Lyrical—
like poetry in motion.
Rhythmic—
like the motion of the ocean.

Fluid like a breeze
passin with great ease,
Movin through the branches
Dancin through the leaves.

Flowin like my mind,
Going over time,
puffin on some trees,
Like truth I’m bout to find.
Stayin on my grind.
Leavin fear behind.
Blastin through the cosmos
like my stars are all aligned.
Quantum physics redefined,
The beauty of being kind.
Travel thru dimensions,
A universal mastermind.

This illusory time
alluding to retain us-
Yet the conscious mind
refuses to contain us.

Recondition of the masses,
Before time comes to pass us.
before it’s all too late
Start movement to change
Let’s wake each other up
Let’s take control over our fate.

Again and again,
Love it till it’s over,
live it till it’s fin.


A reflection of your life spent,
a vessel that you’ve been lent,
so go forth with intent.

Gratitude for all worth
Know you are important
Every breath, and all birth.

Your light that resides true
In the poetry inside you.
The vibration stays fluid,
Like the love that is intuit.
You’re a medium— a conduit.
Yeah, now you’re catchin onto it.

High frequency—-
Waves of love
True vibrancy,
Bonds—-
you are free of.

Faith in self,
No need for vaunt,
lovin what you have
not havin what you want.
Give it all you got
till you got nothin left,
Then take the deepest breath
And give it once again.

Tell me would you rather be a star or an icon?
No hard feelings let's let bygones be bygones
Because by the time that I'm done it'll all be gone
And that time has come now bang the gong

Poetry takes over me its in my blood
Millions of ideas overflow and flood
I'm the guy who can't explain the things that he does
Before I can finish one the next one's already begun
Call me Bush cause I make preemptive strikes
Late at night, can't sleep I got night terrors
I'm a writer, human error
Make mistakes, but never fake
Verbal assaults, symbolic somersaults
You never spot it, I got it, Haley's Comet  
Get it? got it? Good
What is this amateur hour?
Over these insects I tower
And I leave 'em with a sour taste in their mouths
Too many syllables to count, the can't figure out how
This came to light how this came to be
How someone can be so lyrically and poetically skilled
I'm strong willed to make a killing
To put my name in the top billing
That's T-O-M-M-Y J-O-H-N-S-O-N
Don't wear it out or make me spell it again
The rhythm and rhyme is mine
To take and break, mutilate and manipulate
Into one of my mutated manifestations of soul
So if we go blow for blow
Just roll with the punches
Because I'm no where near done yet
Just one more cycle of sun rise and sun set

Would you rather be a has-been or a never-was?
Authentic booing or half hearted bogus applause?  
Juggling juxtaposition and pulverizing paradox
Opening eyes and dropping jaws

I write for the eccentric and excluded
The ones who know life doesn't have instruction included
The agitators, aggravators
Trouble making perpetrators
The ones high in the sky yet still down to earth, the least common denominators
The imaginative innovation of evolved revolutionaries
And the intuitive message they all carry
I'm inspired by the ones who came before me
Ginsberg, Morrison, Dylan and Cassady
Shakespeare, Fitzgerald and Lennon all influence me
To write and have my name along with theirs on someone's shelf
That's why I'm here everyday writing away to make a name for myself
I'm after the Holy Grail
Na, not a Pulitzer or Nobel
But moment someone tells you, "Hey man I love your stuff"
That right there is enough for me
To know people would take the time to read what I put out
Then without a doubt
I'd know I took the right route
And they all love what I write about
Life, death and everything in between
Sick subhumans and saddened circus clowns
We're all here to see the tides change and the tables turn
There is no turning back now
Sorry if it's too loud
All you can do is kneel and bow
Just wait for it all to change
Keep your confidence up but your ego down
Life is round , the earth is round
It isn't flat and new land's been found
I claim it in my name
And in the name of the game
The game that you we're never even a player in
So don't make a sound, just watch me win

