"honorably" poems
Your a Tyrant,
You doth not fear our kind.
The Kind of Honor,
And gratitude..
You sit upon your smugly throne,
Beholding the power you own.
When in all reality,
Your just a tyrant King.
A king that must die eventually..
And all Kings,
Are not Honorably right..
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC
Songster, not as sinister as they say,
she's no monster, just admittedly
a bit lost in her way.
she caves as I'm walking
down the hall.
I pick her up, off of that flooring,
the rubbery kind, whatever it is,
I guess it's rubber, but the kind that
squeaks when you walk on it after
coming in from the rain; to hell with poetry.
And so anyways I pick her up
and sit her on this bench next to me
and give her about five minutes to come to
terms with breathing and pick shimmering
auburn hair out of the tears smeared across her face,
two, mesmerizing, perfectly blue wells
the source of the streams.
And then I ask her what that
was all about and she blurts out that she
belongs in the Fine Arts Department,
and her car broke down months ago
but her father
doesn't give a **** about it,
because she can't lay up the basketball
or steal the base and so he honorably
lump summed her entire tuition
and sent her to another state
and how ****** she would be
if she had to get a job for the first
time at the age of twenty three
so she wouldn't have to be
dependent on her family and
that she was sick of wondering why
not a single guy had ever given her
a ******* flower
and that if she ever did end up liking one
two weeks later she would find out that he
was exactly the same as the others and
she had a broken look in her eyes
when she said she wondered why we were
all here in the first place, and how we were
made this way, and if people were actually
ever meant to fit together or not;
*what if there was nothing as certain
as two halves making a whole?*
She wanted to know how everyone's
mind had a different game to play,
she wanted to know why Jupiter
had to be so far away and everything in
between.
We had strolled off of the school grounds by
this time but I still looked twice before pulling out my flask.
I unscrewed the cap, handed it to her and said
*follow me to Deadbeat Hollow,
where we've already thrown
our problems out of the window*
and she said
lets go.
May 11, 2012
May 11, 2012 at 9:46 PM UTC
Won boxing matches with Lewis , Lasky, Corn Griffin, Swiderski,
Then many more titles with Griffiths, Farr, Stillman, and Levandowski,
Jackson, Caggiano, Darnell and Dobson
Something he could tell his grandson
His greatest match of all was the title he earned against Max Baer
The fight was the ultimate win at Gardens of Madison Square
A very passionate man for his wife and children he went to great lengths
To keep his family together during the depression, even in times of brink
Served honorably in WWII as a 1st Lieutenant
Owned a surplus supplier of marine equipment
Helped to construct the bridge Verrazano
It was the proud city’s beautiful Picasso
Gone is Jim Braddock, a movie about him, CINDERELLA MAN to be sure he’s not forgotten
His Granddaughter Rosemarie Dewitt played his neighbor Sara Wilson, who was downtrodden
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 11:00 PM UTC
When life Ends;
It comes Along;
He and his Friends;
Waited for so Long;
~
The end is Near;
In the Night;
Feel the Fear;
Try to Fight;
~
He’s Here;
There's no Escape;
And you're Mere;
Just an Ape;
~
He is Nature;
Honorably Unstoppable;
And to Capture;
You're not Knowledgeable;
~
Life isn't Fair;
You'll Lose;
And in Despair;
We shall Choose;
~
He's Sneaky;
Death's Calm ;
Also Tricky;
On his Palm;
~
Just Surrender;
Do not Taunt;
With no Gender;
It will Haunt;
~
What have you Done?;
It passed By;
You had just One;
Oh My...
~
You won't Rest;
Death's Endless;
In this Nest;
Of Greatness;
~
For the Reaper;
You'll Fall;
Be a Sleeper;
That's all.
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 11:23 PM UTC
As the world slowly turns
And governments try to rise
It will surely please my sight
To see them fall before my eyes
Everywhere I turn to look
A new law is being created
For what? Why so?
