Ns wat903

A bag full of dirt spoke to the gravel,

Thus the gravel only grumbled,

when the road of mud kept its mouth shut.

A passing tumbleweed slew some hushed dirt,

then that red rock dust did shiver,

enabling the pebbles on a square foot of dryness shuffle.

What dust we are,

dust we stay,

only a wind can carry us in a hurry.

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AuVi 00.4b

Show me the life of that wife,

how life was loved,

why enmity was shown,

and did shame and blame

were always a game.

When can I stop,

where men and women

are as the same since

and still make decisions.

Continue now and then.

AuVi vs NsVs r1

Standing and comparing with a life a pine.

I sway when I want to,

It sways as it need to.

I eat with an open mind.

It eats with no mouth only to sip the life into.

Where do I begin,

when to need and want,

as the pine does not do anything but grow and reach for the sky.

As I, do grow in mind and spirit,

lacking to have a goal.

Only then I knew,

I have to grow up with you.

BsNs 0z#k

Don’t shed a tear my blue sky,

as my dry earth come near to me

would I be good son to you two,

and never ask why.

Coz i know of you,

I will protect my heart,

and in your honor I give,

not of promoting but

be of service

a kind gentle soul.

Know I can begin not today

nor tomorrow,

as the moment makes me

not to be in sorrow.

Scenick coll.1 f4

Call me a skeptic,

but when a blue sun

shines on a purple mud.

Believe you me

I can sing me

a come undone hum.

Then I can dance to the rhythm of

the beat of a wind

where I can almost see the grain

from its reign.

And will I sail on the idea,

where the idyllic love 

where men sail

the air of Cassiopeia 

to the shores of 

Orion’s tail.