1 Is it but plants that givith, us breath and from whence they cut our air short, its a trust in set, hold no flame to night that weeps.
For one day are shackle's bleed new way.

Lip stick on walls efforts about nodding.
Deeds untouched and sliding arm's grin.
Fulfilling connection's legend's fashioned  rice ribbon's.
 
Awoke her slumber with lion's at her bay, what he and she where to about say.

2Fade too...
Asylum, night crawlers mourn the heat that kills.
Juices spill from the nurses garment, and the Doctor's chairs rusted.
Thundering unhealthy sins a waiter cell awaits his men.
Meditate sloppy jeans from cutting he bleeds and scars that hold greed.

Envelopes his trust from pictures and ids that when each tried to escape there remain's lost weight.

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.

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.

I've seen a cloth in the form of an spirt.
And it was near and around an ancient old kitchens.
There where bubble's floating and the cloud's where made of sand witches.
So, I packed my belonging's and headed for some mountain's.
There's were I met a giant stallion his hair was silky and smooth.
He could speak so he told me what to do!
Grasp for my hair we shall set our focus too the moon.
And then wait till half past noon
For the apples and oranges to taste like .festoon.
And, now what's to be done with these flowers also bloom.
He said in a ramp style attune please only speak when holding some balloons.

The water, from the torando is all around as a long duration, wave from miles it set''s at wade.

Coming from a distant wait it scares cattle away.

There ears and horn look in fray.

Because there life is a haze in a play.

When death is there resident they can't get away.

Because it has every inch and foot they will every place.

Sad it has to go this way to survive.

Many won't under stand there essences   because there hungry  is all they see.

Crazy world we live in when life is a kite race.

Party goer''s with light of interest.
Will of matter, solded never yield worry.

Attention, is key when sculpture are clean.

Circle in facts can and do.

With a number spin a weave.
Break a tab split it's whole.

Replenished body too prime successful     self.

It is but words that shake our feet and tours that seep the fleet.
So as two it wonder, wild sheep in a texture of seasoned streets.
Our mind is our version of reality based conduction.
So too keep with the witty words and thought''s too production.
We should keep in mind our Instruction.
Do white hats come with there cool deductions.
Puzzle and moves from a flavor of cos play.
Her words cover the pixel with arrays of love.

Eye lids attached by a wizard two where about too be kisses.



Flames grew higher as wind make's hurricane.





It's strength yields only destruction, how would  they prepare.



That would have to be ask in a questionnaire!



Tree's play ******* in the "change of color" in the sky wickedly now pink.



All the best weather, men broad cast it and sync.



Their environment has changes occurring at an alarming rate the static the waves produce was ******.

Textures warm splinter rail way.
Medal, cob webs white.
Medal slug's in-bedded calmly.

Next day boot's stomp the Earth in near attempts.

Two pull us from our resident, at peace of carved wood.

His angary, rage was seen by many he mutter's a word not sure his meaning.

He said in a grunge manner displaying his hate for his art was wrongly designed.

I made you for a lady I met at the Zoo, her name you'll ask is Lilly.

Flotation was seen at sea with hydration.

Will you feel the bonds with inflation.

Because the streets are busy with frustrations.

Are the pickels in the mood for medcations.

Laughing peers pressure the piers.

And loud clanks awaken the stir.

Flutter, they hum threw the sky with nails and some thing nifty inside.

A young boy and his rubber band gun decide.

Too take aim and save grace.

For the path, of good shall have its rain.

And no more evil should proclam it's array.

It should become stale and fade away.

Will you agree with the statement here.
I'll pass the note and continue its will.

And rocks stones and nails shall become liquid.

Then a restrum takes place.

Regenerate, the ways in which you might abbreviate.

Always made up here's the rebate.

Did you understand the preference.

It's my main  look toward my own direction.

Generation's of boards fall when the plains river and fail.

Words flake off his shirt.

As the people watch they became advert and also alert not that it made them seem hurt.

Lip stick on walls efforts about nodding.
Deeds untouched and sliding arm's grin.
Fulfilling connection's legend's fashioned  rice ribbon's.

Awoke her slumber with lions at her bay, what he and she where to about say.

Complexion are her direction they are full of perfection.

You might think differently mind your selection.

For she is art made of prime definition.

You need a handful of commissions too get in and see her convextion.

Tingling lava spills from words in bold black print news paper.

Maps crinklyed from setting on them for week in a now hot car.

Creases form in your face are you old or a saint.
Blend me your best ideas we shall bass the seas.