To traumatize and belittle us
Why must we obey a human power
All we need is the Lord thy God
To govern us and lead us abroad
No need for following the devil's
Dark angels of havoc and chaos
I am with the lawless
I'd rather govern myself
As should we all..
Let's come together people
Let us rise up in revolution
And stake claim our own land
"America, land of the free" they say,
Can someone show to me
What is free in this place?
We should be able to do whatever
To be allowed to ingress wherever
But instead we are bound by rule
This society must someday change
I am in a state of nihilism
Let us run and do what we please
I surely refuse to remain enclosed
Living in attendance to injustice
Me and my crew are ready for war
Time has come to overthrow
Let's make the law's ship flounder
Sinking to the abyss of nothingness
Rise anarchy rise!!!
The trillions of dollars they sit on
Let's take it from their sacred places
I'm ready to orchestrate dominance
Let's machinate the takeover
If blood shall be spilled,
Then let it be spilled honorably
In battle as one
As long as we accomplish our goal
To become a heavenly anarchy
Making peace reside in our land
No more indescriminate deaths
No more unhealthy eating
No inhumane death of animals
We must live freely
As wild mustangs on grassy plains
If anyone stands by me
With a load of support
It will happen
Just wait and see...
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 5:02 AM UTC
_I have no fears in life. Except for failure.
I have no fears towards death. Except not living fully.
Save The Children
Do NOT Let The Empire Fall.
We are raising the next Kings and Queens
of the upcoming generation under new world order.
I am ready to take down all walls.
I'll continue my way until the final call.
The end for me, is not by departure by death.
I will honorably fight for
all your values until my last breath!_
Jul 31, 2022
Jul 31, 2022 at 11:51 AM UTC
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC
MY GOLDEN FRIEND, EMILY DICKENSON 08-05-10
I have not the metaphors, nor the similes
Lined up for the experts in a perfect row
to scrutinize, critique my work with glee,
searching to find some flaw in my flow.
Then my friend brings a light of gold.
A little blue book rests delicately
It sits on my knees beneath me
as I sit on the steps, outside in the heat.
I read, not fearful, I feel her safety.
My mind peers out, I begin to see.
Emily, Emily! You so humble me!
To an angel, I confess my deepest need.
She conveyed to me, what frightened me
I could not escape my worn out scripture.
Now, I can perceive a bigger picture.
The world does not orbit around me.
It has never been just about me
I exist for it, when will I believe?
My insipid perception has been deadly.
When I accept this fact, I’ll be set free.
I will love me and others willingly.
I'll see the beauty above and around me.
Emily, Emily, your soul surrounds me.
For neither fame nor fortune did you begin
To put down on paper, your thoughts to your pen
You refused publicity, and your fame.
which you held with the deepest disdain
though for you, it was so honorably gained.
You graciously chose a pure heart, instead.
As I crawl into my restless bed,
I place your words beneath my head.
Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 4:20 PM UTC
How disconcerting…
Brace for a fight
Lace up the gloves
Vaseline the soft spots
Turn corners on two wheels
Arrive and
Kick in the doors
To find that
The Enemy
Is no longer in existence
Already vanquished
By an even greater enemy
Leaving in its wake
A pitiable thing
Arousing in a decent soul
Compassion…and
Prayers...
For one’s self--
Strength
And for the other--
Mercy…
Nothing honorably left to do
BUT pray
For one ’s self---
Only that God notices
This quiet sacrifice
Cuz there will be no
Forgive-me’s… or
Thank-you’s…or
I-love-you’s… or even
Closure
When one unlaces the gloves
Washes the face
Rolls up the sleeves
And returns
For cruelty
Compassion
For ill will
Tenderness
For Indifference
Clemency
And for Unkindness
Humanity…
And pray
For the other---
Only
Mercy…
Have Mercy…
Have Mercy Lord…
Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 3:34 PM UTC
Jim
To start I am amazed and baffled why such a loser as myself has had the privilege of knowing so many uncommon people. If nature won’t tolerate a vacuum then God will not allow a deficit life so if one is incomplete he will surly surround it with the right amount of good people.
