Good stars are not always seen by the naked eye

Pain consumes the honor of society when life is not well lived.  Never Again.

The Torah is not a chance to reface any unorthodox music twice

Wandering hopes do not limit uneven growth.

Here is a Turkey Foot.  See what you can do with its remembrance in your eye.
I would probably sell it to a farmer for a spoon. 

Or else maybe you can rehash its walk by removing the image from your memory.
But in all you do, you will not like this image in the day of your hope and refreshed knowledge.

Life is like a turkey foot.  It heats up and then its gone and ultimately you need to dance away from the ugliness of the common community of the poorer commercial development.

Viva La Theta Chi

Society is not a backwards street

Conservative minds are a broken egg.

Liberal hearts miss the boat.

Reverse the course.

Milk men are not always baseball replacement pitchers

Just because the hand of time is a new asset does not mean that the world goes back to GO.

Slipping hopes are not removed revisions

Paid for limits of time are not always bigger stretches of the imagination.

Moon dead is not refrained success

Paint requirements of handed liberty are always good form.  Never Again.

Peach tree reading is not always bigger proportion

Ill conversations of time are always better relieved with charity.

Investing fortunes

They come in a distant third
The cancer was not to be heard
The happy heart was always in good stark need
It was the sample of the Dear Cuban Seed.

I loved the smile on the phone of time
The world was a big vat of lovely wine
The winning hand was a table away

There was always a new era for a good stay

But there was never enough for one day at a time

Windows were always to shine

So there simply were more to be held
A cigar in a mist
A discussion and a twist.

The cigar shop was always a place to call your own
Your own friends, your own phone

So a new day was to be seen in the corner of your news
There would be more cigar sticks
And more bliss

And the era could last for years.
There are sometimes a few coins 
Sometimes a few beers

So a new friend might be your calling
A new morning, afternoon and limited night.

Volumes of the change of time

They come in hopes future

There is a new arbor of good health

A winning chip of solace's simplicity

The bottle of wine had to be good.

Scouting out a new channel of deed is a required good

Fear is not a chalice of entertainment. The words of enlightenment are always useful but never a refined sort until the hand of challenge is refreshed in times hopeful advantage. Limit none to reason.

Last ditch efforts to improve your own smile are sometimes your callous advantage over trust

Lamp lights are not refreshed broken swords.

Allowing for change beguiles the finished product of liberty

Trade wars enter the bargain of refused conversation but innocent ways are found in a new age with more regularity.

Patations are not computer literate

Fired libel is always callous example.

Turning the spoon in the soda can is not an ellipse of station

Right or wrong, the ears have it.

Present tense is not always chided array of exposure

Revealing the sleuth of the conversation can be a smile in the making.

Safety is favored speech

Tea gives eternal mittens

Taking choice against versions of trust is not clear blessing

Requiring assets be directed to lapsed discretion is lustful

Sanity has an awake ear

Social cues are specially designed
To ratify the conversation and design the mind

Winding up the hand of trust is a fate
The world is not tired or truly irate

Always the conversation should turn to trust
A world of liberty is always a must

So bless your own eye with a stronger ear
And listen to what goes on in your ear

Studying hope and eternal freedom is a captivating event

Station hope is always blessing for choice discretion.

Praise for a freedom of the pen is a special asset of golden opportunity and blessed living

Torah honors the just.  Wisdom is passed down from generation to generation. 

Limiting consideration for changes substrate can be a marginal conversation's matter

Hope always shows its hope again.

Willfully sincere

Free the meadow of disrupted allowance
Motivate the hand of trusted change
Cancel the hope of listed remaining stanzas of repeal
The care of a future need of time has many eyes

Apple to tears

Forums of self expression
Wisdom without a question
A home of lost complications
The world without flowers

Chores of a victim of hate are not always to listen to the fraud in the day

Just because they have a dwelling place does not mean that they have a future.

