For lack of a mother's love
Found what I've yearned for
A place words could never describe
It must feel like this
A love I've never known
I don't want to come back no
THERE ALL THE TIME. GIVE THAT WONDERFUL, INDESCRIBABLE, SENSE OF LOVE...OF BEING LOVED, LIKE YOU'VE NEVER KNOWN...A NAME. YEAH! BLESSINGS TO YOU, LOVE AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Listen Up: Only Time My Momma Ever Hug Me Was 1974
Went Back Tow Car From PA To CA--She Was 74 You Bet
She Knew She Would Never see Me Again--There Is No Love
Lost For Her--But, What My Dead Brothers Bastard Daddy Did
To Her In Lieu Of---
Whence I Get To Holy Hell They All Better Be Hiding In Hole Some
Wheres Because I Find Them --F--king Bastards Are Going To Know
What Hell Really Is...
Not more bubbles. Watch out for those bubbles, Jane, they have a way of bursting, as I wrote in my recent poem. Then you will have to come back. Better yet, don't go too far away. John
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
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Listen Up: Only Time My Momma Ever Hug Me Was 1974
Went Back Tow Car From PA To CA--She Was 74 You Bet
She Knew She Would Never see Me Again--There Is No Love
Lost For Her--But, What My Dead Brothers Bastard Daddy Did
To Her In Lieu Of---
Whence I Get To Holy Hell They All Better Be Hiding In Hole Some
Wheres Because I Find Them --F--king Bastards Are Going To Know
What Hell Really Is...
Kool Keep Em Comen Write On...
TRASK...
Ron
Mother nature ... if listened to, will reveal her love.