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P-town, Down Town,  Pen Up, Palm out Not Alms Alms Alms for the poor But God-damn I want to shout so that you'll take  account of the God-forsaken state of a wreck I'm in. Pretty Shoes, they go click clack on the warm red brick of a hollow bowl, a skater's dream, It's the city holding court for us to preen.  Deficient in funds, please fill my cup, a figurative cup,  With coins, coins, coins, conscientious coins that see, me  and say with a metal cling, "In Go...

Splendid and cocky The hands and words that tear ya apart And keeps you like glue— A rhyme without meaning to. It’s funny what life shapes for you And how shaped by life you are; Not to be exclusive; I am included in that you. Are we along with the rhyme that climbs inside, clings to and drives? I used to be, but now take the reigns God damn you, I’m new. To knowing. Knowing to drive, not just how, To shape and be shaped un-passively, Am I good, are you? Who says and is it true? Free flowing ...

Circle of light upon the page, peaking sunshine through the age, illuminates for mind and eye What we did, but did not say. The setting sun leaves daytime life in black silks of a guarded wife. Waning moon castes on wrinkled ashen sea, a narrow path that eye did see. A narrow path from eye to mind went image of casted light to be Stored in lines of wrinkled ashy mass where images shift in form As they’re filtered through memories, thoughts and heart. To the hand, it went Through tubes of bloo...

Splendidly, Cocky Absurd, but true Tear ya apart Stuck to it like glue (I rhymed without meaning to) It’s funny what life shapes for you Or rather how shaped by life you are; Not to sound exclusive, but I am included in that you Are we along for the ride? I used to be, but now take the reigns Excuse me, I’m new To knowing Knowing to drive, not just how, To shape and be shaped un-passively Am I good, are you? Who says and is it true? Free flowing worlds or structured rhymes Raw talent or pract...

The moon pulls strong the blue, blue swells and the green, green hills to gaze and intertwine constantly, consistently together. Sapphire blue, passionately gleams and emerald green distinguishly beams, as grey jagged palms meet icy rolling fingers. Soft, crisp beds support sturdy mountains and trees, Keeps deep roots and plants many seeds. Blue swinging swells supports seeking souls, Seeps through holes and cools tired feet. Happy suns sing while green feathers grow, blue drops sparkle and ...