Torah has every hand on deck at the Waiters Bill in Heaven

Fired expressions are sampled good. And the Band Plays on.

Pretense acclaim is sometimes a worn shoe

Freedom comes in special activities.

Walking to school builds fewer anxieties for dress and modality

Shorelines can be crossed

Human discretion is not a change in hotel management

Winning for hope is not a power hungry experience.

Breathing home hurried calm

Standing holds dear
The reference to the world
The candid requirement of honor
Its own faith in truth.

Wisdom has no penalties.

Answers to axioms of silence never come from the abyss

Reactive times

Problematic divides that tear hearts can reuse agitation

Time heals wounds

Praise for liberty has many facets

Justice is not always remaining in the sunlight of the function of last community's sincere appreciation for time.

Yet the Code is Fine

They thrill over sparring but lose over dryness.......

Sometime Blue

Just another song
Just another door.
Another hand
Another fancy hope

The candid assessment of the convalescent
Sometimes leaves the answers blank.

The remainder of the years of time
Sometimes ask for betterment.

From only a hand of unhappiness and a shoreline of deceit.

Never Again.

Scarred hopes are sometimes remaining dreams

Joy is not a lost cause of etched words.

Scarred hopes are sometimes remaining dreams

Joy is not a lost cause of etched words.

Charred Remains of a Sapped Reality

Judging the hope
Living against the time.

Winning in hope is not always a conspiracy of numbers.

The honorable keys to eternity are not changed books.

But living in a naked soul.
A wisdom of lost proportion

The hand of time is not always a chagrin subject.

But who will be the change in canopy for the revised.

Tax Mans Delight

They come in small oceans
Of withdrawn emotions

Next to change they hate their day
Another hope against the American Way.

Always listening for a narrow cavity of neglect
Always looking for a passion of regret.

The Tax Man has his wizards
They stomp their way to the day

But the world is not a pleasure dome
And the home of sovereignty is not a commissioned affair.

So the Tax Man has his little lips
And the remainder of America has many ships

The end of his days are at his own advice.

Dignity restored

There once was a door of time

It wanted to be sublime

And all of the faces of trust

They offered to see less dust


But the Torah had its way
And religion faced the day

So good hope rematerialized again

And to the horror we say NEVER AGAIN

Never Again

Smoking Blues

I wanted to have a good day.
I wanted to enjoy the smile on the way.

So I bought a cigar and smoked it for fun.

It was faith in a mix.

It was sticks with a twist.

The world was smokier and hopeful.

But the word is out that the horrors of cancer are True.

Worn shoes

Once a standing day
Was there a way?
Run the fold
Hope for gold

Sided choice is for a wife
Rehearsed good for a knife
The ear of attrition knows no light
The capers turn out the sight

True practice deserves more
Less of an open door...

Writing safe

Erased good sometimes is bigger than hope

The world solves many of its own problems

Reading uses good hope

Forums with good bargains last forever.

Torah Voices

Free in their own time.
Wisdom with a true mind.

Wealth in all accessories.
A clay molded into a Time.

Hora Culture

Mixed wisdom.
Winning Season.
Holding Dreams.
Winning Seams.

Played indifference by last cause's hope

Never Again.
The sun does not shine in the hands of a criminal

Winning the door of liberty is not a shining activity of the lost.

When does the hand of fate remove its own indifference?

Wisdom protects the true Soul of Time.

Gift Severance

Dye for an ally
Winning for a mist

A crime against passion
A road to recall the bliss.

Winning the hand of fortune
A chime in the end of talent.

The world of expressed concern.
A death of a good poet.

Tie Torah

Leaping offices

Written advantage

An eloped good

We did what we should

The Torah of time was eloped

Our scope with good hope

Another paradigm ahead

Evil will be in dread

Torah Values permeate

The word of Hashem in time writes it all

Costal Cartilage

Few above
Know the hands of time
But the word of fame
Is not to blame
For the doves give call to success
And hands of hope never digress.

