Godly.
Think of then.
What is the odd end of Godly hoards.
Offored with erreverence in the sanction of Lords wards.

It's not like life's worthless.
But a purple without dew.
could bring ashame and worthlessness
as long as there's nothing you won't do.

I write my words a warrior
Gladly like gladiator in a galaxy of thought
that's throught with folks that's think they're worthy
and they deserve a spot.
So try me try me try me.
I may be soft when I'm at bay.
But try to cut my throat and
then you'll see the light of day.

Salt can smelt on you
And take your taste
Make it much better
Like colored dye on gray wool
that is made into a sweater.

So there's this thing I've learned lately about people. Folks, I should call them.
They're not as folksy as you would think. I've come to learn that the link in the stink in the air can be directly trailed to all the tumultuous tripes and tropes will place on one another.



Drip into the lamplight liquid.
It will make you limp.
A liniment of livid, paraffin feelings.

So, in dealing with the stresses of soft bodied faces.
What would it take to take apart an edifice of feel like love's graces?
Space is empty space. And empty words are worth a lot.

Like a space with smiles and faces. And love words. Herbs.
Like bergamot.
Like chives.
Like rosemary.
Like basil.
Like reciting Hail Mary.
Like reveling in fried chicken.

It's normal folks that are bestricken.
With hell. And fire lances.
And fresh meat. And naked prances
But hateful hearts make unfaithful food.
And food's what makes you good.

Living life as a lord,
where death barons are restored.
Oxen, cattle, sheep, logs, ranches
Chickens, hogs in slogs, as my dog dances.

It's not the lord that I am scared...
It's lack of love, lack of health repaired.

Blink.
Blink blink blink like
Light has never cared.
Be scared.
And think think think
GOD
and link together light with love
GOD GOD GOD
Lighten sorden braken broken branches into a
Tree.
Maybe you'll see that it's worth seeing the way dead seas.
If'en loaf of bread feed the flies.
Then I would happy live a soften-short life.
As long as maggots fly
and I can DIE DIE DIE.

So since I've been on the trail
To the water fall
The cadaver that use to slow me down
Can't keep up at all.

I'd rather fall asleep at night
on a bench with a good book
Than have to sit through a movie
And pay ridiculous rent for a shanty nook.

The things I really only like
are things that I can share
Like food and stories and my space
That's why I keep my space bare.