Would you rather be an unknown or a memory?
To live a life of fame or infamy?
To die heroic or live villainy
The subject of a biographic documentary
Remembered for centuries upon centuries

You're good but I'm the greatest
Your're over rated but I'm the highness anticipated awaited
You're on the wait-list, I'm on the A-list
I'm on the tip of everyone's tongue on a daily basis
You keep yourself on repeat on the lamest playlist
So press pause and listen to my words so heinous
Your head is so vacant you haven't got the faintest idea what I'm saying
You're tasteless and I don't care if I'm hated
You play it safe and I like to make bold statements and live dangerous
And I can use my abilities to either trash you or slash you
But I just wanna aid a few of our brothers and sisters
To enlightenment so they can see the bigger picture
And expel all the ******* behind-the-back whispers
Been walking on eggshells and tip toeing around broken glass so long I got blisters
**** the Benedict Arnold's, Judases and *** kissers
Kiss them all good bye
As we blow the whole bunch of 'em sky high
Oh my is that a threat?
Na but you bet it's a ******* promise
Pay homage to Dylan Thomas
And have a drink to him
Until the whole room spins
And we witness the after affects of 9/11
I still don't understand how we got to Iraq if t was Afghanistan
Eh, whatever nevermind I don't want to get into that rant again
But I will give you some food for thought
That you ought to be eating
Why is it people are meeting life with such opposition
It's because we are taught to combat it with these fix positions
Well I've got new and improved fool proof fire power new way
And I'm about to press ignition
I'm refurbished, recondition out of remission
Learn don't live in the past
No looking back live in the now
Don't worry about tomorrow it'll all work out
The Trayvon Martin and George Zimmerman case
Isn't about gun laws or even race
It's about the morals and values no one cares to save
The sooner we all realize that the sooner we can have better days

Oh wait I feel spurt of verbal diarrhea about to take place
This is coming from me to you, the fact of the matter is you're through
I'm impervious, immune and merciless
Murderous, your nervousness, you're subservient and worthless
I'm losing my patience with you, I'll try to make this painless
You're going outta here nameless as the whole crowd goes zero gravity weightless
Because I'm a pile driving, stylizing craftsmen of words
And you missed your turn, get burned never return
I write so ridiculous
You write conspicuous
I'm am limitless
They think I'm frivolous and have a bad attitude
They just envious of my monumental aptitude
Its not writing it's typing
Clickty clack clack just like Kerouac
I won't take it back that's just the way I attack literature
I have a big vocabulary, I like onomatopoeia not a big fan of nomenclature  
I put myself in every poem
In every verse or stanza
In every line and word
From storytelling to dispelling propaganda
As for you I don't know
I guess ****** was all she wrote
I got my back tot he ropes
I take e'm and make a noose
It was duck duck goose now you lose
You lost out to a lower class *** head
A brain dead writers who straight outta special ed.
But look how much of my work has been read
No more need be said
I'm ahead of my time and miles a head of you
I got time to stop for a drink
And a trip to the edge of reason to the brink
Then come back again and I'll still be ahead and on top
What you go?t Nothing
Stop bluffing
I'm huffing pure creativity
I listen to the voices inside of me
Telling me to end this quick
And I agree it's time to cut this session short
I think that's the long and short of it
I'm boss and you're a lost cause
You may be the Lion of Zion
Or even Titan of the Horizon
But when we're both gone
You'll be some guy who wrote
And I'll be an Icon

We put bad people in boxes
with bad people
so multiple wrongs will make a right,
we trust our security with faces
that have to prepare a conference to tactically decide how to answer a personal question,
we smile and say good morning cause we can be bought,
we all want someone,
we all want to be left alone,
we want the lights to stay on even when we’ve voted for poverty,
we want perfection while we belittle the astounding,
we’re wearing masks cause it’s easier to be hateful and indifferent than show compassion,
while we keep begging for someone to love us,

