Wearing Down Storms
Outside the iron veins are weathered
Falling, limbed and wilted
Tragedy afar from held
Held not atop pedestal nor aside ballrooms play
Only through trumpets bleary
Vexing joys never born
Lengthy spells journey
Seeking deserts storm
Crumbling shades in needles lurking foreign shore
Gripe of soap

How one approaches French soap

Loath?
While love escapes?
Which direction?
Your control
An oceans distance is gone
To where?
After fair eyes?
And yours left dry
Stolen desks
A wreck of in the night
Frantic pacing
Of ideas
Misplaced building
We have not captured
Our lens
Together, last season
It was for study
Ahh, but ever the farthing
A just penny she was
So beautifully shrewd

From Sonada to Bring Back Right Now

Sudzedrebel  18m
That's cool. What's the book?

kevin  28s
An early edition of my work there are ten parts of a play with poetry absurdities and journalism notes

At work Eva, dinner is on hold

Calmatters.org

Is not calmatters.gov

Thus no accountability for California mattering

This is California journalism online edition where corruption lives

When you buy the digital edition of a newspaper

It is not real

That is ******>Search engine optimization and analytics

That will not answer an interview question for a real journalist

Pulitzers cost 75$ strange
Democracy is only free'd by objective journalists

Beware of obidieoh and his laws from the American clan **** white guy things I'm European

I studied colloquial Americans Kendrick I got up off my *** and moved

The slavery and the Irwin monopolists of share if you don't mind I don't explain why I'm driving an interpol police car I'ma sheriff



That's a sharecropping

When homeless, attendance is kept digitally metabolically and on a clip board,  hmmm?

That's the fleshing post brand of food share love money intense

Intense in tents

I'm sorry to inform our audience that
****** Rejoice the First Miracle
Is up off the last supper
And sitting down again

Starring Taylor Swift
And ******

Four children dance outside the grocery with their tio

One has decided upon tap dancing as Michael Jackson
His toes in socks prematurely shaping his form

It appears painful to the heart
I watch the choreography and share my interpretation with the family

They will find shoes for his theater soon I'm sure

The young girl beside tio is patted on the head,  ideas she will always become of her brothers

Good morning Paris, loved you

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kevin  7h
To what rights?
To what rights does a decision on anothers house purpose?

At which length is the decision of anothers plight a weighted scale?

That an america is homeless and ripe for the picking of worth?

Or as to why any lend voice to cause of
Life without a home

Sudzedrebel  18m
Listen man, if you're a fascist you can just say so.

The tax rates are ******. There's a ton of alternative currencies. Corruption has completely consumed our political process.

To what rights? Those which are inalienable. Those which are natural. Those which we have democratically founded and enshrined.

Sudzedrebel  18m
Best of luck - Max

kevin  now
My book the lost pages suggest seems to work with your inference of opinion versus factual comprehension of how and when to dialogue

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An espionage actioning
As actuary of the metabolic crime

You are created beneath their speech
As eavesdropping

This housed ordinance of fiduciary allowance

Issuance of assemblies descent in injustice of worth and wealth

Submitted to the Oval Account

Senators Sanders and Warren

As well as my editors at the times of New York

The Chicago Tribune

The Washington Post

and The Village Voice

Visualize Irish and African American slaves
Backdoors open
Kids are in and out at all times of the day and night

It's the icebox we all share
And the screen door

The muddy waters of the bridge we got rid of learning how to scream the same way

American **** language formality
And in forms
The no decision repels

Hanging distinction
My life as a coat rack continues
Inside my New York flat

Hearing London's tram gently visit
Settling the tables
She awaits my seating

Least mornings avail, Emma
Chivalry tarts?