One stick lines
One tree dies
Compensation; Money
Adderall dream
One fixture
EXPOSE
Camel ruins
Vagina folds
Like the flag
One burial
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Bodies are diseased, decaying
Wake up America
One stick lines
One tree dies
Compensation; Money
Adderall dream
One fixture
EXPOSE
Camel ruins
Vagina folds
Like the flag
One burial
345678910
Bodies are diseased, decaying
Wake up America
in the world; that i () own’ is a donation’
that i do not
own.
wealth. is the new
wrong.
Although I was born in New York City, I’ve lived in California all my life. I grew up in the San Fernando Valley at a time when California seemed like an ideal place to be with orange groves as far as the eye could see, crystal clear air, and safe communities. But times have changed…
via Surviving the Fires in California — The Good Men Project
by Dr. Esperança Camara .
Alive. _____________________
{1} dying; steering committee
{2} drying out; stainless ly __ __that one look.
{3} {saving} and steel toe boot. – bas in dirt. Reut a Caskat ; it is cheaper. Than words and actions. THANKS.
HIS MASTER’S MASK
Dark money deep state
Terminal disconnection
Time to wake up, dears
Originally posted on Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times: 1. Weeds. 2. Children. 3. That inbox. ===================== Too much time spent- Checking messages that were recently sent.
via Three That Keep Growing (2012) — Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times
Maybe or not nothing, keyed but a breath taken anchored to create seatbelts denied smoked grass, poured gas rear view backseat driven ride base guitar, black bass four strings uncooked and c…
Source: Know Notes Aloud
Maybe or not
nothing, keyed
but a breath taken
anchored to create
seatbelts denied
smoked grass, poured gas
rear view backseat driven ride
base guitar, black bass
four strings uncooked and cast
re-keyed, the tiger swam at last
by darned maps, medicine token chips
drumsticks feather fields,
wild deer ticks
running lights and a pedal
steel guitar lick
beautiful chess boards fell
soon pieces meet neatly with love
playing muttered muddy water songs
a music sees the ebony cartel
dances become plays, plays become dances
with the turning of an allen wrench
blues crowds faded, creeks begin croaking
fenced, the dazed and hoaxed
despair dated, the fretboard floating,
blanched, the neck bowed, straightened on rosewood, coaxed
tuning proclaims know notes aloud
wolves blinked, eyes break opened
bluer than Utah’s salt lake
a world understood, stood understood, vinyl swill,
sweat pouring, pouring piano rained
water pelting like bullets kill
tickled ivory keys looking arranged
pictures hang, stretched on buffalo skin
promised like lines in pools
a dive so deep, one polish kiss
pride changed the rules
the sun re-aligned, flared and poached
winning ways, cymbols snare, united states lease
high hats, and luminous dates, a golden roach
guns lifted, marching marshell, swollen peace
a market place, large fruit, top of mantel
money tucked in the wallet of time, nothing urned
bongos banged, fired by candles, the war burned
c clef that says know notes aloud
a flight ticketed, flirting contained,
a baby’s handprint due,a tailored garden, a reading road
calender’s re-printed, a press word key ,labor day cue
weekend goodbyes, memories sent abroad susustained
a foreclosed site, autumn maple ray, paved, slowed
grass marquee played, the bees harbored, john deer shoed
from a to z,uncharted paper bundled, ride
laminated, cut, pasted, then pathed
highway ridden, Kentucky skinned, Louisianna and lathed
one new fishing rod, pinned, our fate, basted word press
our black grandmother’s address,
Gerry Mandered, us again split in two
walking in silver, slandered, shoes
a crooked clap, again at the cape
a four track, trading tape
a clapping preamble
a horn’s blow, geese honk
the majority whip
the tambourine trembles
are unheard, redress
we are the singers
sounding
the siren
know notes aloud
Poem by Heather Whitley Gibson