My brother has forgotten
The way ivy grows on fences
And trees.
Let me show you the way ivy grows.

You have to start small,
Smaller then a humming bird,
Pretend your here with me.
You wont see me if your passing by,
Im behind a ten foot fence.
I heard the gas pedal excelerate.
If your listening now.
You have to yank the thin vines
Until there's a basket ball court.
Yank the vines until you see
The dump behind the fence you
Always wanted to know what was
So private.  
It was a rusty wheel barrel next to a
Dead lawnmower.  
The years are a epithany like the lost baseballs.
Be the green monster that makes us forget.
Let the ivy hide what it hides.
But, one day you and I will have to loose our
Grip on the house we used to call home.

Please, hold my hand,
Distract my weary, hazel eyes,
From the tick tock of the clock,
Excelerate my fleeting heart rate,
With your crooked smile,
Fill my head with lyrics,
To the melody of this moment,
And my stomach with butterflies,
Trapped and longing,
Fluttering their fragile wings,
Whenever you honour me,
With the utterance of a single fragment,
Of a syllable,
Like a lullaby, trangqulizing my busy mind,
With sweet, spoken thoughts

pasture whale spoke
India reflect
can bamboo hail

BEAM ME UP SCOTTY


PRESIDENT TRUMP HAS ACHIEVED WARP SPEED TO EXCELERATE  A VACCINE FOR COVID19.


THE VACCINES ARE ON THE WAY
OUR WORLD NOW CAN BE SAVED
PRESIDENT TRUMP DID HAVE WARP SPEED
THROUGH HIS ACTIONS THIS WAS PAVED


I WISH HE WOULD HAND OVER
AND SHOW THE WORLD HE CARES
INSTEAD OF ACTING LIKE A CHILD
THROUGH HIS VENGEFUL EGOSTITICAL STARES