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
