the driveway in which the vehicles of our mind’s synapses
in a meadow,
endless, constellation of possibility.
This very electric voltage vehicle can transmit us
into the calm waters of Naples, a water route driveway that brings sheen.
As we close our eyes, as we delve into the deepest pits of our imaginations,
Grazing her hair
leaves me in stuttered despair
I know shell love how i hardly care
of what I say and how I leave her in dare
I walked across closer to dance on
waves with her,
Wake up with me Long Beach!
and smell the precious reasons why
we’re the US city thats a peach in a garden of peas!
My professor began to haraunge about the honorable jobs she worked, here I grew impressed. IBM, Microsoft, Black Hawk, and Dell was the mainstay of her conversation. I could not help but to lean in, closer and closer, she continued, my mouth dropped lower to touch the floor. Her lecture converted me to consider how astonishing the world of…[Read more]
the dab of my interest splashed in, like water thrown up by a hurricane blow of a raptor
I rubbed my chin to show how imporessed I was
concealing my bright rigor for the vast wet meadows of knowledge,
a bank, an endless bank that I had to acquire,