come to earth,
meet kevins irish mits
speak well before the king
write me a poem

you are on the ground
in defeat

the irish general
does not to release water

zen

fitness

now you are clavicled by an irish knight

had you drawn ink from japan
i would have not spoken

water is of food
now you beg for instruction

daoist resign

there is no path to wisdom from you

you are the illiterate

this is to speak to jenna haze
asking of the future
to teach me of speaking irish poetry, privately, writing our words

beneath the darkness, i have learned

for the second time, i feel so alive, worthed
by anjelas remorse, leaving you blind

suffering is inability to speak of love to love

be involved in goodbye for now
and journal list yesterday, where the baby last rested that head

jared, i got to hear today

thats social anxiety, huh

anti social is just,
privacy laws are just

sad but true doesnt fade to black
it stays the same way, forever

two may unquestion the meaning
two may never have opportune moments
to create inertia

i open the wound again jenna
to plummet further
that you wont find me again

to the future of past friends
that know kevin is gone
thats irish poetry

reclusive measures haunt for surrender in ink

hear as i create trust in men of records
perils home is naught of your concern
chivalry lives

the inner peace, investigate
hiding leases of soiled waters

presents of embarrassment, be torn from my pages

the spanish playwrights

In order to borrow the prince of Spain's ink and the princess of Mexico's ink

General assembly of world peace literacy controlling the journals we are allowed to create the front page of a journalists typing in the times we are alive on earth with children


That is peaceful assembly of the printing press powers
And general assembly of world news day by day on paper


There's no period in a noble peace prize

I get to write latina Americans Irish poems for the rest of tonight

Marie corrales

Jennifer,  lullaby me

Fide et amor
Fide et amor

Hello kenize

Mourns in weeping love, lady kaur of france

Lady green as lady Watson

The Irish peasant girl of kendall

Following the same of chaikin

The mid day service from pacoima

To spend the times of paper routes, people


Parts in Spanish

Parts in English

The demographic must read each other's news

50¢

The illiterate means in measured forms

Causable information
Non factual law of lettered poem

Of Irish poetry I shall write,

That in america a universe and university are....
Merely an obstruction to Irish American press powers

The unopened eye has deaf ears and a deprived speech


Aspects in abstractions .....

Sums of my art, Irish poems
Are feminist theory of world peace literacy

the revelation
in twines
the lobes of
poems, history
she longs her songs
that is polynesian?

and a different book of poems
is opened

yet none are fide et amor

hennifer'd, the collars of familiarity
your fear to find, me unkinded

the pain of light, hissing takes
crossed sides of fate
men haven't gathered much from me

leeched days before
she decided for real
your in her way
she knows before

she hasn't set up
a day or a knight
it's just the tender
love
all that much

to be the te ching
of a tao at her boughe

buster keaton saves a life
thats a soldier learning the railroads

donate your body

dim approaches
requiring ceremony
in the ancient ways and...
memories of civilization
the master
of us, his slaves
to worship his belief
the egodeaths
confounding books
neither finding nor forwarding the mark
book ended
in ireland
or china
the point
is that, behind you
your kingdom is full of dead you's

the cost of your suicides
that you would against them
learn only from yourselfish

your selfish childish fun

contraband's orphan
inside a sharing of bread
outside is butter
salt is a shoelace
the paint is over
her head
my god
the ego death's
of bad karma
cemetary's and owners
tied to the staircase
rubber band girls
chase and crawl
with wedding vows
for dancing crimes
all mourning long
new york
can you feel me
my mother dropped me
beneath san Francisco
to build a way down
into the daytime's of shades
never learning to wash off the filth
filthy sound
please don't come back to me
i need a brewery
and creams
to bury me beside my lover