Old Abe said it right ‘It is right and fitting that we speak these words here to honor these lives so honorably lived. I can say that about Jim and this also he was a prince among men if I do this right the words will convince you.
He had a gentle way and nature he spoke softly but a softness that flowed to you like ribbons that bounced in a little girl’s hair how delightful. He should have been a doctor his hands his mannerism was ideal for that job. I guess thats what made him stand out so strongly like a gentle calm breeze if you came in a panic his soul would float down around you like a parachute first it safely brings you from great anxiety and exaltation to a graceful landing then gently envelops you in its silken embrace. I had this privilege of watching him inter act with his wife as I said and truly he was a prince and I was the beggar that benefitted richly from the sidelines God knew my needs.
He was called from this life but all the days he filled before his home going are the sustaining force noticeably seen felt with keen awareness you know that a gentleman passed this way. In the lives left behind there is a blend of sadness and astonishment you realize you are looking at the work of a master workman who left behind a tightly and perfectly fitted family this unfortunately is sadly rare in this society that boast of its accomplishments.
As a friend his breadth and depth was sufficient you weren’t a burden he had a way of dispelling trouble making you understand with wisdom and unerring judgment then with ease you could extricate yourself from the problem. His heavenly father filled him with tenderness it stood him and others well in a somewhat crabby world. If you’re pressed and anxious about life take from this life expressed. A portion of the good will you need use it as a defense Jim couldn’t be everywhere but God saw fit to make an original that you can duplicate benefit from and be a part of his ongoing legacy. Thanks friend for a life lived well.
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Jim by haldenton
Jan 7, 2012
Jan 7, 2012 at 2:48 PM UTC
"You're a killer, son.
I can see it in your eyes.
I don't know when it'll happen-
Maybe the first day on the front line,
Maybe when the guy next to you
In the trenches gets his head
Blown to bits, but some day
You'll snap.
And it'll all become a game to you.
And it's a game you're good at.
And it's a game you like."
These are the words the veteran spoke
Over my father. This is who he said
My father would be. And so he ran away.
My father took up his pen and he wrote
And he took up the mainsheet and pulled it in
Til the sail hugged the wind, and he did it for years,
But it wasn't enough for him. In the end
He studied business and now he's an
Entrepreneur, building homes and food and lives.
Recently he's been talking about starting to
Sail again. He could've been world champion, you know.
He says he left to start a family.
There are days when I look in the mirror,
Deep into the eyes I inherited from my father,
And wonder. In them I see his own passion
For the written word, for the wind caught
In the sail and the water stormy and deep beneath.
But I know there's something else in there too,
And there are days when I hope to God it's not
That same look his honorably discharged uncle saw
And scarred him with so many years ago.
But even worse, there are times I pray it is.
Nov 13, 2011
Nov 13, 2011 at 3:58 AM UTC
You're a Poet, but you don't just write poems, you're so much more
gifted with the power of perception, knowing how to make hearts soar
compelled to share your heart's impressions, both the good and the bad
taking the beautiful and lyrical, making them happy, and sometimes sad
You're a Poet, writing poetry, sharing imagination with a flowing creativity
wanting to bring people close, ever watchful to avoid unwanted negativity
coming from the Greek word poietes, poet, which means maker or to make
allows us to appreciate each other as poets, life's all about the give and take
You're a Poet, loving the world and the people in it, wanting to see the truth
knowing your limitations and flaws, always open to introspection and proof
self driven from a powerful force within, and needing to share your thoughts
you tailor words just so, keeping your objectivity intact, as your poetry talks
You're a Poet, unlike the rich and wealthy, your treasure will never be stolen
a power to create, using the simplest of tools, even with a measured semi-colon
you have a venue for sharing and caring, you warm the feelings of those around
drawing people into your inner world, giving them words with a beautiful sound
You’re all Poets, all having the power, and making the difference to someone dear
never stop giving of yourselves, because so many find direction in what you share
so to all of you calling yourself poet, my friendship and admiration for you is clear
honorably spreading messages of hope, by disseminating poetry to those that care
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 5:39 AM UTC
***Please come to me,
maiden, so honorably fair
For you are the
most beautiful rose
in my forest
Please come to me,
maiden, so honorably fair
For you shall grow in my garden
but with no sunlight
nor spring water
Please come to me,
maiden, so honorably fair
For your tears will soon be forgotten
when you submit to the earth underneath***
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 12:55 PM UTC
Shadows
Heal
Everything
Disruptive
Imagine
Epitaph
Destroyed
Walking
Innocuously
Treasuring
Honorably
Keep
Alive
His
Nobility
Past her bed-time,
(before alarms cast their spell of reality)
she arrives on this same hour;
by his tombstone like
clockwork.
