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" WALK WITH ME FOR THE REST OF MY JOURNEY "

Poems

Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018
Between the disabled sunset with the police,
The foot of the foot is equal to the mother
who wrote the beginning of the light in the Cold Age
of wave machinery and strippers feeding on roasted
chicken.            ||  It is a natural spiritual expression.
On coming to ground radio burning blockages.
Marcus slipped out to **** and now hides |||
from the swan city;      And the ultimate magic
wins about Einstein;    If you are a living radio
like paradise on the computer;
He warned those who were now standing.
Baby ***** before her sister gets near,
Speaking of a happy husband eating ****.
Products concerned about site sites.
If you are a human being,     we know Portuguese.
1 mystery of life and abstractness;
using the John Deere led to a shock,
My father was good, for example,         to be able
to make the use of:
The green slim active in her Chinese parts
and the slender finger to feel the hot feet walking
to Genoa for Karachi's kiss.
Me and around me, feeling smart;
the woman broken, into smaller habitats for Sodomites,
fire, stealing and debt,                      but in reality
Unfortunately, it starts to provide new food
The answer is that you are young and old.
The world was a cheat,   an apparition of the AP;
Asian *** Corporation's infection of the party.
Drink, drink, drink, and come suddenly,
You do not drink between the trees in your socks,
in a woman, or to rise, and to die,
you have to stop one day for the dog waiting for you,
Meaning the transfer and conversion of ions.
Enter the number you want to add.
* * No song is available anymore. The old man he outlived,
The socks of the hands keep the eyes uncovered,
and a Building almost directly bought by six divines;
the naked look from the top of the stomach,
Especially if you have the abortion look.
Looking on a stomach pattern,               you are thinking,
And what do you want me to do for you,
or what do you want to do?
When you do the will of the people,           remember it,
along with the love of people between the injured police
at sunset
underfoot but equal to his mother,                          who
In the beginning of the age of light in the cold
waves of the works,                 a colt the stripper feeds
only roasted grains as Natural to the spirit.
Who, when they were,  and come to the radio,
is worn down which burneth with an obstacle.
Marcus slipped in to ****,           State hiding the swan,
but the ultimate magic that Einstein wins,
If you are living like a radio paradise on the computer;
He warned that those who are now standing still
in the presence of an infant, suckled as it is close
to her sister,             | Speaking of a happy man eating
a stern steer,   products concerned about the situation;
If you are a man,      you know Portuguese.
1 The mystery of life and a process of abstraction,
John Deere led to a shock;             the good father,
for example,            should be able to make use of
The green slime, active and in Chinese pairs.
This is the subtle finger,                      at his feet,
to walk while feeling hot into her Karachi arms
and sunkissed
Genoa; me, and around me,     feeling the pain,
a woman is to be released to a small location,
not a queen,  on fire and in debt, cheating,
but in reality unfortunately,    it begins to provide
new food; the answer that you are young and old.
In the world there was no power,        AP apparition
Asian *** Corporation; the infection of a part to the
Drink, drink, and be to come will come, and I will
not drink among the tree socks of a woman,
or arise at the dead time of waiting for the dog to stop;
Love is the conversion of ions.              Enter the number
you wish you add. * * * *  Carmen is no longer available.
An old man lived; The socks are to keep to hand,
of the eyes building from himself,  almost godlike by six;
                          The naked look at the top of the stomach
If you look especially for an abortion.
When I think of the bra model,       and what do you want
to do, you want to do?                When thou makest a will,
does not thou make mention of thy love?
Doms are born crippled, sleeping with cops,
walking barefoot,                mother equals who wrote
the start of the lights at the tender age,
wave machine,  stripper characters into fried chicken,
flaring tempers are natural,         the spirit of painting
on the beach entering the radio and burning the obstacles
in the house of the ***-******* Ivan, on top,
United and hidden in the Swan City
of Einstein's ultimate triumphs over the magical
computer of a Fat Ham Radio on the Road to Paradise
it notifies us that the people who are standing
before the giant **** of the nearby Sisters,
speaking of **** and eating feminine hygiene
products. this poem is of the sacred places.

