Been away for a while as you CAN tell. Did not mean to. Been real busy with musical projects. Sadly, no significant breakthrough has-been made, NOT in a finished piece at least.
'm still alive, guess's What I'm trying to say. Not much else to tell. Maybe
post new work.
Ah, hell I'll do it now: RUSTIC
The sea is rough in his office,
That candle candle and faithful, as the wind blows
awake,
blows the fire of your love
Time is rustic in his bed next to me
be Lethargy,
thunders with his white hands on waking
My return back
rustic lover A complacent love, sounds rustic dome
From his vivid candor
rustic tree stay
With softwoods da
An acoustic whisper
Our rustic singing
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TRENDY To stroll as an Englishman does so uncanny
A
Waltzing In blatant disregard
Of dastardly, so walking to fashion Defiant
Indeed
I miss you so And thee, I miss thee true
Salve Regina
,
Salve , Regina
Re ..
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WHEREST Doth Thou SLEEPEST
THIS PAST NOCTURNE
My girl
My girl
Mine are the sweetest scents of baby-blue
Tell true the here sent tale
Through scorched arms of rue
Of howling owls, wraiths anew
Rinse deep the stubborn nightingale
Believe the hatred henceforth
Couldst ne’er be soon forgotten
‘Cept headless mount his arms be taken
And love, a hefty steed, step forth
So tripulate, you Bleeding-hearts
And pray yer fares be well awaken
Whistand me now; sad, deafly stricken
To bare then closer, all your own, the finer arts
Therein aside,
Forevermore and after,
Vanquished from all reason,
Yours, so truly
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This is as much as I'm willing to post at the moment.
Tijuana's crime rate steadily Increasing. Maybe I Should not Hesitate, Might Not Get Another chance. Oh well
OBAMA, GO!
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