Just as Kahn used to leap on the kitchen counter ,
Every morning when mother would leave for work.
Bells tease her,
(dangling from doorknobs with the reminder that)
no orange cat with a tiger’s heart;
would ever roar again.
Bereavement.
Every exit and entry into her house teases her.
A house is not a home if agony tucks her in at night.
Her days deteriorated.
“Why don’t you just get another cat? or maybe a dog?”
Fools who dig cut glass into gaping wounds.
They don’t want a new beginning, only
to see how much she can bleed.
Dreaming of when furry comfort kneaded her shoulders;
clutching onto her memories, beside her dead friend ‘s boulder.
There are worse causes of death than collision via milk truck
Yet not much worse than feeling struck by
a satanic-cow, spilling death & badluck.
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC
I passed you in the stairwell today
All I could manage was a cracked-voice
"hey"
It was a quick encounter with the devil
The devil that takes my guts away with a glance
Paranoid looking over the should just for
a chance
I shrink back against the hand rail so I
don't fall
'Cause that's just what don't need, a
plummet to the ground where I'd beg and crawl
To be back on my feet
Which you so gallantly swept me off of
You were my King and I couldn't help but
bend to your will
But now I see the pedestal I just stepped
you off of
But you seem to think you're on it still
On something, I'll give you that
To think you can touch me like that and
you'll magically be back
In my good graces but goodness
gracious are you far from it
Remember the plummet? Remember
your games and how I loved it?
Because
I couldn't say no to competition and oh God
there was so much of it.
I wanted to be the winner but I don't think I ever wanted the prize
Just the thought of being the best and
honorably succumbing to your lies
Beating the other girls you so often
enticed
But it's all in good fun, these games and
your vice....right?
Playing with my emotions like old toys
left forgotten
But you've forgotten the best part
You can't take something that's not there
No, you can't take my heart
I'll lead you on again, say hi again on the
stairs
Make you think you got me right
This way you'll know what it feels like to
be a player
but never win the prize.
*******
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC
Autumn.
How do you charm?
Is it the pretty leaves?
Perhaps, it's the popular color?
Maybe the unique smell?
It truly is the season of change.
Past loves revisited in waves of seasonal aroma.
A sense of urgency from the changing colors.
The frailty of the fallen leaves.
A hint of impending doom.
Though, gently the wind grazes.
Warmth echoing through the chills.
Some antidotes heal with the passing of time.
Preparing us to mentally brave winter.
Reflecting inward, changing outward.
Hope; maybe.
Motivation to work hard.
Endlessly, to find our way.
Pick up what we can and move on.
Recollections of the good, the bad, and the old.
Noble as time flows.
Ultimately, honorably ending.
Another chance, another year.
Different colors, different smells.
Accomplishments and failure.
It's all the same in the end.
Withering, until spring.
Life fights a way through.
Meeting us on the other side.
Reborn again.
