Snow thinks it's sound
go on and fill the woods with me,
spread me evenly. My harness is burdensome
Without it though, I no longer see for miles
I fall into the darkest sleep dreaming of nuclear flakes
that take my vitality.

His mistake is the village, the burning frame of the farmhouse.
The harness drowned in the bones of the old horse.
I drank it all too easily.
Little years go by and back to the woods where I am evened
up by miles. Spread thin...

The darkest sleep dreaming still even though I am not here. triple helix and extra isotopes taint the touch.

Stop this and know how deep it goes.
The little bell that lays on the ground,
it tolls. He is his.
Snow thinks it's sound. It's, its.

How deep before we watch?
How many fathoms before I dream?
Before I disappear?

Only the shake of the bell
will keep it's promise.

Live Into The Dreams

We are forsaken souls standing
front to back mirrored autonomic unethical
askance due our survival yet tasting our deaths
Humanity dear and precious
yet too soldering
hacking waste of life climbing vines of sinicism...
Godly freedom is not a parallel to our own
its the world we built/ it did deform
Caskets alive opening and closing with the wind
What spirits lay inside/ if a young catholic girl finds,
only sardonic vesseled fiery Gin

It spills the night ultrasulphonic descent
waters
waterfalls from a Heaven's restrain
uncleansed
bodies and dreams all set to pretend
Decisive dreams on hold till depression
When you stare sapphire green to black
startling lights fleeing homes and countries stitch
the ominous love of the clods and clovers of the 6 leaf black
Now! I am alone and the irony melts away now inside forever
I am able to sell the dream that we now know is betrayed
we are Belial

Inside of a woman
A man defines himself
Against her absence
In hatred of need
The filling of life at war
On ground
Resembles her calls back
Her tinsel
His film wearing
Hurt eyesight
Needfully pain is spent
This before you and it
She wandered in alone
As lost
As paperworked
Your birth wrong
Her becoming his song
The begin of a castle
The letting borrowed hates goodbyes

The one wrongs a wordless mouth
The war retreats further inside of his salting

How are the vines rot?

This **** Kendall
It's our unfinished prose
American pride vs prosaic generation
Beatniks dive
To win the filth from mom and dad people
The before you there was me money babies

Eternal slides in hands borrowed
In a flash your stilled wrong
Being bought out early
Gives good taste away
Tap jazz isn't expression or experimental
It beats gospel
Pizaz in ink

I got it all on em
What's new challenge

Great sinicism and absurdist clean house in deep purple
Mind bruising with you all day kid you gotta warm up routine we can see or your stealing
Lights again

O.k. rough acts jeesh
Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin gota any news yet
Still enjoying looking

Harlem renaissance is about journalism type controls
Langston Hughes owns the times
We don't get beat

Basillica girls gave me small feet
Raised my railroad birthcakes
Built in taps

I'm no choir?

The challenge scene is dedicated to great article writers of the publication of justice

The honest song reads in keys
Unlock our books
No wonder they sold us today early

Now I didn't make no living out of you
I don't hurt the souls too much walking it around
I entertained the thoughts of use me

Creatively g rated audience one more time for that record Mr politician

My step dad was a jazz farm boy
The molecules of the molegation Kevin

Housing urban development is a federal housing law
Not an affordable derivatives market

That's reliant people monies.

John Lewis is a foundation of tenant laws

His hands reach me here in my congresswoman's office now and again
Those is mighty dreamy slippers to fall into
But those aren't your writes yet