The special investment
If I'm jacked
News cannot be in front
Where we aren't
Is why it's
Ahh, the menu
Let's get over to the menu and save ourselves

Special investment Royce a back roads champion engine man from outkast

In the history of plausality
Our extraction from farms causing the thin of earths tear
Ponder if bombs where desperate attempts to expand hope before the cave came to an end

Is it only the buildings we destroy that are left to pay for peace

Or in the exit of today, is the mourning to turn over the surrender to its owners

Love Irish

I'm civilized

Submitted to the gaza poets society

How she cried Gino
Gaunt faced in my shame
There is wisdom
She waters no wells
Drawing her hairs
In seeds fading blooms
Gino, she has cried after love

The Jenner girls sneak through the city
Atticus
You turn around and the cell comes down and she smiles or her study in a book, also a student as me and wonderful conversation and goodbye
Hello again, more subjects, wonderful
Learning

Then the plummets alone in peace
Too find more suffering

I wanted to show you how they made impossible love to us on the streets
So you could read the impossible poetry I made for you
Love kevin

End Homelessness
Have a Heart

Love Jenna and Kevin

It's always been sad but true of Irish poems
They never end

It was said in Brewster

Of a mother
I shall find
No different day
Upon my hinde

In haunted return
The swell yells
Risen fury in blind
She'll have no return
Of his setting

As in her tower dark
Treasure musn't borrow
Plague of connacht
Demise of isle

Find ill mirror
In your breast

For Karen of Kent, England

Perhaps Jim Henson productions is a busy job, Gwyneth?
The member your writing for.....


Adrift
Lost love pulls the heart
Like a ship adrift at sea
Searching for the light

That's the pairing from Karen's part to mine

A stem
From, adrift
By Karen and Kevin
Of the British isles

Resent to author
With hashtag gwynethpaltrow

They caught us paris

a whole sorrow ago
she held me
the talismans guide
bereft of speech, thieves in hand
offered to lend the body
and boy ran, vexed
crossed oft, learnt
wounds a whole sorrow
seven tales of prayer stilled
the mothers fix?

blackness of shelter
alcove of sickness
thieved inside the wars, young

learnig to speak with my tongue held,

dedication

what didn't we all notice, in the subways?

how eyes absolved, escape ironic

i am only as poems being discovered, in irish
behind a play writing unfamiliar and at war with itself
atone, ment in origin is parched is shame


to be just with my audience is to honest ones self
talled of accusation, only finding i am not knowing how to live
a world in turmoil, against dis-satisfaction attempts myself?
the improbable design of an ill conceived mind

From Pelham
To the boxcar children
In Buddhism
All you can really get after science
And letters are finished
From before that
Is poverty is a just end
To ones suffering

The inner peace of being correct

My study in poetry for feminist theory
Evolved out of the portrayal
If depth defined the spirit
I'd find the depths of my poetry
By immersing myself in an evolution of provacative portrayals of what cannot be seen.

Reckless Girls

The emptiness machines

French mimes

Because of this I'm not allowed access?
No because of civil rights violations I learn of the disobedience of America

I'm not widely known nor need to be but also because there's no money in my mom being from the family of Ireland and America she built

She saw Barack speak early and said Kevin that's our next president.
She took me back home to Texas so I could see the ranch for awhile.

My momma Sophie b Hawkins
Tellin me I'm the controversial on it
It ok to live with a woman
Miss Lara Brown of Colorado
The pj sparky pants of thousand oaks
Try a business on me?

She the greed

That was hell and back Michigan by colorado

Down and out in grail A

We morn with, not without
The losses with which we bury
A loan to a slave
As bitter end has to prey
Upon our souls
In tempers ferocious
Lest the eye lift
Before the rye


Also an emptiness machine