The moon is my mistress, I take her for my own, and ducks have no chance, rather pissed off at my luck by chance, the beak speaks..

Get ready and then...

You can call it God Something What!

Even Bill could see something coming.

Freedom is worth the fight! and Freedom is the best thing, without you could be dust and ashes. So fight that noble fight. Fight until the finall hour, and be sure you won the battle!

What kind of agency are you?

A falling empire, a deep secret, and internal unrest blanket a vast land losing its sense a mystery, in the passing of money, time rots at strange speeds while women knit faster than normal.

Sometimes the battlefield is better than the bed.

A man can't keep doing this and that, without going bat.

In times of oddity, some people follow me, and I turn to flash my abs at em, and they run, so I find the hidden stair case strewn with memories of pain, turned pleasure. Those in states of greed wish to expand, can get out of hand, but a poet writes and writes with no control over the rudder, letting something come out from within, somethings to leave with the color that is correct, to paint the clouds.