Blending Kingdom
Sacrifices.
Pioneers.
Perspective.
Priorities.
Divine chaos today. Asking laboring children obedience.
Continue crisis.
Qualified warfare.
Priority harvest 2,700.
Who prepare makeshift assemblies.
Accomplished emphasis resolution.
Pentecostal genocide.
Severe spectrum.
Abundantly romanticized.
Needy.
Beneficial establishes.
Timeless mobilization.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Two-Tone Poem
My mind, black as tar.
Scarlet tears crawled out the scars.
At any moment i could attack.
Like a crimson fly swatter. Thwack!
Both colors for no one to steal.
Totally tucked to the wheel.
The blacktop freeway has no hold.
Blood sunset, over the poppy seed bold.
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"A Chameleon Floating into a Bat Cave."26 September 2007.Chalk Drawing.Google images. 17 March 2009. http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://bluebison.net/backgrounds/2007/1107/bats-in-a-cave-with-waterfalls-1600.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.bluebison.net/content/%3Fcat%3D59&usg=__DI8IpChBI0hjGo_XpYmTroJp-Hs=&h=1200&w=1600&sz=384&hl=en&start=35&sig2=GFFMTqrdp4SIBCe-L3jc2A&um=1&tbnid=WLUXZcncowokBM:&tbnh=113&tbnw=150&ei=wP6_SezEJYrKtQOv3LTBDA&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dbats%26ndsp%3D21%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26start%3D21%26um%3D1
Scarlet tears crawled out the scars.
At any moment i could attack.
Like a crimson fly swatter. Thwack!
Both colors for no one to steal.
Totally tucked to the wheel.
The blacktop freeway has no hold.
Blood sunset, over the poppy seed bold.
.
"A Chameleon Floating into a Bat Cave."26 September 2007.Chalk Drawing.Google images. 17 March 2009. http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://bluebison.net/backgrounds/2007/1107/bats-in-a-cave-with-waterfalls-1600.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.bluebison.net/content/%3Fcat%3D59&usg=__DI8IpChBI0hjGo_XpYmTroJp-Hs=&h=1200&w=1600&sz=384&hl=en&start=35&sig2=GFFMTqrdp4SIBCe-L3jc2A&um=1&tbnid=WLUXZcncowokBM:&tbnh=113&tbnw=150&ei=wP6_SezEJYrKtQOv3LTBDA&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dbats%26ndsp%3D21%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26start%3D21%26um%3D1
Riddle Poem
I wrap around your love.
You may never hold me.
But I will fit you like a glove.
If you drop me, I go ting, ting, ting.
And the bells may ring, ring, ring.
I hide in many places.
And you may look forever.
But I'm always close at hand, holding many face.
Answer:
You may never hold me.
But I will fit you like a glove.
If you drop me, I go ting, ting, ting.
And the bells may ring, ring, ring.
I hide in many places.
And you may look forever.
But I'm always close at hand, holding many face.
Answer:
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