you find this all over
the grounds wet ,with a sham of greenish mold
some what slippery rally,
watcher as the sun moves around
over the land that men will die for ,
yet it dose not bleed ,
that sun looks so Bright. as it glows ,i so love the new day
before we fill it ,
so many times its flit the same
day to day after day it wont change , its filled with pity and greed with sad Nessi and sorrow there long lost friends
its fun to dance . to let yourself go and unwind into the sounds . its a true freedom catch words
should i start using them to get more hits
seeing I'm getting no hits now it might help to do it
so there i was . fainting and thought , not good
to ride it out and not keep itself going . death i suppose
mother is a good person .I'm pleased to be her son .
I love my Mum
facts are good to live by
if there close to being correct and there i was again will it matter
there plants i grew
when i get to help the world i try my best to do a good job for people
to my best ,Bhla bla
why is that so hard for humans to do . power is a gift not a right
and time over time i see good things be fucked over by bad peopl to make them seam bad , but they arnt bad . they never were ,it was always the humans that made them seam bad
time and time again it happens time and time again it will go on , time after time it just stands there , with arms folded ,
time after time just looks on, it just stairs?stears tears to cry for the lost gift that a loved one gave ,
so freely it was given it made it all the more lovely , sun in the fall.
warm sand between your toes
rain on new beach
cut grass on the lawn
as the water or the hot road as it steams away , ,for me it was a stale-Bar -room
it was a dark dank hall with a creapie feeling
it sung to my nostrialor hot road ,
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