I said
small words looking for an owner
well behaved preachers
lonesome in there brd
class wars
end up
tied
my grandma never waisted her time
with this
if i tried to tell you anything
it would backfire
the trouble with trouble is
trouble
jesus never cared about
what his clothes looked like
dressing up for church is for children
football games remind of coaches
small children chasing balls
while dog
shows the way
to the punnishment
of commitment
the wounded dog
reminds
the homosapien
of awareness with salt
do you love your dog????
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha aha
my dog lives in my heart
as the people drift
like sea foam
crusty and bubbly scum
trying to be pretty
on top of an ocean
that doesnt care
who is this fault
crying for a story?
blame is the game no one can play
fingers tired and rotting in the wind
as they point at themselves
my beauty awaits
self knowledge
incripted on the oldest of stones
that never told a lie
about how old they were
this curse of self awareness
wares the most beautiful of fabric
to discaim the lie of time
your skin is a temporary vessle
for what you already know you are
I landed on this planet
to share this
your words are more precious than water to a thirsty horse
our hearts make small baskets while yearning for bigger baskets to be possible
It is nobodys fault
guilt is the devils margerin
make a pickle out of the devil
add spice and flavor
the shit will taste better