But wisdom finds a way
And hope always has a new day

Bunny Bunny Bunny

She was a lobster claw of time

He was a bacon bit with smart little rhyme

So he asked her to dance.


They smiled at first.

He asked her to Dance again.

There was lobster bait in the solemn claw.

Never Again.

Patient Eyes, Sword in the Heart

Prayer was her word
The camera a bird

The tippy sky was the limit
She had a special magnet

But her interest waned
As to her they offered pain

And her world was embossed in good steel

The future was never in the complaint department.

Marking your territory

You said I did and you saw the pain
You walked in line and you sought due fame

But you asked for more
And you swapped the shore
Then with merit you asked again
Was there a tie in the plan

I saw your frank digression
You were not good to make honorable mention

But you were satisfyingly poor
I said Hi for sure.

So bend the light
And don't give up the fight.

The trust of time is a paradise in a rhyme.

Ode to writing Painful Poetry

Alas they will
See a ship of pain
But the bow will be true
And the day a drill

The orange field a wonder
And the plus of time no blunder

The canopy of tricks is not a secret
The world has a better carpet in time.

Matched in Surgery

To the declaration of the Temple of Time
I do make this to be certain
That the change of time is near
And the doctors discretion certain

The ample space between then and now
An amber candle of good hope and esteem

The world of the surgeon to be is an audacity of change.
And the world never sees the end until the day of his career begins in a day of tougher worlds.

White Relics of Time and Fortitude

Just cause is not enough to describe
The hand of fate and the electable build

Of a conversation about life
And a world of faith

The physicians job in a white coat
Ever much has a better plan for all in the hand of time.

Jelly Bean Corners

The uniform was ready
The time was steady
Joy found the time of service.

Joy in a hand of a field.
Wisdom in an egg of the reality of Time.

Visions for a better tomorrow.
The work of an officer of inertia is special.

Kosher Deli

Fat as a spoon
As high as noon

The asset of the board room
Was the Pastrami Sandwich.

Unicorn Delight

As with the honor
The sun was shining in the sky

The hand of fortune in the heavens
And the sky's fascination in the turn

But the day was diligent
And the movement of time a due asset

Wisdom granted pardon to the feelings of Truth

Fastidious Learners

Drunk in the ditches
With few as their voice
The hand of illiteracy prevails
Where none has made a point

The waffle iron is slim
And the correspondence closed but deep

The world is not a watering hole
And the conversation steep.

Fallen Elves

Sunlight it once was
To voice a regret

A desk in the cringe
A war at the knave

But silence fell upon the wall
Of life and then the mall

And the toothfairy voted

Favored Dreams

Sketchy it was
Nostalgic too
The Torah was avoided by a silouette
Life laughed at the trust

But intelligence won out
The fruit tree ripened
And good will found a way to shine

Blame not be sin

Juries of the world
The Judge is a friend
Win the world of the ahead
Worry of the undead
But work without cause
The egg is not a pause
The reality is that G-d is One
We must reveal our own name to his day

Tolls of the road in the mind

Just a new car
A new sports bar
A candy cane for the sty of gentleman hood
A good ace for the win in the space

But the evil of the past
Can never really truly last
For the mind has its own prerogative
And the world must change.

The Hive

Fitting is not plain insightful
Their bees are so delightful
The mayor loves exclusivity
The fabric spells grandiosity
Where they wish to go is beyond me
Caring for life is only a tree

But the dead clamor on
And the hive pulsates...

Presidental Inauguration of Barack H. Obama. 2nd Inauguration. A Poem...

Dust be not still
The races of dignity use up
The silence of the storm.

A wind of change for the caretakers of liberty.

The usual somnolence of resolve

An answer continues in the heart of the stranger

America finds presence with dignity
For the arrogant find only negativity
And correspond no more with the
Passions of tomorrow.

Wisdom refrains from stomping out indifference
But life alone gets up to speak.

Go well Mr. President.
We have earned you with the respect of ages gone by