Cometh NowA Poem by modtoddincA new poemGoodbye Miss Rita They couldn't close the market so I judged the jury of four, You do think small, After all, that has been said, and done, I had to come and pick this up for my wife; Turn around and walk on down. Now I got an entry: It's my wedding dress, not your zealot prince who bares his rattled tattoo arms. I guess you just couldn't help it, Tomato juice and blue cheese, jazz in my own eyes, For they have fallen and you couldn't help it, you had to practice, I am sure. Up by the lake there is Clay, and sour dogs breath protects someone wearing denim and a wide brim hat, Rita and Clay made up my mind, a moment ago. Greener than standing up and living from my own place; love is the burning bush of witnessing the only truth. We gotta get outta here. What are we running from? We already knew; 'I am guilty' cause and belief is true. Hurry up by the way, we have now been disconnected. Please choose a provider to continue discussing anything to odds end. Lay down a breath in this sip of my cup and swallow thoughts from touching my words all the while being so wrapped in action and the feelings become defined as a one and true God. You laughing at me? Silent as the native is between bullets I think to check out a woman of mystery and decide wisdom on the mountain top. O' er... Owls cannot find the miles between us, I follow cedar trees whimpering along creeping water ways, then into just barely starving; a death of sweet fodder; you get used to it. Dream awhile but know ye are thou that and not all that like a dee jay; birds be singing around fire blooms. Cometh now t'winter. © 2015 modtoddincReviews
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1 Review Added on October 10, 2015 Last Updated on October 10, 2015 AuthormodtoddincTacoma, WAAboutI write what I feel with honesty, and integrity. I love art in all it's forms, especially poetry and multi-media. I love to read, watch movies, play music, and study comparative mythology. I hope to o.. more..Writing
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