Some are old

Well, all are old. Some may have not been posted (maybe though)

to the stump:
crawl out of yr roots / seep yr maple in my eyes / teach me green envy

to my buffalo:
where do yr souls roam / when wilder beast known as men / skinned yr hides for fun?


childhood:
damn the lies they told! / colour me in fairytales / ...gimme back my dreams

the skyline:
fuck you picasso / with yr blue phase you jaded / pink sunflower skies

skyline take 2:
a tramp on the run / blue reflects in her stale eyes / of whats yet to come

skyline take 3:
sea shore brings bottles / from long distance lost lovers / with paper thin notes

to a muse:
you told your disease / not faith in chaos she said / real eyez YR brilliant !

valleys & wind please
yes, thats whats to come of me
soon enough i'm free

cauliflower land
hiccuped through the valley
sway on, green envy

you bring the bullshit
i bring random hissy fits
lets create some hits !

don't play hide and seek
she echoed to the rambler
your my muse . . . really !


little girl echoes words:
1 more story of the west
then we get some rest

lemon breath you reek
of a bitter boy syndrome
you need sugar canes.

lemon aid takes two
parts sugar, one part lemon
care to join the mix?

i would have not went
if it wasnt for these writes
so thank you, goodnight

marriage is frugal:
we'll forget all the good parts
and become such bores

of westward daydreams,
i'm not sturdy like tree trunks
. . .my mind drifts likes leaves

green meadow hop along
perhaps rewind to sad songs
now that you are gone

my twilight reader
true, the stars move yr calm soul
i cant be yr vamp.

frigid cold wind breeze
sand in toes, you sing to me
the song of the sea

so i'll move out west
and perhaps be a poor bore
at least theres no chores !

oh, boo forever
i'm always star gazing now
lost in translation?