Man’s dreams, current streams, flowing rims, gushing through. Flowers lay in fields, roses baren thorns, widows crying home, when destinies collide. Guns appear in arms, rattling in the night, poison leaving sounds, snakes are sliding glue. Lovers span the sky, … Continue reading →

Ringing poets throught the storm, is there a pigeon rightly grown? Blabbing, throbbing, flaffling, trone, will you commit yourself to norm? The form is but a content’s truce, allowing fulls and kings the rule, the middle average fights abuse, of … Continue reading →

Empty walls of happiness, bring me all the clout, find me raven’s cloud, bring me peace from the above. Rainbow children listen deep, riding unisonly on them sons, sons of goats of lively shame, unicorns do lough in dreams. Heaven … Continue reading →

Spin spin spin, spin it round, spin it round ‘n round! Whirl it swirl, girlish hurl, whirl you furl. Jag jag jag, rhymin’ swag, huggin’ shaq. Roll it roll, fold un fold, strolling bowl. Top it top, Topping flop, flippin’ … Continue reading →

You are my star, you are my sun, my moon, my dream, my prayer’s heart. Your Earth is here, where home to live is ours to choose, a wondrous lear. Oh one, just one, you are for real, for sinners’ … Continue reading →

They rise. They fall. They shine. They glow. We trick. We kick. We lick. We stick. Hand jerks. Mouth sucks. Dick fucks. Ass farts. One dies. Two kill. Three drown. Four burn. And flowers. Or butterflies. With stars. On grass. … Continue reading →

Hey, trip ahoy, ahoy, work must be done, done, done, done, dong, brain does things wrong. What lays in ya’ soul, bowl, bowl, bowl, stroll, what scares all the hopes, ropes, ropes, ropes. Bang rush party base, wipe smiles fro’ … Continue reading →

Uploaded to stations, the stations of love, your soul is enticing, enticing with glow. You see there is heaven, you know there is hell, abiding your nuisance, avoding trash, swell. What I seek is a moment, you want to keep … Continue reading →

Urge to smirdge above the merge? Grow moustache behold the rush. Yo Canada, yo raw, to ski the oil above you’ soil. Cheer chicken straw bruise brunswick fowl. Gallen gallen ‘ hold, your heart begeth a mold. Sold. Gold. Fold. … Continue reading →