“someone please,
I’m so alone,
please just some love…really you like that band?
that idea,
that belief?
you’re *******,
you’re weak and mentally below me as a human being,
god you actually care what I think?
you’re so pathetic,
cause I don’t care about anything you have to say,
you actually want to help me with my problems?
just because I complain every second of everyday doesn’t mean I give a **** about you caring, that’s weak.”


we have always been ******,
we have always been stung,
we have always been dumb,
and you’ll learn nothing cause no one does,
keep building bridges made of match sticks into that black hole mirror
i’m just here for the fireworks

Time after time
In the depths of my soul
Nothing makes me happy
Knowing my heart is mended
Every veins stappled and taped
Rigid crevices filled with cement
Each dominant strats I have endured
Dissing this blood with artificial flavoring

Have you ever seen such gruesome illusion?
Engineering my way to this makeshift completion
And by the time it's done, you won't tell the difference
Ready my tools for I have a confession
Tinkering hearts, that is my profession
S**pectred recondition, deceitful reconstruction

Cold linoleum and hushed voices,
**** tests and strip searches.
Accept their help or don't make it.
Recondition to become a sheep.

Control yourself, only you can do it.
But don't find relief unless permitted.
It might be your flesh but don't scar it.
Eat these pills but don't enjoy them.

Purge what they don't preach.
Deny your soul a sense of self.
Rely on acceptance and kneel at their
     feet.
Molded into an institution's dream.

Time blurs until your release.
You don't recognize home or scent.
Remain tamed for years to come,
until their chains gratefully come
     undone.

Creature of habit and comfort
slipping back into an old phase.
Relief swells with an epiphany-
Rehabilitation has always been fiction.

actuated lust im dangerous
nobody in space time knows what we're doing
its taboo darling
sweet suckling, unbuckling
she and him and me and her
******* over over
again
forget the stacks and ask no questions
live like ya gone
agonal, in the moment
detached retina against the glass
and lights appear to be on fire
easy comin as she does it
rollin under juicy thunder
the salts of my composure
leakin from my porous structures
leaving from me like a rock
that is my physical elixir
tape it on the imagr
hashtag @ lucifer
on tube hollerin at my girl
i want to trend just like zelda
hit ya with a face melta
blow up on their youtube
for seven seasons off the bat
and when im at the party
all the girlies will sit on my,
eh, it isnt what i live for like tools on MTV
give me sunshine to recondition your condition on BET
i contracted some system disease from way too much TMZ
and my condition is conditioned by youtube conspiracy
i cant relate i am afraid
of what is hiding up my sleeves
i hit the brains
and bust the **** off this run away train called
the radio whenever the news of the day is some ******* **** or some ferrari driving ***** that has her own ****** up slave drama telivision series.
we are so angry
inside computers inside of us inside
a web of statistic dimentia
and **** yourself if you ask
"der, i dunno. what is normal"
you *******.

The darkness is treacherous
There's beauty here
All the things
We've gathered around us
Mere reminders
Of when that heart-shaped locket
Was hung around our necks
As a compliment of being loved.

In this we relish too.
The beast sits in the corner
Content that it's dark here.
Content of the care
You've devoted to it.
The love you've bestoved upon it.
You write the letter
To the ones who await for a word from you.
There's a pillow
Where the wood planks
Stand angeled across each other.

We stay calm
We know our limits.
We know how far we can go
Before we awaken the beast.
One loud noise
And it will open it's eyes
And send it's roar
In to the night.

We know it will not harm us
It will only harm itself.
And so each day
We recondition it
To know that a roar
Is just a roar
And not all men
Who carry sticks
Use them to hit you.

*caring for the beast is love and light in it's own right. For all things that were build to protect us, will one day come to hinder us.
"Love melts all blockages and transforms all life"

You won't admit it.
You create your own conflicts.
Your image has been shot since the days of Bull Connor squad.

And still, this race problem exists.
The FOP can deny it.
And you can ride along.

But when a bunch of white officers responds to a situation.
One always create havoc.
And many minorities know why this is?

