I saw a dream that cried Riding the bus, passed the tractor… And construction to the outside of… Not a farm but a field A small ranch with a slight mess i…

Just to say, You a beautiful being Are taller than the trees; already, the ground moved Beneath your feet

We are the ones Who could not get away Not for nothing But for the state Not for coffee

I’d like to write a story In parts of six or seven I only know the one, Can we write it together? Everything will be just so

Iron doves and death The world can sort It’s sordid mess. I am not alone Who does not have

I hope you are warm, well, and fre…

I remember, always The tree is composed of leaves grass, without singular notation light is from a source That I would never betray you

I was free once, And nobody cared an inch what I’d… That’s how I liked it, that’s wha… Now, for a year or more, The state knocking at my door,

The issue is, We, those of us who did not come h… Willingly We’re too red And white

We are all, who never willingly to… Blue light home, flashing yellow s… The world in between, on whose sha… Flashes yellow and red, and spends… Intruding time, we cannot fix

Waking up, Quickly felt That you told me something, deeply As I slept Please, do exactly what is best fo…

I feel the same As when we never spoke of it befor… I miss you since

The only promises I’ll make Are the ones you’ve already seen i… I swear, on my life. Paradox of poem and silly sky So is life, on faith we dive.

As the wind settles Eyes grow dim, tired still In the morning we begin again In so doing, if you can Please do not pretend...