Thursday, November 24, 2016
“The greatest tragedy of the family is the unlived lives of the parents.” ― C.G. Jung
10/31/2016 at 1:35 PM
Shed tools is an arm on the tomb in grave shale,
to talk speak at written in stone,
crease that hemming to curl upon the pawn again,
should the memorization go to the board it is a branch,
the brain in mind to connect the birth to the shin.
Shall the chorus say lyrics to verse,
it is the chapter tour of what is wares on the human loan,
in the few of forest mankind has some,
it is a relief to me in these times of multiplication,
for the ships have anchor to channel only a canal on the pricing.
Shirts grain to oyster at the sand minuet of no salt,
a peppering wave is the breeze on any day lit hour,
each aspect of work is corn to oats of fare row??
Neet the Glacier,
on explanation form to the slides of systematic timing on how it's a shrug,
tack saddle of Humanity.
Package off a sphere to shepherds and cent,
direct talk does not counter to what is energy field,
dark hour with the pitch of the black nights even odd's a whale??,
it is the grace of nature on her fashion of fact,
grateful for the posture.
Sinking anchors with nautical timing as a Shape of Glassed,
picture the imagination on a North by south venue,
as Hell is the destination so is Speak by path!!