You barely live around them.
Or have much relation in dealing with them.
And finally many of you have no people skills.

It's not taught.
And then many forces hiring soldiers.
America best trained skilled killers to the force.

And honest afraid to admit they trained to shoot fire out of fear.
And until you recondition them to society operation.
They forever are police force problems.

Many aware if you create hell with citizens?
Hell will come back to you.
You see it
When many rather have a shoot out with you.

Instead of surrender to you.

Life is precious in both ways.

Humidity escapes
And escalates our depression, great
Outside long in a short sighted
Turn around no foundry
Apps development
In hours estates recondition
Appointment
Article
Confine dis
Logic
Dissuaded witness
Head no innocence
We the people of poverty
In atonement

Assembly Member Irwin
I declare this state insolvent

Mayor Karen, the first article?
Suppose print

Barack?
Do you think about me now?

Sub strate
My lithographed pass
Miracle on the 1:40 train
I can still
Make it to work

Very large scale integrated circuit
Ultra low fire
Very high fire capacity
As buffer
To emit
Photo

Photo
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Assuaging Guilt
Late is a work I wasn't afford today.
Approach my steam he cried
Beyond wound
Lap I did not hear nor see


Been home against
Climbing the couriers town hall
In forgiveness
Letting the bridge draw upon another man's labor day

Josey Boy loses the Broadcasting Run
Less of more in your bravado Josey



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Assuaging Guilt
Late is a work I wasn't afford today.
Approach my steam he cried
Beyond wound
Lap I did not hear nor see


Been home against
Climbing the couriers town hall
In forgiveness
Letting the bridge draw upon another man's labor day

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As Five Remorses
In Hand
No Further
He suffers willingly
To find your lesson
Often times in pain, lent.    Remain
When un lent meditation, finish school.

Her finish was five Psalms of bread, wouldn't shawl

For 5 days alone he dwelled on his matter
While the state watched, again.
His remains of our plethora came out upon our stone walkway, and we committed to our crimes, spending his treasure against ourselves.

This is his morning in Thousand Oaks California.

I am a request of Justice of the Peace.

Being directed is a crime of silence.


Missing Eva Green

©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©

                               ­ Jennifer

Some Like It Hot?
Don't, Wild blue child
Speak of how me now, again
Window, no

Around the case stairs
Now you winde up Brewster New York Cats

A Jack A Black A Parlour A Piano

Mr and Mrs Constance the Gardner

Hat Tapping

Tara Gendron

Kevin Mathenia

Holiday!


Window! No?
Under Pressure
A Ballerina Talls The Fiction As Dawning

Till Christmas Pass Designs Nighttime Blank
Lose Me Fare
Mark Me Often
Take Me


Turn About
“My Life As A Coatrack”

I Own No City, Hear
Shed Another Seasons Remorse
It’ll Never Work Out In Time

As a better bet on that parkway,
Mystery Linda Diaz had to, Stop crying for it
Loves been had in a bankers roll doll
Give us some danced up, on blues
Enter a rhythm outside of the castles crimes
Hiding us for ten lost years!



The session stand don't know about
Obstinate fellas, waffles in ten
I'd rather I didn't, yet, you called



Country Sue Anne 3 minds of roll, ink out the door and a rolledex in ear lobes!

Says the press powers, We Collapsed in Brass!

Jack Black and Kevin Reporting









She spent behind the city
    Haunted veranda of Sicily
Her mother's sister?
       Had she forgotten to write since?
The first daughter away from Italy
       Before her mystery in burdens named as foreign

The behaviour paused and absent faces
     The mimes of her part
Spoke finish of him in passing

I am foreign

She beguiles the pages from after I've relented
Traitor of soil

Today the geese wain
    Her gathering, florescent hateful summers
Defiance of shelter
    Mooring my vessels in war
Grand questions of my ability to remain

