take on me sides
strides that i even-ed out
didnt ask for

so socules circulumate
mere meditiranian trains
and passages

mesh lashes flatter the free birds of the sky
sign my noname on the line
and the new name becomes
nothing but bandaged rhymes

ill go to africa
traffic the desert with my earth
treasure the sky sign so clear
with the waters
of all my brothers and sisters'
forgiven fears

ill go east before the rest of west
catches up the caution

ill fly high before the down softenes
unsecured land
before fire roars in fawns

tails and beautymarks
skinsized lifelights
and beams in each corner
of the earth

im burrie din his highness
happy lines of licefree
maze

roses and bushes
violets and soaps
lavender
tipping toes

tainted traveler made out whole
on an island maid
founded on her sand
her name
her rocks
her ocean

bounded like ribbons to her soul

sunwise
seamstress
sown profession of none
noon is done
by twelve and up
sunshine
lingers on

sonnen tag take action for the sabbath
means leaving the reaction
on your floors
and listen
to lords
wisdome

i sometimes wonder where all these words
wandered before
they laid on my tounge
made their bed along
my fingers

i listen to a song between tree stomps
long john silver had one
that's when i was known
to the seven seas forby
to be
carried upon

ships and ankars ohoj
damn less i give to the ank
and all these ancient plojs
i see how used affection for toys
became rooster fight
rise cock up high
and still stands
in spite
of

bomb attacks on green fields
ball interest
better be watching them
rolling in
on
football plans instead

for them who lay down later
are the same who
made their own bed

and them who glares silently at the hater
are the same who
loud curses cater

oh so
for them who dont know
better or more
these uneducated souls
told nothing but by them own hearts

starts to sound familiar?
begins to feel sure?

time for changing
to avoid loaders

motors instead of oars

paddles on your back

tied wings to the winerack

squeeze the least out of the rest
the better out of your best

are you feeling me sounds?
as non fulfilling as nows
sometimes can be

like the flowers in the vase
glittering like the stars
splittering into supernovas
novelties at war

the picked one is without root
and only by dirt returned
thy kingdom come

stray sand along the wind
my ahses shall belief
as in heaven
as on earth

for she's got
artless art
written all over

hers.