Maybe

I think you made it half way! 

Keep at it because I'm selfish...

It's time this prince falls into branches.

He fights with fasting, and is fast at fighting.  Eat the labor of your fruit. 

It is well earned! ;)

sneaky

oh you little
how can
again with the place you find that
run out  of
as in no more
cause of usage to be ending
how to eat the right amount
wood chips at the smallest point
that is wood at its smallest point
and then chips also at smallest point

to be placed as food source for my tomatoes.
and to be placed as problems for my dearest


smallest point in time filters into every hour
and open wounds go from red to white
I blinked
but the rewrite get sleepy because the stakes are over done and dry
I only wanted pizza any way.
"No, not the Romans again!"

nope, not them...

Back talk...

Lets get this strait,

I'm hiding from you.

Always have been.

Because I am scared of what will pain be?

Trickles run down into the classes

Drums compete for attention 

                                             Put pockets with another's belongings on my panels.

A floating sentence

A floating entrance. 

And the cheerleaders take from salt.

Home work undone and weight over placed

Sharp and dull all at the same period

There are a myriad of other things to do at this moment...

And I cool with poison water trickle sounds and a confusing bridge between these images all at once and separately.  

Ill leave that to Dimitri to sort.

And the wings

The wings are falling ...

Out of case?

No stick to curve.

Run smooth on things to say out loud.

Beat a path to he door mat

My steady falters.

Steps numbering in the ones!

The weight of which drags the common speech far out of range.

I menu this stringy tension.  Feast on the transition 

From nothing into nothing with strength!

My legs they are breaking and every step is like I am floating hire.

I do not know how I am standing if not form above.  

Every night  the crumple rushes the inner ear.

Brain waves war with each other

But bottom out in the break of day.

This sixth is advantageous the next less so, but I'd wager. 

And that's the up shot.  The always running joke. The marathon killer...913.5 and rolling.

Don't cry form me mathematician...the truth is ill never quite know which way is in.  

face

there was a shift in my face and I can not tell why and or from where.

pictures move in a rounding pattern

I'm not here to be a thorn

19 and 99 reminded the violin of another time

maybe we can draw smiles from the paint of raspberry finger tips.

pulled with uncontrolled joy and ankle pulsing with maybes

I'll swing toward the place of collapse in laughter!

one week away from a dinner date

two from a side step, then onward and upward!

selfish me

You broke this again!
yes I am outside and with a small window
but you, you are in the room!
why are you slamming doors?
Why let doors be slammed?
my feet rush make trips
and face palm or face plant
           (either works for my end purposes)

but you
and those that think around you
I shall endeavor that the unsaid be brought to surface.
so you can unroot from this flower pot,
but you must see that all the soil around is good...
pick one in the staying sense
we can not take much more or the other....

Hunger

For fresh gravel underfoot.

New pattern, pounding out niche like highways. Arteries slugging away at the future. Hat store walls up.  Kids place grows and we see it all adds up to a fiery red. 

Only minutes to go and doors are locked in an open possession...

rarity

this

in truth I sometimes feel this will happen...
that I spend so much time dancing with the dream and when it becomes real I will be blind to it.

But this video does not make me sad, please don't get this wrong.  Don't pity my place or time.  I am right where I need to be.  This is actually encouraging because I know I will not be like this man.

I love dancing
and I may pause in shock,
but I will find the beat.

I will continue to dance.

;-)

Picnic

Well done and fed up!  That is to say, fed well.  Tour groups chowing through the bits, trying to make it far enough.  Trying to make up for lost time...thousands of years. A patch was placed and it looks like the joy will round out!  We are trying to make up and we are getting closer.  They are getting closer.

Base

With rhythmic shift, the inward parts come to the call.

Late in hour and over in time, I plug forward.  The mistakes cause such joy!

Even in my lowest peaks, it's no valley. 

Sweater clad we cling to the idea that the sun has warmth.  

It shall rise when the timing is right a d while it would work faster to sleep it off, as I said, I'm plugging.  

Taking off my watch I land in a land of fairy tails.  

I don't wear a watch.

And I'm glad from it!

Tv

Unexpected joy, when I was watching aTV show called TOUCH.  Many parts of the show take place all over the world.  Iraq was one of those places in the first few episodes.  So it was no surprise in a later episode to see an Arab girl in the opening scenes.  What did shock me was later on when she began to speak and my understanding of what she said matched the translation on the bottom of the screen. 

She was Palestinian. 

She was speaking Hebrew.

I understood it.

Tiny bit

Round and hitting 

The time runs out into the best find!

gap time

drop move
hitting walls in a way that can't be seen.
falling under and behind


rumbles from the nearby unknown
days away from muddy waters
and I plan out the clouding
there is a current...so the sweeping...

dry faced and ready on a forty count
'cause the cows always come home
at their own pace.

Wow

The turn is heavy and weighty.
I feel like it is time to pint up!
What joy at the running of the Bens!
Cat around the corner and with me is a nest

Or is that a yes that I am the boss of
Parts fall away and this is good to melt into. Prune the pre fruit. It increase the end harvest of the future.

rewind

I'm crushing
                      the blues.
of the sequence granted, I'd make lines and I think that
Lines can cut at our souls

I want to uncast bits
but past the moments of folly i see
the banjo drives and lilting beauty lurks

we swipe off the plate to make all anew.

It is clean under my soap soaked nails.
it is nailed under my soaked clean soap.

timing is all but wrapped and I send an sms
(because this txt thing was another life)
the returns are as expected
and the smiles are also as expected
the coming away is always

yet not always happy...

Round 2

Outros and outfox the place we see
Fling that yellow into blue
I need that orange
Warm turns cool quickly but in this weather we see it sticks unconditionally.
R maybe even with purpose!
Check the surface of what was just done


Taffy kills
;)