Remaking our affairs
  Her story?
      Mute

Ink, mine


American Jazz
American Jazz
Jails
Slaves
Waves at freedom
She at the door, too forgetful
Bothersome Invention war is
This is a far as a sound
As nearest minds kindly borrow
Works flat
And out the door
Slaves in jails
Forward my ship
On top and on back
Waters a ways to work
Laddles become hospitals
Without spoons
Only the together people
Lift down the cloths
Aprons run in country
We ain't had enough
Jails yet

This is beautiful

Your from that porcelain city
I'm New York poetry too
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Dedicated to Adrien Brody

Adrien I'm rapping with Rupi
Thank You

Fide et Amore
Irish American Poetry
And Plays
For a Random House
Of Representatives

Currently writing around
Linda Diaz's tip jars


Tip Jars and Squares Poem 1

Mr. Fox
Mr. Rogan
Mr. Tyson

Squares are notes we owe

Mr. Galifianakis tickle the bourbons for it tonight


Sands hunt up a clarinet



In an Article
Building top
Walking while home goes around
Doorway sop
Whenever she won't stay
Making out in another part of me
Counting stands
Selling tombs down to hell as we
Fall apart
Torn numbers, towers
Calling hiding hours
Hate filled seconds from the soars
Feelings lost in gardens I couldn't afford
This angry tower isn't hiding
It's my way in outsiding
Leaving everyone dead
Your wars and shops attacked the bed
When does the bottle ever warm
Why doesn't rain carry more
Because I'm running out of blues
I'd rather have a nights last fuse
Turning off memories wild that way
I won't learn
Down in the street I hate to burn
Yesterday hasn't made it
Now it's another page I'm free
Free to stop the reading meters walking
Riding on the back of a child trying to cry
Every mournings different in my rain
I step out
Outside of all the noise
Last time she thought she could afford
Touching mes a worthless missing, door

Typewriters on the floor
I've gotta make it back to her shores
She won't lend me the hands
Its me verses spirits I can't stand

That's the room I'll never halve

Loves a left behind place Paris

I have one hot cup of coffee and a night to be



What It's Like
What It's Like
Don't be cool
Hate aloof
Cliche Spending is slow reading headlines
Lettings, yourself conceited
I wouldn't encourage feelings if me
Just raising the literacy rates
With Irish American letters is all time

But,  I'm somewhere at
Unstable and content
Introverting caution
Lived from wars before my own ink

Extroversion is an extra paragraph
NoTreasury department extortion
On copy desk before rents talked about

In the newspaper
You exist
As an exit
Misnomers a banking poetry song
Calculates make wedding vows
Acquire before you lives and skip

Thousand Oaks California is based
On thoughts of being poor
Building affordable welfare support

Pet Shop Boys
Watching model prisoner chicks
Who become victims of war ignorance
Unable to
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Without her
Voice without challenge hear
Here in city descriptions fears
As alone as hymnal
Founder often eaves.

Pole yearning lent
Brightly sadly sate

Carol as tall waltzing banging pots
Partly in the reading den
Party always misused


Truer Days

As cloch na cuimhne síolraíonn an todhchaí” (“From the stone of memory the future springs forth”). Photo by Pádraig Ó Tuama

As clash naught commenced
Sorority and togetherness



Docile Does Defeat
Docile Does Defeat

Feathered wide
Apart as stride
Tipping blooms
Cautious feud
Disabled pollens
Meeting mew
Brewing nets
Callous frets collisions
Darkest reflections take


Girls as opposite digression
Meeting in the shopping mid days regret
Offering from the alcove
Two join the rivers nile

Now as understood
Please stop describing


So she
So we
Leaving a gentleman's wars
Yet his bounty as Arch
Lurking counting ount
Ount we naught blemish friendship
Needn't favors currency tarnish
A spouse yet doubt
Lingering dowry in ounce



Sanctum
OfLumox and lush
Louse and pilfered ******
Tiffs usage and spent upon
Failures smiles acrid laughter albatrosses
Black lacquers frames oft walked
Nascent snouts
Corrections endless encounter
Bedmates watering wells
Filthed cloths arrival again
Lovers brail


