love poetry

it be
okay, it's alright, backed our'ed heavy
head'ed natured and our'ed mad at
by ever. with loving our am and deals
and believing this does go cure our
heartbroken and make sure we don't
fall for the same hole twice, is and
be all. hopefully this turns out right

Sad today bbg

once
up on, a fussey named yogi decided to wander his
computer, he wanted friends, he did all the crummer
work online and worried he be not what he thought
he were and so on, at the point of utter distraction,
both his parents newly come from outside and the
mart with his favorite fast - food meal, horrendously
bashful he said to them both "you are be the very
best"

thank u...

Gusty Winds

gusty winds let it be the roughs that pass us by.
gusty winds that knew no better. gusty winds of
drawing inward. gusty winds of roughs that give
out all of a sudden calling out of attention to draw
thus down, gusty wind do not get out of self for

thank you ...

i say, take it easy, we are just human.
there is too much, nothing, we relax.
be busy as a charm be all, i guess.
the point of be human be chin up

there once be fond a fussey by the name
of jesus christ, born in within tree's given
among wooden quiet night of pedestal
and the animals that be critterish must
have spoken, and there were peace in
his chest and fondness and
refreshness, and he knew
there would be broken
burdens and longer
lives

come up, even if we have tumbled
down, come up, that is be part of
about lesson of about day to day
good belief

what do we trust. who do we trust by how
come. there are be so much mistakes out
there and there are be so much wills going
on about, if we get the crunch - times and
the ruckuses far away from squared with
all what we got, we