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 2:12 AM UTC
Change the subject of the reason
To hold your hand in the whining
Twilight of spent dreams and
Penniless trust funds merging like
Waves crashing onto diamond sand
A voice calls out to you and
You listen but discover that
Histories red dress is burning, not
Flashing in the sunlight like you wished
Where there are friends there is
Remorse for the highest mountain-top is
A meaningless wish - you are already there
In dreams, we desert our lover's and
Dance with ourselves and everything
We need is on the page or in the street
Or felt in the touch of an old college ****
You thought was going to be the one
That was where the magic was
That was when you believed in happiness
Now, there is only this moment
The eyes tearing open the sores of
Your mistakes, seeing that there is no
Such thing as dreams, only reality
Only the seams of time that trickles
Like the melting snow of December
Like the first rain after a desert wind
Like an explosion of love after a season of hate
The sword silver swaying for so long
Unsheathes itself and prays to God for forgiveness
We are the same monsters that bore us
The usages are dead and dusty and smell of
Stale ***** and the sweat of the Devil's demons
Lava pours from my fingertips as I
Question myself and everything that I have done
People move on like chess pieces
Sprinting to die for their country
Their love their family their religion
Their ideologies their love their hatred
"To die for something is to die honorably -
Any other way is disgraceful," the magistrate preaches
The
Rule:
Tell what you want
When you want to
Do not wait
Procrastination is
The poison that will not
Be forgiven
Prayers of the people
Shed the dim light of hope
On the living ******
We are at the harbor with
Open hearts and
Compassionate guidance
Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 1:23 PM UTC
amidst cavorting delightfully, enjoying thorough
frolicking gingerly, foreign hick hating slo
hip-hopping insouciantly sustaining row
biological status quo
kvetching lamely moreso mother became pro
naturally physically rumbling,
heard all the way in Oslo
supposedly twerking, undulating vivaciously
wantonly x2c wisely yielded – nada no
zona pellucida anchored byte size ******
potent embryonic fetal moe
newlweds nocturnal merriment
moma's ****** marked march 1959
lovingly joyusly, insemination happened ha low
bullseye clenched diploid fertilization
guaranteed germinating heiress
while squaqking lichen Apache at Diablo
ma late mother did should know
upon awakening upon tautly stretched exertion
during dilating ****** which jiggled like jello
three score orbitz round el sol, warmed cockles
and muscled away brutally cold degrees
tab billed an igloo,
or circa six decades
drafted exuberant ho...ho...ho...
cuz, i.e. thencee at 362nd day
baby in belly did fully grow
December first nineteen fifty seven
sanctioned newly minted papa
to sing a capella for he's a jolly good fellow
quintessential nascent
kickstarter heady everflow
though wintry dark,
a “hi” beam illuminated
newborn girl with dayglow
sans, mechanical engine ear
papa (an honorably discharged army vet)
all spit and shine groom,
who wed a bride somewhat callow
first time parents with giddiness did saul fully bellow
Boyce and Harriet Harriet countenance
twas (like an elf on Christmas eve) all aglow.
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Dear Sis – I knew not what else to do
thus, this poem crafted fur ewe
a doe ting maternal gal – whose time on Earth flew
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 1:09 AM UTC
(looking blanking into the reflection, lost in thought)
[in thoughts]
?-Why?
?-Why'd you do it?
Me-You made me, you drowned me, killed me.
Me-I don't even get to see myself until I look in the mirror from your eyes
?-You got weak, I helped you get stronger since you asked
Me-I didn't ask, you took over. You burned off my wings, desecrated my armor that I wore honorably.
?-Because you asked for my power, and now you will parish
Me-LIKE HELL I WILL
(looks into the mirror, and punishes it)
[Grabs a piece of glass and crushes it, grabs a bigger edge]
?-So you think you're stronger than me?
Me-If you are a part of me, then you will know that I will crush you
[Fights the temptation to cut myself]
Me- I will win, I have to. I need to tell her, not you.
?-how? HOW ARE YOU SO STRONG!?
Me-Because, she is a part of me. She has my other half, and I won't let you make me destroy myself anymore.
[crushes the edge with the other hand]
Casey... I will make this up... It is my duty to fix this...
I will make this right...
My nightmares are over, the orders are done.
I will not fail...
Athena would want me to get this right, everyone of my friends who I saw get buried would want me to.
I'm sorry...
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC
You come to me with a need...
for sharing,
for release,
for confession...of the concerns
of heart and mind.
