Daniel McCree

 

A lightening bolt a flash in the pan a step up to the plate a do good man a mantra served a sidetrack swerve a roundabout way i feel i must say the going gets rough up around my way only not so much. the time before, i knew how to struggle. i knew how to thrive I was taught to survive thats why I'm alive I've come to the conclusion that the here and now is what must be reckoned with and when the chips fall I will be strong enough to handle the verdict. I'm uneducated and proud. I'm a strong person. I look at my past and remember with pride the stance that came so naturally. In the face of adversity I stand. Without adversity I wonder. I miss being adored and fondled and sought after. i'm demanding and rude for bringing this to attention I'm landing on "food for poems" no pension Powers that are Powers that be Power that is, set sanity free to go out in the world approach you and me acclaim will accost you and no one will see especially (name) such marvelous docs appreciate movies not sad little cocks ******************************************

Anxious motives and sinful conifs Hairbrush handles and harmony Hinges on the Rock a madagascar monkey springs to life when the meth he's taken seems to calm his strife a minute later the fun has ended he forgot to eat and his mind is bended a branch of the government you might not have heard of rake him over coals and smack him around a stillwater and a weatherboy a bullet and the breeze a skillet flys in owls direction a skill denied has a ring a hanlebar is what you are guided like the breeze a noble a no good thats what they are the residents did say a stillwater comes out with it with wet i'll pay my depts the weatherboy laughs and says lets change that, and pocket the rest daily they would meet and greet sometimes they would kiss stillwater sometimes missed his face an integers concrete faith in humans consecrated tested bested bereaved a long walk at night will fix for now the bleed The fact is, i'm a little weary of analyzing this whole subject. I was taken off my trajectory with love. Scrambled eggs and love were available day and night. My schedule was my own. I painted. I put into emotion into everything I did. My nodes are proof that I did wrong, no contest. I made my bed I'll lye in it, only now, no bed, just a couch. A lovely couch in a lovely room with a lovely view and no touch. My blood is warm and I want more am I a loser or a winner? 100704 i'm in a crazy mans denali, we are both to good for this world, or may have been at one point. I'm more selfish than my good sense tells me is allowed. I make comment after comment that corners me in. feelings come and go. my love is spit on then validated. i'm asking for forgiveness and sympathy, ask me for love and i will give it to you. Thats Glierre for you. The feeling I get when I live outloud is wildebeast. A wildebeast just won't do. I'm into bisons. 4:20 I've a severe attitude about alot of things. I saw myself as more important to the world than I really am. In a mysterious alternate universe I visited, I was being taken on a ride. Several members of my species would come on board here's what one says....I've painted my wounds away..... dignity was lost I'm duped stumped silly and sad, my hearts a little worried, but its not all that bad. Work your magic and bail your hay cancel subscriptions to endeavors that may shorten your time and incline your climb, arrest your development and abscond your breath. Assimilate kind souls of a like mind.

Responsive behavior will enable the responsible people of the world to hold you in high regard as a renowned painter with retroactive tendencies, remiss of amoral activities instigating reactions of proportionate reparitions.