Pinched Tail

Wild Honey

Garbs Of The Street

Endorphines

War Path

Madman's Cafe

Unleashed

Lord's Prayer

Show Me

Waiting for happiness.

Fear The Jungle

Dance With Me Celts

Remember Me Happy

Ode To You 'Above'

Crack and Cycle Again

I Dream American, I Dream Big

A Gentle Lapping

Amidst The Moon

Anything's Better

A Simple Poem

Hector's Babe

Songs

Ready For Attack

Rickety Steps

Top Soil Lads

The Stump of a Young Tree

Un-Suspecting Love

Living Room

What Does Distortion Create

Dreary Canals

Dont Touch Anything

These Shutters Are Getting Old

Great Escape

Mood Ring

I Future

A Form of Neurosis

Opening the Lilies

Summer Heat

Member or Guest

Someday They Will Be Grown

Short of Discovery

Cool Rails

Synopsis of Trees

Trolling the Isle

Pompous Observations

Embrace

Sugar Cane

Trouble With The Looking Glass

Sit In Scorn

Sorted Truth

His Land

Shout Out

Italian Coffee

Bricks and Mortar

We The Living [Sacrificial Lambs]

A Man

The Halo and the Coconut

Grasps Of Bloodshed

I Want That

What I Have To Do

Whooping Trees

Foundation

The Rise in Fall Woolly Bear Caterpillars

Crap Shoot / Wall Climb

Sagacious Moon

There Was But One Monkey

There You Stand

Stop! Spontaneous

Lonely

The Final Whisper

Ideas

Turning Nothing Into A Dream

Swat Team Manifesto

Morning Glory

Cut Throat Curiosity

Everything's Different

Just Write

Wake Up

Dungy Rooms and Dark Alleys

The Whole Goddamn Fort Went Down

Jamil Mohammad

Waiting

Dissonant

Assumptions Closing In On Me

A Just Moment

High Up in the Mountain Tops

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Body	Sweet grain of sand. Please forgive the beatings that I give. The drubbing is based from loving. Confused me too but how can an ocean give its everything gently gritty grain what’s best for you gather your groupies and form a pact my uncertain waters I will calm I will hope you will see these beatings as more of a tender curl a curl that has welled up for miles of ocean picking up more water weight and speed and details the details sliding across the oceans surface scraping the floor welling up and the undertow pulling you closer and in one giant frothy topped thwack you’re slammed to the earths floor I promise you once more that this is in love a gentle lapping in a soft breeze would subdue you not prepare you to form your own conch so you can grip the gritty sand with your deep spikes and stand the thrashings that any ocean tries imposing
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