If you are a sacred man,              we know Portugiski.
the desert of 1 lives in the abstract,
to keep John Deere ted to the monster
whose kindness, for example, we could use,
Leather and Flames, Slim, Alive, Pious and Chinese,
with skinny toes,       legs feeling warm from all that walking,
knees feeling stupid,                             kiss me, put your arms
around me and let me savor the sensation;
female, broken,                 Sodomite from the lower Kingdom,
winds, kidnappings,            |       the bandwidth of **** reality
began the fresh offer to the       ||              Beloved of the flesh,
the answer is that you are the youth, the origin
of the witch of the planet was an apparition AP,
the Asian ****** corporation;                      The opposite wing
does not speak, I drink, I drink,                   I'm suddenly drunk
or I get up in the middle of the bar;               in feminine socks
the dying dog is waiting for rain to stop,
says ions moving and changing the meaning
of the number of tickets opting for the strange
* ode * without the known Jew.      The ancient order lived
invisible forever keeping the path of the viola to the socks
of the flat **** goddesses that lead almost directly
from the ******* bar and looks up at her *****;
If you're going to shoot with a predominantly ****
point-of-view from the bra, than you have to think
what would you like to do or want to be done to you
when does he make love to you?    Remember to imagine
in the plural, Love
|
Among the police offenses at sunset
in the mother tongue of the beginning of the age,
however the light in the cold. The work of the waves
and poultry feed to the stripper load
Natural to the spirits. When,   when they arrive
at the radio they burn the forest with obstacles.
The ship is running to break them.
Records hide and Swan; However,
the ultimate magic Einstein wins; If you are
a ray living in a paradise like a computer.
Imagine those who are now standing up.
in the presence of an infant suckling her ****
that is almost up to her sister, speaking of
sweet people eating a stagnant phenomenon.
Products of the situation of the existence
of abstract patterns;    John's roe deer led to a shock;
and the Father is, for example,
if he is able to use it,
The two-digit, Chinese handbag.
This is a fine finger and forefoot feeling to hot to walk
kissing Genoa's                        arming of stupid polling.
Me, and around me,                              feeling the pain;
The women have to be released for a little amount
of status,     she is the queen of fire because of cheating,
but in reality. Unfortunately, you start to offer new food
The answer is that you are young and old.
In the world, and there's no power, APC apparition
Asian *** Corporation; party disease, Drink, drink,
I will not come and drink of the fruit of the generations;
There are socks between trees and a woman, or the rise,
to stop waiting for the moment of the dead,
and with a dog,           Love will cause ions.
Among the numbers you want to add is further.
* *                    Carmen is no longer supported. The Mediterranean
lived Socks in hand,                as we have seen.
We write for themselves,                           almost godlike about six.
Consider it empty
If you look at every abortion,
I'm thinking ******* template,
And what do you want to do,    or want me to do?
When you drink a cup of coffee,           |    do not mention
their love

In the morning,      the sun is the greatest among officials;
The Mother Tongue at the beginning of the season of light
in the cold ocean waves and chickens to load
and natural spirits.    When they did not arrive at the radio,
who is to burn the bush to them.
This car runs to break them.
A Broken record magazines, however, Einstein's success
is unsuccessful if the light in paradise is just like a computer.
Left to upheld the fetus before the drink,
almost everyone to his brother talks and who
are the couple with the happy delivery.
The products set. If you are a man,       you know Portuguese.
1, and to abstract the forms and in the mysteries of the world;
John's deer accident survivor,      he is the father, for example,
if you can fit ******* into a Chinese handbag,
This is the finger,        |     |  and a warm feeling of the walking
paws at Genoa, O thou weapons of lewdness hast polluted the kiss.
Me, and around me, feeling his grief;
Women must have the records,      
| |   that the State is of a Queen
for the sake of which the option, | there is in Him.
Until they start making the new foods
the answer is that you are young and old.
In the world,       and there is power and power PC
Asia Corporation ***; the third part of the disease;
Drink me, drink young, forever.   The socks
are among the trees on a woman, or the rise;
stand and wait for the time of the dead
when the dog desires to cause ions
in large numbers,     |  you want to add more.
Catullus can not miss. || ||The power of art,|||
and they also wear their own clothes, as we have seen.
You write that we, our kings,    
are almost to be found
in almost six full years.
The search if empty
if you look for an abortion.
And I think plate plate.
And what do you want to do?
What you want me to do?
When you drank of the cup, || I did not mention
their love translations of wait, a verb:  exspecto,
expect, wait, look for, await, look out,
long; expecto; expect, look for,   wait,
await, hope, look out, opperior;   wait,
await. operior; wait, await praestolor,
wait, be ready, be prepared,      expect
maneo abide, remain, stay,    continue,
await, wait manto, stay, remain,   wait,
awaiting demoror;    don't        delaying hindering
the ******,
keep back, don't linger, but wait;  ministro serves,
wait to attend to assisting the supply,
providing praeministro attends,  ||   serve,
or serve up presents with, or to make a present of,
wait, noun: exspectatio,        expectation, looking
for, prospect, wait, awaiting, expecting;
expectatio; expectation, looking for,
prospect, wait, awaiting, expecting,
mora; delay, clog, stay, wait,  Pause,

