If you have to know you simply ask, the world will turn your mind sure blast, alas alas, the betty bop, i linger onward, to find a mouse, a tea pot dances only as long, as the feather duster sings the song, a homililee of jonny chin, he woke a night, in love and wind. Perhaps you know, just why we see, i dont wish to play today, the game on which you know 't thire, Wrong? Yellow spots, are spotty, spoting dreaming yellows from the highest ground, there 't be not a soul to need, sept' dreams and dreams and fields of ye.
iii
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Haley
I grit my teeth and it worked i tried and my quirk was undone and alas my love was up with and andy the end.
Its okay to go back so long as its up, its ok too fall down as long as your standing back up...look at my life, look in the mirror you fool. sick to your stomach from the image in front it, causes a hemmorage in my heart, i bleed and steal from the blood i wish to drink my l ife, its all i know for the same....Lord sees me and spites my soul, i'm sure hes here now despite my roll, i have the feeling as if i'm higher, although my bones defile my aire, dear sire, plz forgive the forgetfullness of my pest the wicked witch i feel in love with on the west, oh and of course, the death whom i take next.
III
Its okay to go back so long as its up, its ok too fall down as long as your standing back up...look at my life, look in the mirror you fool. sick to your stomach from the image in front it, causes a hemmorage in my heart, i bleed and steal from the blood i wish to drink my l ife, its all i know for the same....Lord sees me and spites my soul, i'm sure hes here now despite my roll, i have the feeling as if i'm higher, although my bones defile my aire, dear sire, plz forgive the forgetfullness of my pest the wicked witch i feel in love with on the west, oh and of course, the death whom i take next.
III
Mid-morning sunbathe
Dear sis, thewhite king, his blessing wrong, i long for eddie boy and his love inside his heart...dear sis, i've found a funny thing, a lilly dream, a boy named me, and his face like eye.
Dear brother, i feel your pain there are no holidays, all the pieces fit anew, into a blue, most strangely fitted day.
Dearest sister, i know you hear my noise, yet these men who claim me are no more than simple toys.
Dear brother its quite alright, to live in fear, and loves delight, there is much fright, yet tis the night, the nature of spooks, of me and you.
Dearest sister, i feel for you, wihtout your words my mind would blew.
Oh dearest brother, that was me last night, you gave me kisses i gave you sighs.
Dear sweet sister, i let you down, i'm sorry my friend, i'll come for you , again and again, alas one time, i hope is right, i will save your soul...and live with it right.
III+++123
Dear brother, i feel your pain there are no holidays, all the pieces fit anew, into a blue, most strangely fitted day.
Dearest sister, i know you hear my noise, yet these men who claim me are no more than simple toys.
Dear brother its quite alright, to live in fear, and loves delight, there is much fright, yet tis the night, the nature of spooks, of me and you.
Dearest sister, i feel for you, wihtout your words my mind would blew.
Oh dearest brother, that was me last night, you gave me kisses i gave you sighs.
Dear sweet sister, i let you down, i'm sorry my friend, i'll come for you , again and again, alas one time, i hope is right, i will save your soul...and live with it right.
III+++123
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Monacle
I present this obelisk, to you my dearest Beatrice.
For reasons of the ancient magi, this stone is quite the queerest.
It's said in hours of the lich, it speaks as well as quivers.
And if you were to pass it by, the icons would stand hither.
Oh dearest sister of my life please take this stone from me.
I know from I was baptized into the endless dream.
Oh Beatrice you musn't stare, into the eye utop the flare.
For if you do you mind would see, machines caught in biology.
Destroy it fast or protect the sighs, for this is where the devil lies.
And dearie dearie the pretense errie I must convey a social query.
If you keep this thing of pain, this lashing error fixed for slain,
You may encounter the King of Kings, his name is Christ, he is all things.
III
For reasons of the ancient magi, this stone is quite the queerest.
It's said in hours of the lich, it speaks as well as quivers.
And if you were to pass it by, the icons would stand hither.
Oh dearest sister of my life please take this stone from me.
I know from I was baptized into the endless dream.
Oh Beatrice you musn't stare, into the eye utop the flare.
For if you do you mind would see, machines caught in biology.
Destroy it fast or protect the sighs, for this is where the devil lies.
And dearie dearie the pretense errie I must convey a social query.
If you keep this thing of pain, this lashing error fixed for slain,
You may encounter the King of Kings, his name is Christ, he is all things.
III
Drunk Monk
Eli oh Eli saint of the skies, endless is the way of life,
ending ought the lie.
Spoken of a cherry tree tought above the hills,
A whitch house harbors nightly screams,
as well as deathly chills.
***
ending ought the lie.
Spoken of a cherry tree tought above the hills,
A whitch house harbors nightly screams,
as well as deathly chills.
***
No Hatter
"No madness here" said the hatter to the hare,
"How true for you" said the mouse to the shoe.
"I'm late" said the rabbit who passed on some tea,
"Your mad!" cried poor Alice as she walked on by me.
@#^$III$^#@
"How true for you" said the mouse to the shoe.
"I'm late" said the rabbit who passed on some tea,
"Your mad!" cried poor Alice as she walked on by me.
@#^$III$^#@
Monday, January 18, 2010
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