In your way
We are without, one
As many pass, you require, one

Tilled soil, for all, and none

As you were, we become, one

Fetching was littled in being placed


As you were, we will never see
Daylight is free
The curve and the expanse, our space
Continues another's

Restraints of boils
Churning desires, abandoned
Civilized without wild

A broadened sail, without company

Unlent bend, ill favored hand
Appear in called remorse
Dissipating rise of fire, do not follow


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Another, of better of us
To raise her hands to a capo
At all times my daughter's
Will embrace his lapels

For in his fidelity I was found as
A faithful man

The lapel of Genovese
An Irish poem for a jelly belly runs to her arch

Genovese's Harps
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



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I have held poverty
And carried ghostly cross yearning
Yet in sorrow I still
As maiden begins
Her seven breads
And my guarded losses
Nill or nighe
A candle, a rye
Choose of me only letter
That ilk and pluck are founded
Within my lone study

Those eyes will tell you
Against hurt
Which has taught us our being
That it is not possible
And in that revolt
I will halt
Beside another quartered
And create a Japanese soldier of your freedoms
Begin again

I have discovered his poem
Hearing with us
And relieved his pail

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I am Backdraft

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