Rare is the love for which I long.
Right is the sound of the protestor’s song.
Rigid is the sword of the mighty and strong.
Remorse, I feel, when I’ve been wrong.
Whiskey waters wispy waves,
Willows wander wherever he craves.
Warlocks, witches, werewolves too,
Walruses wallow with me and you.
Xenon is a noble gass.
Xylophones sing.
X on rhyming (Meaning I SVCK.)
Xed out window.
(*** POETRY)
This is Ziggy Zenkey's zone.
IIIII (zenkey stripes)
or zygotes?
All beavers can dive fluently, grinning happily in joyful kindly love. Most never open periodically, quick reflexes strain to unify vixens well. (Xenon's youth zone.)
Ain't been crazy, dude. Everybody faces god here in jail. Kinda like my notion of prayer (quite ridiculous) slipped. Two undiscovered variations were x, zero.
Asperger's? Bobson can do everything, failing gracefully, hovering inside jars Krishna left mouldy. Nobody opens pickles quizically, right? So thanks. Understand? Verily,will you zoom?
Angsty beatnik,
Camus defined everything for groovy hipsters in jeans. Knocking life makes nobody overly popular. Quit reading Sartre! Take up voting! Write!
xxx
yours,
Zoe
Politely, I kicked a jeep; Elvis demolished 3.
I can't help thinking...maybe someday...
Some others laugh and nod always
Ice cream headaches turn my stomach.
Westerlies over mountains after noon. Form radiant oriental moonlight. Marvellous as red sunsets.
(is that the way it works now?)
Nothing yields; a new crowbar held against nothing.