poetry
Tory Charms--Cauch3
Tory charms…
City lights to horses are mounted.
Gal in offices clacks the clouds.
Jungle jousting clam are smack.
Civil rigs are Tory charms.
Logger feet have beats and songs.
Flying sixty-six are low.
Fine as wines and eat a child.
Cauchy3 will eat the cheese with smiles.
P.L.A. has sins to eat my acorns.
Easy virtues help the accords.
Eat the lunches in boxes at years.
Cauchy3 will lighten well on ease.
Cauchy3 will eat the burger furs.
Tory earners bribe the wages.
Eyes to eyes are lame as ducks.
Five in dollars cadre tasked.
Always--cauchy3
Always…
Taoism girls will gallop and get the mud for ducks.
Taoism girls will get on firms.
Jesus jets are engines hatch up lights.
Cauchy3 will horse as 6-9 horses around.
Raise a jump.
Jump my Taoism girls.
Jump a Santa clause as nuns.
Booty moneys Taoism gifts as all are dead to eyes.
Dead to give away cauchy3 with Taoism girls as all on china dead on sets are always.
Building Buddha find the null of nuns are full on heads to tails.
Lark to lure are half to half.
Jesus-ESS finders full with charms as temple ghosts are always.
Please
What is it like
I want to know
is it really so
do you have it
I want it so
let it be mine
it will be fine
can it I know
It can be fine
if you let it
and I'll be it
can it be mine
So I'll bet it
to all be good
if you just would
and you let it
If that's all right
can I have it
if that's okay
just give me this night
Rejection Letter
I open the rejection letter
and hope it all will get better
while I gave out heart and soul
that in of itself does not consul
for I waited just too long
and yet I still did it wrong
but I can still go on
and I must still go on
I open the rejection letter
and hope it will all get better
I gave them a story so true
and yet somehow I knew
so I sink back into my work
and hope that up I shall jerk
but I can still go on
and I must still go on
I open the rejection letter
and hope it will all get better
rejection betters us all
so to live up to a matter so tall
Stocks to loves---cauchy3
Stocks to love….
Prizes to gods are nuts to cats.
Cough up words to catch my worlds.
Hatch boxes will drink the hank.
Hang with hanks all hats are worms.
Cellars greeting play to do.
Closets queens will pledge on blocks.
Blow upon the dark the bright.
Stocking blue will go to skin.
Stocks and cellars kiss my top.
Stocks to love will drive her piles.
Choices are bottom move on spots.
Moons in blue our loves are timed.
Buck with fever gun our man.
P.L.A will bug to breeze over.
Cadre loves will finger hard.
Cauchy3 will finger hard and open.
Bed the roads--cauchy3
Bed the roads..
Curtain steels are iron walls.
Coats of mails are pile up arms.
Pilfers shorts are long to ages.
Corner timers get the tastes.
Body creaky comes to boards.
Evil powers bed the roads.
Playing torches a light is bust.
Fighting men are P.L.A with guns.
Draw the bows by tyrant arms.
Vulture leaders bright are stars.
Drum up powers get the pitches.
Scoring ranks have money tills.
Rich as Tory scorn to go.
Big are kings will hunted in mind.
Brains to wash are fit to crowns.
Come uneven go on rings.
Typical modes--cauchy3
Typical modes…
Hara-KIRI failed to failure.
Fable works exert our tissues.
Bloody crowned are crows with horror.
Slopes to view are juries as looping.
Mop up works are all as powers.
Gauges on views are lights with strollers.
Gauges on views are strobes with lighting.
Typical modes are kings for killing.
Typical times are nails for painting.’
Typical works are words mislaying.
Typical modes are meters modules.
All about to solids are solutes.
Rocks will give up as soared as waters.
Taiwan papers trails are adders.