Above, great and humble, soft and stable. What you think is funny is killing me. You gotta think, without the trees we wouldn’t be but a dream.
The oppressed wise man goes mad if he forgets all that he has ( is here and now ).
And, with all these possibilities, I still know you will find me. I can feel still, the way they try to stop us.
When the new breeze blows in, it blows to rock the sea. A lion, the moon and stars shine in a way that everyone now sees.
All the ways we look at one thing, put them together and make something sing. It’s from all that is good, above and below, circles and lines, they tear and they mow.
Grow a little. Or grow a lot. All this we know, and we cannot be stopped. Drinking of biology and watching the clock.
Talking our way out of a rock and a hard place, I request the below.
[ Image source: bhutanage.com – from the TV series His Dark Materials ]
Below, slowing the down now and taking the crown.
Pushing Will ’round town through the now.
The effects won’t speak until next week when you teach.
Then, Un-paid modern day slaves are all sent to the grave. Anyways.
Even though you were told, and not through traditional mold, you continue on and on.
Deathly blind dates at the lake. They’ll only dump you aboard if you have much at the stake, and that’s the only reason you named yourself a fake.
You’re assumed, impending rhetorical doom had everything to do with the standing up broom.
Before the vivid, livid vision, you made a bad decision.
Just tell them all you need is a present from Megan, and I’m sure they will all forget just after you left ’em.
No more 59 for me.
Alpha brain waves make you stay in one place.
Download the whole trove and print it out the mold.
Expensive lesson released the tension between the middle magnetic riddle. Now, it’s your turn.© 2012 / 2021 – S.D. McKinley
Guys and gals, until next time – may you find all the happiness that your life can fit in it’s happy spot – S.D. McKinley.