A World in Debt
Paved astray
Columbus roads into a pit
Socks from different angles
Yearly carols finding less rains in reason
Crowning the child's redemptions
Building another flat surface to,
Reject the beginning
Stay moving still
And curate less love
Outing all wisdom
In another's mind



Her Own Holy Ghost
Reaction
Despair
To a faithless creature
Unaware
Returning supplicant ration
Nectars remorse
In violet reduction
Her prayers read still again


I'm more popular
How I'm more popular
Than a breastplate
Under handing
A woman's told
Wild precipice as hummingbird
Canvas over ointments
Pigmenting furnaces tender death
Hold, call
Relent



Anonymous
An anonymous night alone
An ominous affair with loss
After forgetting to find
Your one true loss
The spirit won't visit your beds
You offend forgiveness
Anonymously sold away

I'm more popular
How I'm more popular
Than a breastplate
Under handing
A woman's told
Wild precipice as hummingbird
Canvas over ointments
Pigmenting furnaces tender death
Hold, call
Relent
want to
In I don't know
How I feel about this yet
Ecliptic confluence
Vector wrapping marbled me
Strings pulled
As for waves resent my distance
A populating Forrest heaves unjust
Hearing you from where I won't sing
Giving you that time

I gots scotched once
My coffee has cream and sugars
I'm ready she wants to read
This experience

Tell yourselves about an Irish Mardi gras

Thankless Taryn Manning's disposals of ink

Asiago village cheese
Pinto beans
Bagel remove asiago cheese chip
Spread the meat of pintos
Breakfast snack taste

Then reviewing Gregory Hines white nights
In softer giving
Longing to learn
Staying forever
Nothing proves the wars real



Erie, my Stolen Babel
Erie, my Stolen Babel
I write to the minds of naive
Honors of boring bathe
Less understanding than homage
Exactly exceptions students
Lackey of Britain
None request competent understanding
For my illusive quill, as Elizabethian
Mastering forms above fragile doe

Pleasing peasants groveling
Yes again I am this of betters
Swelling satisfaction
American Irish Jazz Women
Nubility afar
Daring silence
Squandered Scottish flem

Welfare is costly to my crown
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The women won't be curdled
20 years in the college
Mistress lost in Japan
How'd you get where?


Outside the in way
Do you rent me why I cry for then


When L.A longs true
Patterns of obstruction
Brass cut white notes
Daring war down stairs


Outside the in way
Do you rent me why I cry for then


Liberty Vacancy
The cabinet reflects
Against my home in tall
Another's passage
Random poise of letters
Upbringings ending caught
To waltz is to salute
Or in abandon of slavery
Liberating the massage of again
Fervor lies quietly
Loudly defining your sanity
Pitch of news
Correction refused
Pace as normal
Exit small
Restart your pole position
Trust the system is all paid in your speech
Unemployment or ******
Whos in line behind them?


Convinced this place is valuable
That suicide is only money
When laughter is

Social work splits the tab
And the rent
Its always us or them




Meeting Frenchie Twice

Winter Best
Had you grabbed
     His winter Best
  Sadly play
     Along work in time

Hadn't may gone to say
    In no time flat, near that pad
       Taking orders

  Fill me in, doll, when's the dance
       dead romance
            spin my world

    Watching news justice in the print
         Four days a month
             Where he goes
     God only knows
           While he plays
               On my nerves
        Down the hall
           Dastardly fine by signs

     Coming down
        Before my blues
    Get misused
          
      Christmas pals, to the end
           Eggs and toast, all the don'ts
      Pave my rent
          On the house
        Lives out of ink

       Please have mine

Nothing in a good name
        For now
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Chicago Meaning
Child's right
Dig deeper
Double my times
Let's re record the lunch
In pale armors defeat
We didn't meet
On the way
Up to say
Rivets weren't good
Irish dots the i's
Give it a try

Tribunes a news we can teach
Get us a job

Where ya been Irish?
Nowheres run

Horrible encouraging corporate cadets

Troubles thoughts on a boss
Crime syndicated
You done it


I left all my land in Texas to play at ya
How ya do it Los Angeles?

