There is a word or two A cartographer if we go in one piece There's prose and it's about to get long It can get opaque and you see the scenery THere's no place to change who are you and if you left him Did you break your heart or your leg If he got you in the midriff is this the best you should expect Men can be nasty teasers Fighting for you The stance on the women and the experience of how paintings still feel. Thespians are taking over is the feeling of millennial pie in the old English millennial idiom There's a nasty stranger reading a novel far away There's a chance that the place you're at is a violent storm There's a right you have kept It's the rendition of a short story of Jack Kerouac Beats me how the place hasn't changed with such green spin on everything Breathless by the imaginations of long prose, captivate them by the lines Present a story and bring them to the end of a very poetic journey and protect that it's that last journey you're going t have with them Some busy people know by now There's a prettier character in the other person You'll realize you've ****** them both in the end A simple end of to a prose How could you? There begs the question if there should be storylines in the poetry Or write novels on free platforms
"To have a little recognition, that is very nice, you dig." - Dexter Gordon
One day I'll have a happy home, somewhere among the Heavenly host; I'll feel no pain, no quilt lies there, and Love in abundance, is free to share. ~ I wonder what my Mansions like, I'm sure it is a miraculous sight; Walking on the streets of gold, where people would trade, for their Souls. ~ I'm sure I'll talk to men of old, Abraham, Paul, Jacob and Job; I wonder what they will be like, I'll have the best time of my life. ~ I also know Christ is my Lord, and I'll go up when that Trumpet blows; But for now, I'll live my life, anticipating when I'll see Christ.