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Timothy hill Jun 2017
Texture flood the bay high across the top.

Hickory medal, shop the tavern now filled with falling rock.



A man he was 30 feet tall.

A giant maybe, yes it was that he is.
Grapple from mountain's to the board walk that can't hold no longer.

His sheer, size and weight, was too much two hold and the nail's came shooting into the sky so old.



Women are what he seeks for his potion he made in a week.

It was to make her a giant and his companion.
Giant are here.
They sleep on tops of great mountains.
Timothy hill Jun 2017
Life on another  planet oh I wonder what would be.

Me and one other could see that scene.

From the moons of Jupiter till we have passed the Saturn belt.

Eating now and soon we have our chance.

When the ship come's back to our  galaxy will you ride with me home.
A question for one.
Timothy hill Jun 2017
Eye see life, and tree's colors and skies.
So are heart feels there grief.

Because are technologies and pollution scare the sky.

With are power and emitting stress.
Timothy hill Jun 2017
Sad
If you're sad cry me a puddle because the drought is so annoying.
Timothy hill Jun 2017
Your a spring in the ancient foliage.

Rock's in your path you polish to go threw.

Make me a fish basket send me my thrill.

Sea, of water spill in to me for salty waves will sand blaster effect the ant hills.
A little random.
Timothy hill Jun 2017
On the ground winds blowing like rage it's self was mad.

Whispers catch fire through the wind there attired.

Window seals creaking open as the wind goes under.

TVs all on in each room mom says every one out side to the shelter.

No shoe's no worries just run like hell's coming.

Out side now the pale white-gray sky


People said it would come as if it was a prophecy.

Look as you fall in the mud pudding.

Every one gone you hear voices more and more but up above a hawk flys.

Trees start getting de-rooted and blown across the yard.

As your you're thinking of your last post card.

Then you sink your hands into the dirt and grab on to sturdy roots.

Hoping the sucker want throw you from its strong grounded-ness.

As more debris flown across the yard your still held to the root of a mighty huge oak.

Even its purpose was not strong enough and it starts the de-rooting process.

Clouds now Hurd, closer too your area and a car came bearing down the lane.

You look not feeling any shame for the root played an epic game of stay protect me and don't lose.

You now get in she hit a tree branch and it cut of her head, dread was hovering above the car.

You gently place her mournful full remains to the pavement then leave in a flash step of hurry.

The winds scaring the paint with pine needles hitting it's out line.
Please your thought on the subject  torando.
Timothy hill Jun 2017
Out patient they wouldn't  take you because your heart, is to heavy with me.

We loved each other like a movie scene.

Scripted not at all, when we haul are spark it's a forest of blaze.

That none could put out for we are the rage.

For we are waves apart at sea when our us can't seek touching reach.

Our passion, and admiration are key to unlock doors to beyond sage and green.
A love poem.
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