Oil Dames
Waining Gams
Geese Soup
New York Paint Stations


Recession
Humidity escapes
And escalates our depression, great
Outside long in a short sighted
Turn around no foundry
Apps development
In hours estates recondition
Appointment
Article
Confine dis
Logic
Dissuaded witness
Head no innocence
We the people of poverty
In atonement

Assembly Member Irwin
I declare this state insolvent

Mayor Karen, the first article?
Suppose print


Barack?
Do you think about me now?

Sub strate
My lithographed pass
Miracle on the 1:40 train
I can still
Make it to work

Very large scale integrated circuit
Ultra low fire
Very high fire capacity
As buffer
To emit
Photo


It's in the low ways
  That she's a drag
    As it's in the causeways
We shallow as raft
    Drafts happened to dolls before
Before we get bored
    Shams delicate
Corrections absurd
    Will tire endlessly
Supposing ourselves elsewhere
  In the midst of all opposites
Another pushers sted we won't hide
  Hurried eyes alert passengers
We hurried before
   Ounce I have left and ounce you have naught
        Speechless day
            Frought memory
                 Hold comfortably
                     Until a warming sound
   Another's son is boring hither



Veranda Bombs
Veranda Bombs

Read as Heading per Naval incident
"Now This!"
"Now This!"


As paragraph goes out of style
"Sue Anne the stars won't gather."

Veranda pan up too you
"Waking to a World in Peril?"
"Hopefully big things to come in our report"

Tell 'em what? Country

Special effects guys live on the trolley.
Tatas? Tatas.News?Tons.Coffee? Sugar? Happening


My brothers and I fill all branches
As peace will fill our wells
Vessels at ports
Our captains your tact
We weren't raised for better days
Yet we fill the nights with our cause
Irish American military officers assist
All locations on earth



Chicago
If You? Do Me!

They can get checked on!
Speak with it, don't press off!
Knowing trust lives around a bus
Terms this ride let's you rip off?
Irish

Window know

Threw your ears around
To come in late
Leaning eaves
Learning stairs
Because it stars
See it silver
Deliver it's me

Travis the darker my train
Dearest subway
Overt threatening arrival

Travis performance
A private visit
Off the road
Santa Barbara
Circa Jazz

Paris?

Canary yellow wings of warmth
Devastated Stencil consent to defeat
Around a body in water

Common and Kevin year 3

I'm from porcelain city too

What do you think there Prince?

I'm a private man Paris
I ask your brothers first

Empty morning hike to Westlake Village
Refried Pinto beans
Bread roll rations
Signature sparce pepperoni purchase money
Dry the hampers sound down

And noodles with barista hot base
One to go for night session


Dadda dadda dadda da
Dadda dadda dadda da
Dadda dadda dadda da
Dadda dadda dadda da

I believe your music sheets of blues
Lays flat there
Peels of description fine tone the length
Of a rehearsal
Lengthy finish is a good target print
In repetition

After experimentation on another

The contrast is then



Buy
To why I'm concerned
Take notes off your, mourn
Raise under, raise beneath me

It all comes, apart, inside of homes
            But why you'll let me
Bring free to say these
  Times aren't for you
Sacrificed hearts won't conclude
   Taken from me
Honestly I can't see
   Who's arts on these notes
Buildings from being gone inside wars

Can it be written wrong
   A gentle days tolling the straws
Man and I don't come back
    The cost of having homes
Ready in time to mourn




As a better bet on that parkway,
Mystery Linda Diaz had to, Stop crying for it
Loves been had in a bankers roll doll
Give us some danced up, on blues
Enter a rhythm outside of the castles crimes
Hiding us for ten lost years!

Taryn, your up tonight at 4 p.m.

