Once the Earth was waiting too much
Flowering the best code
It look like a wedding planned
Just for it to land
The earth was blooming to much
The birds were cooing
To pleasant it with lei of love
Even the quiet was speaking too much
Waiting for it like a plant wait for the sunlight to bloom it up
It’s finally arrive, but it was eerie too much
The earth soaked calamity instead of luscious
The birds weren’t mellifluous enough
even the quite was deaf enough
The earth was sailing its own recked boat in its own land which was bloody enough
It was raining too much that the drops were salty enough
It seems like the Earth was waiting too much
Once the Earth was waiting too much
Flowering the best code
It look like a wedding planned
Just for it to land
The earth was blooming to much
The birds were cooing
To pleasant it with lei of love
Even the quiet was speaking too much
Waiting for it like a plant wait for the sunlight to bloom it up
It’s finally arrive, but it was eerie too much
The earth soaked calamity instead of luscious
The birds weren’t mellifluous enough
even the quite was deaf enough
The earth was sailing its own recked boat in its own land which was bloody enough
It was raining too much that the drops were salty enough
It seems like the Earth was waiting too much
recked but pay no heed and through the wood's
to a gas station though some path witch thought it was warning
thick and dark
couldn't have caught me
a rock 25 yard's to the left
it was early and they were on brunch
the stand still stood off silent
not even a twig snap in sight
save me from my sins, lord Jesus.
I will be perfect in your presence, as always,
in your name Amen !
please this and please me like I said,
before we split up with the time of confessions.
This love poem will split into two, like a busted
recked boat.
As I have said please me with anxiety,
for I
have split
up from the devil in me
Oh, please me and I will do
my best to search your inner thoughts
in the bible, your holy book of wisdom, my God
What just happened?
I am commiting my entire life to you.
So, love me without perfection.
Be with me always.
There is no rest for the weak of heart.
When your lifes recked from the start.
When your worlds been torn apart.
There is no rest until you depart.
When there’s nothing you can do.
There’s no way to pull you though.
You’ve been dead since the age of two.
And like I said there’s no rest for you.
What you’ve sowen now you must reap.
In my world where talk is cheap.
Life don’t joke it plays to keep.
You’ve been told there is no sleep.
Life is hard and nothing less.
Make it though and pass the test.
You’ve worked hard and done your best.
Now go home it’s time to rest.
Steve Crabtree
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