momentum 3 part c

Newbold

leaving you with the current poem of sorts sorta.. well yeah the current poem…

power poems (the ones that make you sweat)

Love is why the wind kisses the lights, all light long the towers of babble bibs.
hearts are why we sweat when we think it is on and on in the tower of bibbles.
far from now is later when we regret nothing not even the, well you know ?
ears never stop hearing the same meanings of the same word written over.

Standing in line, is hard to do that sometimes you don’t understanding in line.
beyond bound and tied like death is a door to cry and pry open by the hinge.
pray i know how to end this poem before i get there cause the end is not cute.
studies of long eating spells food from quilted gowns like living inside minds.

Free of life love living being known beginning by now another power poem is.
what is the point what is the way what is now or day anyway is better then me
See the vitrified virtues of life when cooperation is bent of diverse evil of man
crying till crying is like sweat just rolls off the face the back the 4head alive.

this is not ready to end yet screaming the ear shattered by and into brokeness.
surface it is all surface actual depth is looped out of meaning and timeless’s x
rain in my face where once I cried like towers of Biblical babble bounced bye