Sunshine asks forgiveness

Ascertain the fold
Never be so bold
Write the carrot of your day
Stay far away
For the answers are just
The will will not rust
And ponies have instant recall...

Horace was cultured

To the big bucks
And the big freight trains
There is one thing I like

The canopy of your rehearsal
As you pull out of the station of life

Into the fray of goodness
I hope you find solace in
The fact that the kids tomorrow

May never play your game.

Doing the satan shuffle

She liked me at last
I sent her a kiss
She "laughed out loud"
I dated a pixel

So today no longer will I wait
For the guilt on the computer screen
She may be ready in waiting
But satanic shuffling has no real form

So be good and date among yourself
And try right and seek love
But be right and hand it over
Dating online has no clothes

The tree that doesn't grow

There is a tree
And I water it on Fridays
It looks like a blessing
But it really has a little flaw
The green on its arbor
Is splotched with a virus
And the virus eats away
The teeth of the roots
And the roots forget their name
And the tree forgets its fame
And the world goes on around the tree
But the tree hates the scold
And it really grows cold
But the teeth of the roots
Can show their name once in the morning
On a Tuesday in a friendship of one
A world of one and anun

Getting the new huffle

Still a waking day
Still a diligent May
But without a text
The world is a bext

Sincerity is on the floor
The world is not at war
But the canopy is falling fast

Just another day of apneic breathing.

Winds get scuffled

Salient features of sleep
An new canopy of deceit
The world is an egg
And the canopy is a brick
And the time is awry

Door call sincerity

Found is the exasperation of the dignity
Trusted is the word of the enlarged heart
But worthless is yesterdays passion at some length

Finding the future relies upon finding the answers
First you can fix the problems
And then you have to put on a cloak

So good for tomorrow
If your today is with the acceptability

Win and win.

Who are you

Who are you

So light in your shoes
The world is your corrupt fit
You shine in the esteem of the sinner
You refer the saint to the boneyard

But the jail is filled
You live to lead the roses

And I will intimidate your shadow

Cement guides the nerves

Stay large
Pray hard
Bless all

For you are good
No matter big or small

The good ones call

And he who wears a different tie
Will never see your smile

Folding chairs

You said to me
That days were mean
The time dashing

And I gave the washboard back to you