Where's the edge in your rhyme schemes?
No wedge between my time and my themes.

You make cents while you don't make sense,
play dense when you mistake tense.
In my defense,
I expend to no end, at no expense.
Hide intense behind offense,
a generic's scend is too immense.

Son of sin, son of suns and runes.
Father of win, father of puns and tunes.

o splendid child most whOlly pure and sweet (
angelic, come to claim your worldly place)
de
    scend
              ing, born to mother of the street
Leda to some (on the                  
                                   down-low) Zeus
effervescent incandescent  eYe  s
illuminating darkened cornered souls
of passers-                                                  
      ­            >snappingsnarlingstomping< 
                                                            ­        by                 
with savior's grace found now(here)
                                                       ­      perfect whole
unearthly beauty neon ((halo)) glows
               mirrored
                               on her palest golden hair
from reddest lights and bar signs
                                                         Her steps float
above the concrete-footed walks and stairs
to which we're tied.
                                 Just child's play (yet it seems
that in her wake a cityblock's
                                                  )re­deemed

Are you sand?
I ask myself
Are
You
Sand?
I ask
As you run through
My hands
Understand
I love you
Boulder or lesser
I just happen
Not to be
The best guesser

Are you sand?
Burned to clarity?
Do
You
See
Beyond
What they
And even I
Perceive you to
Be?
Just be
Sand shifts
So elegantly
Overlooked
Though vast
Ground
But
Weathering

You
Are
Sand
To me
Do you count
Every
    Single
De-
       Scend-
-ing
Second with me
I lose track
In the
Warmth of you
Ever living
Till
I’m
Sand
Too

We are sand
Ground
Mountain
Traces
Independent
Wrapped embraces
Found in crevices
Of
Places
That we
Unknowingly
Found
Ever
Changing
Yet
Always
On the ground
Only valued
When
We
Are
From shore
To shore
But never far

I know what you are...

here we go round to help the poor help the poor help the poor

here we go round to help the poor is brian allan’s philosophy

you see brian allan helps the poor helps the poor helps the poor

you see brian allan helps the poor by becoming one of them

you see brian allan has made mistakes made mistakes made mistakes

you see brian allan has made mistakes, which made him one of the poor people

you see brian allan loves being around the poor being around the poor

being around the poor

you see brian allan loves being around the poor

helping the poor is what brian allan loves to dude

brian allan helps the poor by designing homes designing homes

designing homes

brian allan helps the poor by designing homes

a homeless shelter for everyone who is poor to share a meal

you see brian allan is a god scent to the poor people more than anyone

brian allan is a god scend to the poor, yeah he is helping everyone understand

the poor are people too, and they are well looked after, dude