surrender in ink

hear as i create trust in men of records
perils home is naught of your concern
chivalry lives

the inner peace, investigate
hiding leases of soiled waters

presents of embarrassment, be torn from my pages

the spanish playwrights