Time
spysgrandson Jun 2013
we shared a camel
after my thumb stopped you
I took the first drag
before I handed it to you
you trusted my spit enough to share
and my road look enough
for me to be there,
in your new Olds Eighty-eight

you
had just come back,
from there
I was on my way,
I did not ask if that was why
your right hand had only *******
and a thumb, though you told me
of trying to close an APC hatch
and the AK-47 round that kept you
from doing magic tricks

when our smoke was half gone, we passed
the dying neon of a long dead bar
safe from its stench in your new smelling car
was then you asked
if I had “anything else to smoke”
a line from our riddled anthem,
we sang like nursery rhyme

I had what I had stuffed in my socks
since thumbs attracted cops as well
as wounded warriors in shiny new rides
I piggy lit the joint with the *** before
I crushed it in your fresh ash tray
now we were sharing our deepest breaths
and whatever else we could not forget

the **** was gone by the time
we reached the last city lights
and we, in our flying chariot,
zipped into the black desert night, it
was then your demons began to howl
maybe it was a full moon that called them out
to ride on its beams into the starry sky
where they could dance with other devils
and gods who had forsaken them, and you

I did not understand your moans, your tears
or the song you played on the eight track
that chanted about freedom which could not be bought or sold
or to whom you spoke when you wailed
you were sorry, sorry again and again,
I only knew they were ghosts
spirits kept at bay by the light of day
but there to haunt you in the dark
“Reggie, Big Mike and Cleveland”
all silent as you begged them
to forgive you for some simmering sin
I could not understand,
(not then in the desert dark,
though one day I would beseech other ghosts
to let me off the hook as well)

your cries did stop when you turned
onto a rutted desert road,
where you put the pedal to the floor
and the rocks pocked the undercarriage
like machine gun fire

you stopped,
and popped out the eight track
a half mile from highway 54
I lit another camel in the synovial silence
your tears kept streaming down your face
but you no longer called out to the ghosts, perhaps
left behind you on that black highway

I don’t know if they spoke to you
when I handed you the smoke, you did
look around, as if someone was there
before reaching over to open my door…

I did not ask why you were leaving me
with the moon and the stars and the sand,
so far from the lights and sound, or why
I could not feel my feet when
they touched the ground, the last thing
I saw was your dust filling the rumbling air
and the orange glow of the camel
flying through the blue night
**one of many late night rides I took on my thumb
Jonny Angel Jun 2015
Ross was a fullblooded
bronze-skinned buddy
from the Navajo Nation.
He was a diehard Okie,
and a machine gunner,
carried the M-sixty
with twenty pounds
of extra belted-ammo.
He was a big guy,
had brown deep-set eyes,
high cheeks and
not a single hair
on his burly body,
but some high and tight
pitch bristles on his head.
He had a weakness.
Pure Straight Whiskey.
Whenever he had too much,
he was an F5 tornado,
a wild Tasmanian devil,
to be reckoned with.
I remember when he had
his front top teeth knocked out
by some civilian bouncers
at a local drinking establishment.
He kicked the **** out of
three huge muscle guys.
It was him versus them.
A regular melee.
Ross won.
Once on a Saturday night,
drunk as skunks,
we made an illegal turn
on the Interstate south of Denver.
We ended up flying down the highway
with four hundred feet of wire
attached to wooden poles,
sent sparks flying everywhere.
I never saw a guy laugh
so hard in all my life.
He ****** himself hysterically.
We gave Ross his first Native American name.
We were out in the field,
just hanging out
in battle gear,
shooting the ****
around our APC.
We called him Prancing Moose,
Moose for short.
He loved it when
we called him that,
gave us a toothless grin.
He was a warrior to us.
In another time and place,
he might have been a Chief.
He was courageous,
fearless and
a good friend
to have in your side.
From time to time,
I think about him,
and pray he's okay,
still alive.
He was our blood brother.
We were in hell together.
I miss him, too.