Master of Disguise

Come to the place where the grass is green and real
Where the trees can feel
And the plants can speak the healing words
Green
When green is clean
When heat is sand and mess and sting
When air is fly and kiss and dream
When type can make me so many things
Be here with me
Baby
Kry to the drama kings
And be the rain in the storm of life
Be thee mess and strife
I am wife
Looking to get out get out get out
I am always here it is always there
I am young and real and fake and scared
Money is green
It grows legally and illegally
Its like the room and chair cry stop
Like the pain is real and heal is fake or not
I love her energy
I loved him momentarily
I’m a collage of word poetry

Master of disguise momentarily

-Jess
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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April 9, 2010 at 5:16 PM
hmm are you sure of your assumptions john??? i appreciate the read and feedback.. interesting that you heard the messages! very kool:) jess
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April 9, 2010 at 2:35 PM
i read this as if i knew the messages with in. i liked the way you expressed yourself. and your ideals but to ask a man to get it illegaly. is a bit too much for my wisdom. or for you to sudjest that you'd do it either. we have to have patience but also let him read this. and when he has something he'll give. John Henry Loving III
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