THE BEAUTIFUL BELLS

in at least feels creative good reads seems dead now

the thought not empty

won't be unheard of

will arise above

loving life that happens for sure

and happenings

really had

happen'd being

differently gone

oddly at the door

had of course

got cinder blocks 

a-long ways to go

the next directions

all abouts from the steps

on stones and holes, birds and worms real reflects

that's a-message dots and dashes of cans and wires

calling the ships in

splashes colours

to no end it goes

brings all kinds of sails in

standing alark

and standing most starkly we bare to seas

stillwater replaces

all's passable

and pausible

is it broken or something

what's to think without messy symbols

you can do it

continues climes spreads hides

covers your face

really only being stated

the resided words

waters flowed forwards

brings it back

to whom

my connections made yours

in worlds behind 

we're there living

on a-hollow reed and a-feather red

you rang up the rue

stopping

strolling

on the bricks

to whom knew so much

to my own despair 

Hitting it on at hard walls

these baskets

are giving me brakes

something lightly

with wings

reaping scarcely

receiving

the fruits

of the gloom you carried it away

are dropping down

with waterfalls sets the time we're outta line I await'd below it

I dont know I cant explain

the winds aways so to any days of what can be sent afar

climbing up

I can feel it

I gots this

I hears this

the beautiful bells

we just did it well

in the works

we are the words

in the joys of birds

in the tears perhaps so

steps into the same shoes silently leaves watches the loops going deeper

inner sorrows and feels was it so

in those poor souls again

returning spoken abouts will go

within bicycle wheels 

they went broken or something

on dirt paths and flew not

the inner grounds we grew upon why do we now haunt

why do we now haunt

walks across heavily

the twilight floor

as the ocean is closer has this the August of souls

down in Autumn

always been rails

running on

barefoot, feathery, light boots

soft shoes, leathery, swift

shiny and soft again

of flat white canvas

pages of paints tonight

how I loved the words

my straight up

stained glass of love

a-gettin' the lead out

in the window sash sticks and stones

the snow-caps drops instead of heights

sun lights below

I can feel it

I gots this

I hears this

the beautiful bells

I just did it

the drumming on

the quiet passion hallow

the beat slips wishes slower kisses

I can still

in at least feels creative good reads seems dead now

just obsolete for an hour

the thought

not-so outnumber'd by broken ways

unheard of in the clovers

it's dropping faster how

beneath me

I'm under the tree's bough

when I saw there how

at any price was lost in thought

the image found

painted round mosaics

on the baskets

a perfect circle drawn

the clear streams increases

outwards explores

that I will handle well

without a care

it's not lost by my stars

it's gone up here there-abouts on knots and bows

are to thee rolls aways

as arrows

so for now I goes

to form a circle or not

to roll around more freely

up and down

to get the distant hills

of hot and cold horizons

I can feel it

I gots this

I hears this

the beautiful bells

I just did it well

I had only these

two shoes

two feet

as two shores unrested be

laps against me belly

otherwise yet so

other than that

a-bowlful of jelly

the same as your's

you're at ease

we haven't really noticed it that much

the space is broken or something

nevertheless 

neverthemore

both are feeling great

going after another ring

the beautiful bells

what's a-long ways to go, oh, yeah, homes

how sweet so really cosmic in an overture

within chairs what's in the stars sat there down on the floors so bright in the rhyme that spills over within joys The reason then lays down and feelin' A-1