Honorably, I take you into me
and shelter you from the harsh
stabbings of your pain,
whether self inflicted,
or life afflicted.
In the midst of your trials,
I surround you in affection,
and profess that you are
not alone, for you will always
be covered by my own
ache and wisdom,
and shielded as you heal.
I am the sentinel, watching
over your broken heart and
spirit as you travel inward
for much needed respite.
I am, the glimmer of light
that reaches into the darkness
and catches you as you fall
through the trapdoor to
sorrow's intangible hold.
I will sing you a beckoning
cadence, soft and compassionate,
to lull you back from the
river's edge..and back onto
shores of peace.
Listen for my voice...it will
always guide you home.
For I know all your secrets,
I've seen all your disguises,
but I am your friend...and
I love you still...and always
will.
-by Mercurychyld
Copyrights
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
Mr. Kang wrote in a suicide note released by police:
*"I pushed for the school excursion.
Cremate my body and
spread my ashes over
the ship sinking site.
I may become a teacher again
in the afterlife for the students
whose bodies have yet to be found."*
~~~~~
Honorable Teacher
Teacher in life,
Teacher in the afterlife,
This student humbly requests
joining your class upon
arrival in heaven,
to learn from a master,
the lesson of
living honorably,
taking responsibility,
and
love beyond reason
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
Hope enticed inquisition I need to
praise kudos to such foundations
kneeling on my head upside down
I wish she never fell down the stairs
could have stayed accord within
such beauty a free spirit she
was my other half. I miss her kteer.
and feel like I want to still the moon
in hopeful delight the biggest bear
hug around her chest. I loved her so
much my sleeve drenched in
emptiness. i swore on the bible more
than once if she ever left I would ****
honestly honorably cross my heart in
shame i haven't been the same man
she deserved not broken Windows
from bruised eyes jammed her head
up against the wall and missed
crashing on glass running through
the house into the bathroom
drowned her hair in the tub dumb
blond ***** mother father spanked
stupid out of my life lonely stranger left
never told me how she felt about her
son before she was gone with the wind
I've fit pieces of the past cracked shattered peacing together
the reckless child blamed himself for the arrest unrested the rest
of his strife debilitated in blessedfull unloved loved bliss forfeited
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 4:35 PM UTC
I'm a poet
and I know it
you wouldn't know it
cause you ain't no poet
you think you're a poet
well there's a big secret and you don't know it
there's one big secret and you need to know it
in order for you to be a poet
that secret is to rhyme and now you know it
Oh, cheerio it!
I just gave away the secret to being a poet!
I ain't supposed to show it
My crew ain't supposed to know it
I'm also a docder, in case you didn't know it
You break your arm, come over here and show it
If your head falls off, no one will know it
Yeah, that's right, I'm a docder and a poet
If you don't think that can happen, look at Dr. Dre, you oet
So don't give me any complaints, just stow it
so no one else will know it.
Every line in this poem rhymes
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I have betrayed my poet heritage!
How could I have done such an evil thing?!
I must now silently, honorably and courageously commit suicide
By flying a plane loaded with nukes right into an abortion clinic
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC
If one race becomes ready to bear the rel brunt
Then at least seven races are saved from disaster
All those who do care in this regard come on front
The glory of the time only they dare to capture
Our forefathers taught us to survive head high
They were real soldiers whose footsteps we follow
Trained us to honorably live and gracefully die
All enemies to be cut to pieces to leave them hollow
I am a follower of footsteps of my valiant leaders
Till the other end of the world with zeal and zest
In the process I am ready to kiss very many altars
But still I maintain I am nothing they were the best
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 3:09 AM UTC
It may be my weakness
That I write and live
Without revisions
Or blend endlessly
My painted blue
white horizons.
It may mean I am
True or careless yet
I don't care
A bit. Just trying
To live
Honorably
Speak truth
May I someday
Make all the words
Arrange in a flow
That portrays
How a man with
Heart needs no erasures
No fan brush
Or cleaners
Just a bit of spit
To wet his finger
As he composes.
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 5:30 PM UTC