The trees
UneasyIn the next instant, everything was normal again. The father leaned into his daughters ear and whispered, "The trees have a justice all their own." My brother woke me up.
hollow yourslef an earforeign flowers fancy forward faces tomarrows not your only day sleep today yourself turtledove yourself she says wont be advancedhollow yourslef an ear
whereforth come the moon someone yells out with delight as wail-out squelling lovers screech in the night
hollow yourself an ear , my dear, hollow yourself an ear ramblings of the sane man clothed ears cannot hear
What do I do about it?darkly consistant spinning wheelsWhat do I do about it?
of silent despair cloud the illusion of a new day.
E, D#, E, D#, E, D#, E rufuses to volentarily fall into the melodious refain I try helplessly frantic to
forge if not discover or maybe just stumble upon by following shadows about.
Hapless joy breaks too occassionally
between the endless cycle
night tunnels leading nowhere that aint a carrot-stick length away from this tired old bag-of-bones lazy mule desparately in need of
a fine mare to bag or bone.
Whether written words, sp
To the rythme of MorningA Single drop of rain water released from the blue blue sky from one green pedal of one textured leaf belonging to the twig, branch, limb, trunk, tree, root network dug into the ground break in the pavementTo the rythme of Morning
fall 9.8 all the way down and lands on one green pedal of one textured leaf of that tree reflected in a pool of clean clear still water in the parking lot
A Kinda Jazz BalladLong look out on A desolate landscape To see vanity Insanity Hate Greed Ambition Wannabe More than I am Or should be Or have to beA Kinda Jazz Ballad
But not
Be all you can be Fools that put Bullets in fools
That got in the way Their way Not my way Humanity
Bursts from the
Cruelty into Insanity
So I set out to go Wonder past my backyard Past what’s safe and explored Past what my insurance will Cover the whole globe And beyond the expectations And social norms And ambitions
we're on our way
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"The face of the water, in time, became a wonderful book - a book that was a dead language to the uneducated passenger, but which told its mind to me without reserve, delivering its most cherished secrets as clearly as if it uttered them with a voice." MT
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