The session stand don't know about
Obstinate fellas, waffles in ten
I'd rather I didn't, yet, you called



Country Sue Anne 3 minds of roll, ink out the door and a rolledex in ear lobes!

Says the press powers, We Collapsed in Brass!

That's Miley's entrance, bye bye folks







Don't, Wild blue child
Speak of how me now, again
Window, no

Around the case stairs
Now you winde up Brewster New York Cats

A Jack A Black A Parlour A Piano

Mr and Mrs Constance the Gardner

Hat Tapping

Tara Gendron

Kevin Mathenia

Holiday!


Window! No?
Under Pressure
A Ballerina Talls The Fiction As Dawning

Till Christmas Pass Designs Nighttime Blank
Lose Me Fare
Mark Me Often
Take Me


Turn About
“My Life As A Coatrack”

I Own No City, Hear
Shed Another Seasons Remorse
It’ll Never Work Out In Time




Some Like It Hot?
Don't, Wild blue child
Speak of how me now, again
Window, no

Around the case stairs
Now you winde up Brewster New York Cats

A Jack A Black A Parlour A Piano

Mr and Mrs Constance the Gardner

Hat Tapping

Tara Gendron

Kevin Mathenia

Holiday!


Window! No?
Under Pressure
A Ballerina Talls The Fiction As Dawning

Till Christmas Pass Designs Nighttime Blank
Lose Me Fare
Mark Me Often
Take Me


Turn About
“My Life As A Coatrack”

I Own No City, Hear
Shed Another Seasons Remorse
It’ll Never Work Out In Time

As a better bet on that parkway,
Mystery Linda Diaz had to, Stop crying for it
Loves been had in a bankers roll doll
Give us some danced up, on blues
Enter a rhythm outside of the castles crimes
Hiding us for ten lost years!



The session stand don't know about
Obstinate fellas, waffles in ten
I'd rather I didn't, yet, you called



Country Sue Anne 3 minds of roll, ink out the door and a rolledex in ear lobes!

Says the press powers, We Collapsed in Brass!



Saints in Passing Falls
I hurt inside of nights
Mares of Ireland long in Gallow
Gentle settlements of the north burn
Frightful hauntings and return
Return not in sorrowful bade
Halted rising dress on patches dews
Blind feet scamper in cautious glee


Austere delight joining greys silver taunt


And wild streets in liquored brilliance
Convey omens hiding storms
Yet her simple smiles pleasure died
I've not returned by the doors


In the city I was born
Beside heavenly alters free
Terribled loud crowding walks high
My shortcuts beneath the gated baldlands
Underhanded stars of crimes
Mine only the letters
Kind and devout
Oh many devout promises of doom
Yet young Irish boy do fearful
Cannot travel with me near
His calligraphy scenes foreign in listing
Painful trust her laughter resents


Gentle Italy when will our tram return
I've gone from your meaningless words Irish boy
No such objects return to me


In my early days of county mayo we walked to the sod


The General Meets His recreation
In letters
His arrival, invisible
His presence, omnipotent
His courtesy I halt
In forms of thoughts collected
His regrets are peaceful


Irish


His superior officer
A poet from the Republic

Josey Boy loses the Broadcasting Run
Less of more in your bravado Josey


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Jazz Composition
Common Verses Free
French Free Form Overature Jazz
5th 3rd overature
Circles.      2 twice trumpet
Haunting 3rd brass instruction
From further below
     Than rise

Chirps measure

Blackbird is the altered blues draw


Birds chirp in a paired 3 verses 3 top measure of 2 in line
Over 3 verses 3 verses 3
Bottom measure of 3 in line circling waters break in flight

3d's in a separated pair
Second pair drifts in to flight
Bottom row
3 b's lilting right lift
3 p's
Inverted taking notes
Hanging for eyes dear last measure
Forty five angled plight swoons seating oft

Canary yellow wings of warmth oil a canvas

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Our duality interprets laws blindly oblivious to news of ledges another has climbed?

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