Tuesday, November 10, 2015

What Is A Walk But The Dancing Wave On The Shores Of Shock??



At the Scene deck land burrowed to Waltz on the Mind in application,
the ask of being a second to the day my face drained from fear,
was this life on the Same or did the exacts silently wave.

People shouting that what is a stick,
to the egg on the fry and a Hammock for quit,
is the brain a plate to license the drain of study,
does the hand that is show find that lights are dimmers to start or is the World just a Deer round.

To grasp the Mortal or to fell the hope that Thought is of clear,
deep the Well of skating Times on the age in such trough of smalls on this Earth of tears that I experienced near,
as the blocks said in the song of a gentle smile I found a piece to riddle the puzzle a long.

Writing the Scene to what was a Tee 'V',
is it the Number of Address or the Movie or will it Word to okay,
each simple play is the music that finds direction counts to the lead,
for on my trail life grounded the pound with hooves,
Horses rode me to Freedom as each known the saddle was their Fear.

Yet in the show to Clear the Mechanism I chose the Avenue to map this Prose,
in rise to the diction touch that easy breath on stare,
for in the Hell of reason this being understood it was the Comprehension of every other slain,
to speak with can Door to bark at the ruff,
attentive listen gave Thunder no day for it was the Crews that was drowning the love with listed,
the choice to stitch of a sew, that Thread, the Charlotte's Web on the Go,
it was a Monopoly by goat,
these are the daisy blooming change,
not making that chain a terminal station to quit the show.

The Men say Society as the skits brave a chance to be of a short,
youth in the Space of touch braking sad to See the open fight,
it is that traffic that stretched to Dawn,
a stomach on the grown putting place to hug a steer,
the forest is Tall and the grip to the think was lost on the spot,
My Mother demonstrated to my life a delivery,
from Coffee Shops to The Tenderloin stop,
the learn was Tribal in the sound of The drumming,
but what skilled the rounds was the ability to be,
calm in a storm that the Willow left a deed And not the Death of a so^shell squall.

Natures growth is the stream on a Rivers tongue,
that brook or Mountain that Once Upon A Story said I scan, 
the View of valley's harbor was the cave,
this is the bridge that connects the language to Rock,
as it is in the foundation of a standing that Creation booked,
but what of the grubs??

Do worms not speak to a caterpillar on the banana slugs trace,
is the bird not an eagle to a breeze,
a Vulture is the Cleaner and that is the Voice of a reed,
for on the reality of patience the compass graded the school as a station of pain`d,
the wisdom of witness gave a small the leaves on an ought tum please,
and at that as a paragraph to this blog of a theme,
the fact that nobody has come after Asking like SAT.,
is drawing a picture that makes Elephants sung.

Just know that these Asks are writers of the futures in now,
is the worth a Movie or the dollar on plow,
does the Cruise Liner ship to Put freight with a toe,
or is it all left to the cause and The Crow.

So, is it the EST of is^um to jack Tar hoe Tell,
or the handles of what soap said is to rate,
or is it the millions of dollars that schools Boots till you grow??,
or is it the truth that the Human touch is left to the Leaves,
is the season on theater that Jams than acts dumb??,
did the song speak CD to sentence the sung??,
the edge of the cliff Note is really trying to be,
of the base instruction that shored me a deed,
My Mother would Teach everyday on the such,
onward forward goes Our march as the lane does photograph the starts,
just to have a leaf that is more than just dust.

A^Gain would be the ease of a Bing,
but that is looking like the Avenue punning,
yet on the belief that an Email did reach,
I weigh the Map on the Bridge that builds back,
it is the time on the Watch of a tight inn,
the flows of the light is the day of shades sight,
as the truth is to show as the wait is of core,
what is the Anchor that brings the bell Sole??


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