contritions wombe
never shall i contrive, of
mothers wisdom
the act of being contrived, is
an act of hostaging the violition
of another
embattled romes kneel'd
conference of the selfless slaves of
northern ireland
i am liberated from france

let's go ...
am i as wind, turned
sheltered, shelled
against when
spells altering years
Wednesday
the fickle plunge
adversary? will you die as also i?

yes i dare adore with thee

abbey is a trap
hurt speaks isn't betrayal
sundered remains in ashen laughter
this wound, is mortal filling
two musn't vex? halting?  removal's
all watched lies, shant thee singe of waste
cross youthfully once in death

hennifer, young is lend
after whilst, inside i've drug
and hidden mercy
worn in further, i've crawled
knowing worse

fall with us
two to know another day
going further
inside the buddhahood
until, un til this land with us

try as employer to envision this country
disarmed
our democracy is no utopia
the gallant day awaits ye
in soil and lumber
reconstructionism and social reform
the designation of coordinations
from homeless coordinator to country
from sea the shining cities
release from time, spills of ink and ashed regrets
all forms of beauty entertwines of courage and journalism
be spectacles of dance to wind down an live up romanticism
on blonde's hearts recoil in a dreading of friendships

is the files of love
the needs of a husband
a friend and an enemy
to rewire the wisdom
in fates hands, costing your lies
in traps of leisure, a woman grows
hurt wasted water
opposite of her buildings intent
to hold the promises she paid with
and against empty well
the plummeting death
before seeing the dishonest water
breaks of vengance
at how her mothered earth
was mine
and in my mind unhanded was loving myself
sheltering infinite sorrow and suffering beauties
well beauties joyful surrender to herself
left with only empty trinkets of paperworkings
held in blind ears and numb eyes

that work was not left to be done
only admired
the irish write the frame after the french debate reason
american is covered in fatigue's
hints of irish palor

our languishing theatre?
this is your lifetime
not a positive quixotic yet?

atticus abbey picked me up. theres plenty'd of free form exposition
or flat_   retort-able  form from the applied to

the house of perjury,lies and illness

the exhumed words from?

and matilda, marie antoinette sade............joan sade....suggestion

the lost pages at finding lady sades after's

an essayist on education levels in sound accounts #2

absence attendance and absent call
in the district of columbia
crime data masses and blinding decay's
only 2 hours ago you went on the "company" card
spending gods time, while children from other mothers
wept

enjoying the mystery of clean hair
comfort

hours of expense

the termite dwellings fall, in autumns eyes
untenable walls dry and corroded in congress

my years of writing the legislators are reading, journals
quartely, and patient days delve further than true
weeping in psalms buried above the few
hours not writing or working
offices as pews
these days of living, never felt that way
what a wicked game to play
acting as i am blamed, for you a women's worth
social workers and churches for children
enrolled and you
waiting beside the pharmacy
collecting your endowements perjury, in time
i will win

ink overt water

scared of you is healthy now

hold my peace

yes i traded love for lust

into your frightening of tars, taryn

welling over plunge again

will you stain with mine, the empty forgetting

*** of boy, memory of corners undue time

dances of steps hiding embracing regrets

silent silences weave me between your minds

hate free as i've lept into deaths

ask when she begins, plunge hate once, only as before

free your leers feathers

and find no gentler strings than the winds guts
slow thy hand upon the shifts of irelands

thank you
the completion in my metre of french poetry

then poet would not lend
having been knelt upon
aphrodite and smirk
wealthy promise for wants
and dealt words of wisdom

now i begin as asking
with what god's you have held
desire's as resist, to selfish my beats

sieve their poor depth, scarce the shelf
which is not the reach of another's nails


as i do, i maxwell
when wasn't spite taught?
when poet hid in the water dying

and then love was familiar
in the giving away of life
as tossing gardens are turned
non carry the gripe
the gripe of soap, from france
that her babes are democracy
and the letters of french are formed free
to liberate the mind from movements
of war

tifear, unclear
followed and unclean
seen as chaste
unnatural'd pace'd

this unkempt boy
thrown to and fro
stairs built
and disavowed the heel

this is a right of a human

locomotion is not debate

police in america have not the double under
this is interpol logic
there is no to be sure
police, "you are just as an employee of the homeless"

failure to respond to a hail
and follow order is end of job.
no children curfew the night in cars

the take and the quake
welcome to geo engineering
on a global sentence i will use ....
an irish dictionary
and observe silence of spent...

my chosen holiday is called spent

in the orient

what i came to say is
that what i can do before the hague is
wait

we are civilized america
this is the holocaust's...
blowing back on you

welcome to my west end girls

the girl, has a father
i know nothing of this sounds truth

your fathers are ******

i learned the experience of ...
time travel
it is a survival skill....
described in the south by
conductors

go out and find peace through the **** science

i am not from here

that is interrogation method 1 to.....
disprove law #1
law#1 in question....
hate
in irish poetry's spill of hate if came and wept

this is calabasas, news of incubus

pardon's answer is not finite

these are the greater people i must die for?

but yes i am your audience standing right behind you

in real life im just as a jamiroquai poser is
i think the act of attempting jamiroquai may be the secret to life
if we could allow the living of this art form from time to another time
i might slide

i love beck how tom curren has to learn from pat like that

so paris ate a drug war, who hasn't added some nofx in bed

my tune as a front man keeps it even flow
i am the reader
will you catch up with me now guys
i got deeper in the roll

i don't have time
i found peace at the entrance
to the path
my life cycle ends here it tells me
i feel the after earth
drying without me

finding the leader is you
and the time of before speaking

phonecia is me

after vishnu and kali is ganesha
that wasn't a new beginning ganesha
it was me
this is my responsible

the troubles of ireland were long
today is longer
please yourself with troubles