STATES, FREEDOM, ESCAPE AND A FRIENDA Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudleycan make us spin off in directions silent serene desperation a lack of space a spot not of desires a wind, a light, no sound, no talk no reason be back soon still no call now to relax and possess the best to be in our parallel souls just to think about it, on our row of trees, our mustneeds, pulls in the boat ties for the lure of more wider for the lure of more higher for the lure of more corn vapor with a brighter less tighter hold on sunshine for the lore of more aware for the lore of more real will come on today on everywhere on everyway there is a stuggle we can feel it the battle we can feel it the hate we can feel it the love through misted eyes that realizes any skies misbegotton moment to form into beauty surrounding us the loveliest thing into constructive grace O' solace the joys we taste on our own sweets for the lore of more releases for the lore of more corn vapor no-body but me all caught up in between states, freedom, escape and a friend from away to be one of our parallel dreams just to think about it, on our row of trees, our mustneeds, pushes out the boat pieces look at the fishes blood on us look at the mud on us nothing between we mean solitude going alone no distractions when it does happen we trys again to resolve them to find lines the mind is in the ground, evenso the best, the greatest, i feel the excerise senses practices tonight with mud in my eyes as we see it we call'd it close enough with wise-lights burning on for the lore of more corn vapor into a clear call in drawing to an end, confusion no more whim, no more tread, no more fine words no more time, i can't wait no more the business mysterious for the lore of more the romantics i declare thoughts here aren't trash all's meant to be my harvest in the dark i have seen them to have you who can say no matter what they do to take, to make, to give, to diverge, to change no more can i tell it in my heart for a mission over we suffers for the sun's down, ever hurts that heals freedomfor the lore of more corn vapor we're creatures that create and find the real sea to reach to venture without a map to take, to make, to give, to diverge, to change we shall pass it, face it moment has made us long of some delights did in regards to live it in-through the misted eyes that did itwhat actualizes affects ours in-most fires burning much, speak soft can you talk loud now full well reactions all built-in upon a shattered reflection have had onefor the lure of more corn vapor love unbothered when troubled long enuff for the lure of more corn vapor and will our own harshness, kindness save us inside an open heart I know the right to be heard moving upwards, to swing our hips imaginationin a dance, alot in a barnyard for the lore of more corn vapor to spin off a yarn of a song without understanding its yawn arises i understands looking like a sad sack showing us on a hobo there thrown back what a long face and each is asleep call"d a tramp what is forever Superman afterwards between states, freedom, escape and a friend on board gets in back without any direction to know, i goes for the lore of more wider for the lore of more higher for the lore of more aware for the lore of more real will come on today for the lore of more corn vapor to believe, in hopes, to gaze at that maze high on unclouded height of a feather, cool beams for the lore of more corn vapor
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1 Review Added on September 18, 2011 Last Updated on February 27, 2023 AuthorRobert Robbie Lord DudleyRiverside, NJAboutACROSS THE NIGHT'S SHINING ROAD COVERS ME, i'LL READ. Life, Thyme leeds rails rushes a begotten hold only copes oh, poetry a random ray of yellow light shining sky golden drops in fields trickles b.. more..Writing |