Pinched Tail

Wild Honey

There You Stand

Garbs Of The Street

Endorphines

War Path

His Land

Madman's Cafe

Unleashed

Lord's Prayer

Show Me

Fear The Jungle

Dance With Me Celts

Waiting for happiness.

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

Hector's Babe

A Man

Songs

Top Soil Lads

Ready For Attack

Rickety Steps

The Stump of a Young Tree

Un-Suspecting Love

What Does Distortion Create

Dreary Canals

Dont Touch Anything

These Shutters Are Getting Old

Great Escape

A Form of Neurosis

The Halo and the Coconut

I Future

Mood Ring

Wake Up

Member or Guest

Short of Discovery

High Up in the Mountain Tops

Cool Rails

Synopsis of Trees

Sorted Truth

Sit In Scorn

Trolling the Isle

Shout Out

Trouble With The Looking Glass

Italian Coffee

Bricks and Mortar

We The Living [Sacrificial Lambs]

A Simple Poem

Grasps Of Bloodshed

I Want That

Sugar Cane

Living Room

What I Have To Do

Whooping Trees

Foundation

The Rise in Fall Woolly Bear Caterpillars

Crap Shoot / Wall Climb

Sagacious Moon

Summer Heat

Morning Glory

Stop! Spontaneous

Someday They Will Be Grown

The Final Whisper

There Was But One Monkey

Turning Nothing Into A Dream

Embrace

Everything's Different

Lonely

Ideas

Swat Team Manifesto

Just Write

Cut Throat Curiosity

Opening the Lilies

Pompous Observations

Dungy Rooms and Dark Alleys

The Whole Goddamn Fort Went Down

Jamil Mohammad

Waiting

Dissonant

Assumptions Closing In On Me

A Just Moment

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Body	My eyes stop short of discovery When I look at the deep sky My socks soaking in the wet Standing here in the white snow. I am confined by the ideas circling my head I grow impatient to be shown something magical. But I sleep each night not anticipating the next showmanship of sunshine rising from the Awkward East. I soak in each falling snowflake as I did in the past or, at least, I think I did The shadows of trees never fade to the night and i am enrapture by their dendrites while I lean and depend on my walking stick.
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