then i woke, a way hadn't come
losing favorite in the lace

when i a rose, despondent measure
bringing finger upon palerma's toe
as she had asked, gentle and a nose

friend had not found, memory

then i arise, tired beside a hand
losing the path, and feet towards a home

she a girl, indignant, and afforded
the blemish inside the worlds, indifferent design

a breaking of sprigs, tightened ledgeworks
neither a brim

when she woke, startled as ireland wrote
husband she learned of cry

and tilted my irish hide

no funding
when education
fuels terror


my understanding
hate speeches inference of danger
with not being a Palestinian poet

espionage and capitalism = hate speech

kite runners......

we will never speak of american prisoners
only love and letting legs grow heaven above them, themselves

i had a discussion with a gentleman a year or so ago
that the word if ,  if'd
is not real.

never use this memory

impulse control the nearest pole
instinct, smother babies tied my shoes
peace, posts of sewage, dedicated patience
cant get me to notice you in a hell
so called life for a history
watching me live, passed by?

next slide end frame, too much the fame
puta the wife in the welfare queen
check the county, me no compare
still boy, i cott space with a rebound
civil aint that right, tucks on half off
he set you all up with fraud
that him, half pint cant even pay
the tax of mexico

whatcha gonna do? irish know you

this regan economics learning late huh, kendrick?

i see the lines straights
true, i do know the wait
and the styles of a turn
yet longer i learn
and while in hunger
the england of my heart
grows without good prayer

"why is prayer missing mother"
the good lord has taken him up, love

dedicated to my halfly sisters, catherine and meghan

wear the salt licks
not allowed to be
cant carry paper in my pockets
my pursed lips **** me
im homeless, starving
cell phone the electric chair
its good, theres 4000 facebook likes on the curb

american history next

happy bday bill burr,  eat some grit

love irish

this is to end the need of opinion
an honest and honorable end of time, a soldier per se
relieved of duty by command
from this published article in a journal of time
the resignations is carried over and not down

that literate'ing the subject matter

i legible'd that right there

regarding fbi arresting judge on........
infer....."we do not require injustice by force, and the hearing of treason"

thats actionable intelligence in an office

the bambina, she will not speak
finding me in hurts honor as creeks
do i or wont she be the aisles
beside me in the hours
an hour and a prayer
an hour with lords and her saviors
they her sisters and gypsied
loves with ending questions
the bambina, a mystery of irish hands
boy would you just be him, never, again
when she's stuck to my side forever
the love you lost in the frames of her fathers
her sweaters around in the hands of another mans famine again

i aint allowed the soft hand
but you learn from me before a better man

lets give the girls some more italian boys