Poets Corner (February 9th)

Yes no maybe so we don’t know what way to go

Make a flow fallow the steam

Redeem the means that is meaning to thee

Understand that all paved road don’t need shoes

To travel; go alone.

Bitter sweet grass of wheat

Green to green my fellow cruel

Please arise set damnation aside

Do the deed to rest in peace.

Unearth the peace rustle their sleep

Ground marks 0  

Dug it up 6 feet deep.

Creek the oak that suddenly broke

To reveal one who walked the talked

Ate cake and squawked.

Laying there on top of the square a little gold diamond

On invisible white hair.

Grubby greedy grabbed the gold

Dished it down in the durable bag.

A flaunting rich man soon to be

A shake shake here and tipped hat their

All the riches but no despair  

But under his hair he soon to swear all the item inherited

Quite fair.

These questions arise when they open their eyes

A familiar shine

Could only have been held by ones divine.

Persons snoop try to doop

Long live the deadly king

Grave robbing fiend.

Pack your bags no more time for brag

Your rights are gone

Prolong your fondness

You are now lawless

Flea Flea bullets sting

With a ring to the bloody ears

Life be lost swear to swear.

Yes no maybe so we don’t know what way to go

Make a flow fallow the steam

Redeem the means that is meaning to thee

Understand that all paved road don’t need shoes

To travel; go alone.

-Maximillian Valdez 

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