Sunday, May 25, 2014

Salmon Run Up Stream

The sun does black the moon,


Dark Lord Knight does sing the Doom,
in writes pass only felt,
repeats our history simple speaks.

Sing the flight to plain in Views,
ice bergs melting stilts are seats,
trembling gets to broads of Neats,
is the Red in Setting tune?

Whistle played in open breeze,
lyrics talk of acts of dread,
shows to leading only stead,
a deck of reason can't be Ked.

Radical games to open fled,
hip, hop, Scots fought the sped,
kilns are ovens baking shed,
worry frets this grind of bled.

Their is looming on shoulders lead,
releasing Times for only bread?,
is wisdom so difficult to accept,
as Nature does her rearing tread.

People follow to retreat,
not to put more lives in fleet,
sheering ewes to gambling please,
life yelps spree to jump the freeze.

Key locks door with propping Score,
I say hinges move both ways,
thresholds build to gather claves,
make aware that arc of ray.

Bursting hymns to glorify trims,
how many must be taken by god forsaken,
translations shout to empty sprouts,
you can be the better stout.

No Pots Needed the Body doubts,
hold a hand it makes this land,
in the 'I's' the well is read,
heeling rides to stay astride.

Maple Trees so used for Sap,
the syrup is a yummy tap,
properly done it's a lung,
filling bottles for the spread,
not to eat but flavor bread.

Discouragement may fill your day,
times are slow to change their ways,
chaliced fills with porching stills,
the robes do hang to lend the hosed,
a tassel on the incensed rose.

I like real jeans and clothes,
creates an atmosphere to speak the bows,
spears that jab to shake the dead,
could we not be kinder said.

Is it spoken in reversed,
do the Times of Sentry pursed,
grow to delve the question hearst,
bones of old's carry birds.

Text is guide to temperature high,
who does care if it's the spry,
right now exact to filling pie,
children taken in back door raping,
can't you here it's more than clear.

Nautical shipping lanes to skeet,
buckshot loaded to aim at speech,
no matter what remember self,
you are the worth of all this kelt.



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