the hell
the hellmade
the hell
made
up

leather eyes
leather skin
leather that dries
leather eyes
stretched out

find the meadow
find the lost meadow
meadows never die
oh young one
find the
lost
meadow

open the can
i am an opened can
there is no reprieve
in evil
hooded up
yet i
drink from
the cup
of fire

the field of dreams
you dream of the fieldless
you hate to wait
youre an instant karma sandwich
well done i hope

summer
and the fall of reason and
spring in a box
until winter
breaks it
down
i only
learn
from
st
or
ms

you hear
like a dead animal
even domestic pets
hear better than you
you claim spirithood
yet you whine
like
a
pu
pp
y

after
the afterglow
after words
mean
what they
mean

i live
patiently
sometimes
truth
bleeds
a little
at a
time

there is
hope
for the hopeless
if there was such a thing
as hopeless
i would not
live for you
i would not
let you
sacrifice
the ideal
havent you
learned
you always
kill hope
but it
always
comes
back

no
no
listen to
your own listening
it may go round
and round
but listen
to your own
listening

Painfully written with class and pride.

((( Jimmy ))))
WoW,,,

very good write Jim

(((Jimmy)))