08-19-2013, 03:18 AM
EDIT 1
There it goes up a massive structure.
Beautiful, it's assembled together,
bars raise up, a grid of trees.
They work in as one watching another.
Faces carved. Eyes sketched out.
Looking down at you, then about
the other folk, going through their day.
I wonder if these structures shout.
Thoughts these buildings must feel proud,
looking down not in awe of ground.
Once I saw a moss covered crow.
It dances here and there than found.
It did not move at all everyday
solely became a lie in May.
When I lost my eyes to the imaginary
I thought I may as well fly.
Structured.
There it goes up a massive structure.
Beautiful, it's assembled together,
bars raise up, a grid of trees.
They work in as one watching another.
Faces carved. Eyes sketched out.
Looking down at you, then about
the other folk, going through their day.
I wonder if these structures shout.
Thoughts these buildings must feel proud,
looking down not in awe of ground.
Once I saw a moss covered crow.
It dances here and there than found.
It did not move at all everyday
solely became a lie in May.
When I lost my eyes to the imaginary
I thought I may as well fly.
Structured.
Only one thing is impossible for God: To find any sense in any copyright law on the planet.
--mark twain
Bunx
--mark twain
Bunx

