Soft sighs from tender lips give ache
To heart in shadow made afraid,
to dare to beat to burst to break
for fear his words be over played.

His fingers pluck the withered bloom
to dry his eyes of wasted tears,
then casts it out into her room
and moves in shade as she appears.

No artists brush nor sculptor hand
er formed so sweet a female face,
nor could the playwrite nor poet grand
could pen such form with natural grace.

Again I fain from being seen
and risk rejection in your eyes,
as there you stand my love my queen
and I your fool wear nights disguise.

Morning born on silken wings
Illuminates where once love stood,
as unrequitted love now brings
a longing ache to cool the blood.

seed:the playwrite's thought,
director prepared the field;
actor's sowing act!

Should have left it at how you doing i like your music too, i shouldve never called you back when you were persuing, shouldve never gave my 2-way and heard those woeful stories, the ones we heard a thousand times it bores me...

Should never have ****** me when you knew very well id be in love forever, it all crashed down, noone loves me, sitting here watching your bank roll run out, no noveltys the shows over, i cant take it anymore...

Noone cares when i hurt and the tears run down, im delicate youre aging dummy, taking my f35 20 minutes wasnt nothing, you should know thats how i roll, confidentially im on my way to get my **** blown, you dont want the world to know...

That youre my puppet love, the grown man inside me is always crying alone, i cry, cry, cry, no noveltys, no bankroll, i want it to be over...

Look at out lives we hide inside deep down both lost an lonesome, frail shook as one, tell me you love me, let it show, when all else fails alone no noveltys, no bankroll, then we have nothing...

Noone cares let the drama blow over, ill always be here let the show begin, i love you, tell everybody i love you, i love you, i love you, only you, youre my lover...

I pray it never comes crashing down, together forever baby come home, gullys in the back protecting our yard, lets play on our ground, yeah you, come home, i dont bite i playwrite, ill always be there...

Whos gonna? No more jokes, whos gonna? Be there when the moneys gone, gambling Marriot, no noveltys, make a move, youre my shiny star its killing me im dying slowly...

History teaches itself to live
Wars fight themselves to the source
Countries grow wise, ending the research and funding excitement of the new war

The reflections aren't timely, but they come in bit by bit

The buildings of resistance are destroyed

And the lesson is learned

Toured Procurements on Amazon covers Geneva Convention violations and research journalism

It's in the field manual now Joe

Critiquing into corners
Assorted strings as chords

I'm on amazon self publishing

I started writing an overture
I'm on pause

Kendall Joe, photography life Joe
I'm a playwrite

Acronyms and abbreviation of ink press prowess

A trillion dollar Bitcoin away from your digital subscription Joe

Jackie Irwin is there for you Joe

The gaza strips high heel luxury barons in america joe

And so they queued before the supermarkets opened ,
desperate for toilet roll,
and soon the shelves were stripped ,
of meats and fish ,
and the old bog roll .

And the queues were long and desperate ,
despite the biting cold ,
and no one came to see the jester and the joker ,
the playwrite  the poet ,
of Old .

For once they came in the hundreds ,
to pay homage to their gods on stage
of grass or board or water

From miles like flies to stadiums built for their gods and Kings .

And so their lights went dim ,
and then went out ,
and the grass then grew like **** .
and they forgot about their gods of athleticism and speed .

They lounged about and eat starchy fats with ready meals ,
and watched tv .
And so even the Churches lay empty ,
but the Christians never slept ,
they never eat cakes and biscuits and left them on the shelf.
And so they got together ,
and so the  virtual church was born ,
with online services ,
they herolded a brand new morn .

The journalists and I as the playwrite
Typify the youthful destruction of our norms

Coordinator of mischief man from Los Angeles and his pals display challenges from words
Sunworshipping the suggested upon
Free hate speech theatre and research into our demographies

Mastering the slave masters writers blocks since trains

Paris when will your private slave masters bank release us?

Inflation master
Deflation lungs

The rain cometh
My door is not ajar?

What happens when your world doesn't offer shelter language updates?

The hague

Whatchathink girlvert!

Gumby yups

I could have engineered anything with the skills
The skills would war happy a bank

I'm a poet a playwrite and first I was a journalist following the money
Now I follow nothing

I canned gritties jam sauce & spoons
Cabaret the anchor steams nolo

Irish boy make Joyner Katt Williams promo play

Drill sergeants don't disobey their civil rights
When reaching for reflection
Use that allowance in time to require of your steadfast steadmans
A new yorker

At Ventura broadweighs
In at sound of music as nihilism?

Peculiar emnity

Quaint

Her score is without doubt

Superb

Anderson's mom got travesty dynamites working on his pilgrimage at the original o tell rooms
Unfinish that business
54 super stereo children layer claim to the reluctant speaker tube truths
Super sister shine all tubes

Taryn Manning smart because she can say emnity
She a read chalkboard girl poems

You caña heard her sounds a mind

Not a dead record, der I loved you
Siddhartha in address
I'm the best playwrite on earth