There no more palms in prison
Hip the cold
last past
partition or partisan
The impossible walk
Tough
Together winning is the monument or movement
Or the empty garden
Still the study remains the same
Television 87 years of signal
Waves wont stop
Drop
Infinity the only clock to watch
Wrist snapped of confession-wilderbeast, sloppy kill ahab
Asleep my captain
Sink
terrible it seems the empty hotel.
Omit the first omit
Lost salvation is salvation
Nothing.
The time before and after you think.
Anyones story never equals the same.
Playground of empty shoes.
See saw turned against
You
independent
The pasture of forget
Every one wants to work
Some have the tools
Ground can make due with out
We are solid or solo or h2o
Wondering eyes of the moment
Never under our control
20 foot of water
Its just higher ground
That path more traveled or
Less
Every one wishes they can walk.
To nowhere hailed judge
No council at hand
The styno still writes
“There is no more late, the sun waits for who.
It has no big words or explain why it burst.”
Life
Just one more breath
a petty excuse for:
1. Cliche
2. Usurp me
3. And Whitman
4. All the other little words.
We all need air big period.
Beat big period. air
Small beginning one spark then us
52million years of nothing to complain.
Every one is at hand now
The tap water is free
Piddle the puddle
poor prisoner