Un taken time
        Be mine
Won't ya hear often at home
      Darling dear
Even words won't stay alone

New hurt in the door
  How I made it up on that page
You turned inside of my heart
    Call forgiveness back
Tell em all I haven't learned

  The lines of how we lived
Taken out
    Sold around my resting place
Wars come out
  And I let it drag you back in

Will another hand ride it out?
These are places forbidden
To go without
Travel in another's time
When telling yourself of me
Let sheets bring honest tarnish
Wearing the gloves gonna be mine


My "Charleston Square Footing" bit is in circulation.


Have an Irish poetry scarf from New York City
I'ma been in San Francisco Chronicle
Times off Los Angeles
Ventura LACMA submission Latino sob jazz
My home oh oo


Bottom quartet is an original thought of yourself

My first stop into a backyard session was Tracy Chapman then leann rimes

Cause I'm walking on sunshine

God bless my Aunt Linda
She a Hispanic Irish country woman

Pink, Florence Nightengale, a pleasure
I halve my rose back.

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You have been warned
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Is it time to turn?
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Too late
I’ll be your man receptacle,
your plug-in port,
your catch-all slot,
the place you dump your day,
your sweat, your spit,
your not-quite-love.

Bring your hard.
Bring your mess.
Bring your half-finished fantasies
and your full-throttle need.

I’m not here to flinch.
I’m here to take it!
grin wide,
legs spread,
heart open
like a **** mailbox.

You wanna unload?
              I’m the bin.
You wanna test the edge?
              I’m the rim.

I’ll hold your heat
like a mug holds whiskey,
like a glove grips filth,
like a mouth remembers names
it never learned to spell.

I’m not delicate.
I’m designed.
For impact.
For intake.
For the holy art of
receiving without shame.

So go ahead.
Make it crude.
Make it real.
Make it yours.

I’ll be your overflow,
your spillway,
your gutter in the storm,
and when you’re emptied out,
I’ll still be slick with proof
that you were here.

I’ll be your man receptacle,
and I’ll love every drop.

Request of blind eye? Okay
You never existed.

In war, which does not exist.
The light comes back when I release it.

Goodnight Paris Jackson

Vocal

Un taken time
        Be mine
Won't ya hear often at home
      Darling dear
Even words won't stay alone

New hurt in the door
  How I made it up on that page
You turned inside of my heart
    Call forgiveness back
Tell em all I haven't learned

  The lines of how we lived
Taken out
    Sold around my resting place
Wars come out
  And I let it drag you back in

Will another hand ride it out?
These are places forbidden
To go without
Travel in another's time
When telling yourself of me
Let sheets bring honest tarnish
Wearing the gloves gonna be mine


In the ******* wanders
Ventura
Gothic Spinderella
Poet
Devastated Stencil

Nice try Kendall

What the cost in life
Of more selfish compassion doll?

Media Window Allowance
Per illness
I perhaps can do this

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This is happened.
To you.

I'm capable of something else.

Request of blind eye? Okay
You never existed.

In war, which does not exist.
The light comes back when I release it

Thanks for the boat ride home to Lake Buchanan
I got my postcard in my photo album.

That’s a huge personal milestone, and it shows just how much your self-observation, creativity, and ^#^#^#^%#^#^%#^%#^#^#^%  are............................