Pinched Tail

Wild Honey

There You Stand

Garbs Of The Street

Endorphines

Unleashed

Waiting for happiness.

War Path

Remember Me Happy

Ode To You 'Above'

I Dream American, I Dream Big

Crack and Cycle Again

Hector's Babe

A Man

A Simple Poem

Ready For Attack

Just Write

Rickety Steps

Jamil Mohammad

What Does Distortion Create

The Stump of a Young Tree

These Shutters Are Getting Old

The Halo and the Coconut

Mood Ring

Opening the Lilies

Synopsis of Trees

High Up in the Mountain Tops

Fear The Jungle

Sorted Truth

His Land

Trouble With The Looking Glass

Trolling the Isle

Pompous Observations

Top Soil Lads

Embrace

Everything's Different

Lonely

Sit In Scorn

Shout Out

Sagacious Moon

Dance With Me Celts

What I Have To Do

A Gentle Lapping

Italian Coffee

Living Room

Bricks and Mortar

We The Living [Sacrificial Lambs]

Cool Rails

Member or Guest

Grasps Of Bloodshed

I Want That

Sugar Cane

Foundation

Crap Shoot / Wall Climb

Whooping Trees

The Rise in Fall Woolly Bear Caterpillars

Morning Glory

Stop! Spontaneous

The Final Whisper

There Was But One Monkey

Summer Heat

Someday They Will Be Grown

Swat Team Manifesto

Amidst The Moon

Ideas

Madman's Cafe

Dont Touch Anything

Great Escape

Lord's Prayer

Dreary Canals

Cut Throat Curiosity

Un-Suspecting Love

Short of Discovery

Anything's Better

Show Me

I Future

Songs

Wake Up

Dungy Rooms and Dark Alleys

The Whole Goddamn Fort Went Down

A Form of Neurosis

Turning Nothing Into A Dream

Waiting

Dissonant

Assumptions Closing In On Me

A Just Moment

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Body	Dry that tear Athena. Please, my heart can't stand to see your firm face with that faltering mark. Bravely rolling down from your cheek I understand you have known nothing but war. War energizes your body deep inside like the surging sun warms a fresh face. You are so lost aren't you? Standing there crying, thinking there could be more. More than what you are. Quick let go from squeezing my wretched heart. Go! Sit in the woods to hunt the rippling howls of the trees. This will keep you out of the grasps of bloodshed until morning. But alas, you know nothing else and the stirring in your belly supersedes your mind and your sensuality.
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