japanese red maple tree, by April BLue Subscribe to rss feed for April BLue

soft music to soothe my he art
HeBrew Brother of the Dreaming World 
Healing my Submissive Heart BroKin
my LoveRR the True Dominnant got Cop Sounds

Screaming out loud ass Eye try to type lousy
lines of crappy poetry once a day for hymn
self expression is more important to his eye
doesnt give a dan how i feel about it neither

wants to know where my subbie head is at there
"back on your side" is the song that is on now
yeah! right there daddy! nope! still at war 
never ending war daddy! tired of fighting youRR war

soft music that is anything butt soft when u really listen
deeper down to the full n subtle meanings of the intent
rain room? you got a broom? rain room? you got a broom?
roy orbison songs on the baja sessions...thought of hymn
first when i heard the HeBrew Dreamer for the first time

at the granny goat's guarden eye wandered what was really
happening with me and my glamourous babysitter darlene 
little jay eating split pea soup from a can can 
me and the bongos and darlene singing and dancing

my nephew glaring out of the corner of his eye
until his hands were on top of the skin 
than eye heard his  hands tapping softlee n gentlee
"eye passed" he said to me"eye passed" 

eye had known the joys of both ends of Special Educational
Services all my natural born life starting with speech
lessons with my baby brother inn issaquah valley long ago
"retarded" was how he was introduced to kindergarten school

wondered what my old italian lover was really up to
yesterday when he had the whole tribe setting me up for it
whatever it really was coming down the pike
pink was the dominnant color of the granny goat's guarden

japanese red maple tree and the coral underneath 
gift i had recycled from the dumpster at fairwood 
two pieces of coral that i wasnt letting go to waste
Victor brought it over and planted it under the cedar tree

colleen's memorial i thought when i had the shovel that day
she was gone and i wood knot B able to say good bye to her
except in this physicall manner...digging up dirt and rocks
felt good that i had something constructive to do for her
spirit and art even if it didnt mean nothing to anyone else
Posted: 2005-06-27 20:45:25 UTC

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