Timothy Long Poems

Winning, winning, like the bing, searching for wing, flying like a bee, for all to see, high to die for the all seeing eye, shooting for the gold, with the 3pter to be told, coutdown to down town, final seconds to engage the oppistion just enrage in many pages, of victory to the angst of defeat, glad but with the oppents to be sad, for the bulls just had the man
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Big arms soaring, with big teeth roaring, fighting god with no chance, lightning everywhere almost as a dance, the beast try with all there might to fight the almighty gods, the failure to keep the war of olipyus going is heart braking but gods always win in descendint victory everytime in war forever in history
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behind the most cared, masa no ok is at, small step for man for seperate rallys, which poker face not to go, resentment to betrayl not to worry for your kind, to kill then by the rocket
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The witch is burning, by stake, did thy, in capture is easy, says i, my rille is much to bea, in my fair i say, happy to, dare good bye my dream
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blah its a fly, atleast to me i slayed the beast, a feast there is to a bliss, leso, bleso is my heart, for wrong conversation is my ration, for in deventro send a through, i want to block the rock
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Time in gray zones, then if not knowing the tones, and not the world to wonder, to be near you is like my thunder, away from you can befall my death, red is my demon, blue is your angel, thee be loved for my poison is your soul, never to ponder your just my wonder
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best slaves, broken dreams of chicago orphans, tracing circles around excint beautifal swans grace to presume, stances of ugly misfortune to present isac with mosses with eagles of proud letters, thought first to kill or save by the own tonuge bid to use sleep
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The rainbows gone the sun is down, you can hear her cries through the wind, we were together but time and life has split us apart, im a lone wolf for all to see she mourns in the rain for shes just a face in the mist, i tried to be your friend but now you just ignore me, you see through me like i don't exist, im tired of it now, its time for you to see me for me,
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Should i forget u my boo, the pain was of a cause not of aplause, thinking didnt go onto what i needed her to be for me, i thought doing what was right wouldnt hurt me for a turn, abby i loved u for your out goiness but not of your friends, bad they were to you in turn brought me down feeling like a clown,
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The pain is like a rush, it runs out the anger and sadness through the blood, the pleasure is filled from the stains, the nerves dies from the knives, laughing in death from the silence it inspires, alone the mind will die, the body will pale and dissapear like a leaf in the wind
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