The plain white T it shone
for all the grease was gone...

Breaking the silence,
the sky voices its distress...

(Alright this is my second attempt at a collab...
A bearded sage equals a thousand year old tree...

I wrote this poem for a friend of mine.. he gave...
On two simple farms...

My body tells a story,
not everyone can see...

Watching,
so intently...

It starts off,
In the sky...

You have to say the word thirteen in front of...
Times I've though about death...

The toy collector was a misfit,
among the rest of his peers...

The treee hides it's pain,
as branches fall to the ground...

*This poem is based on the song "The Twelve...
On the first day of Halloween an old love gave to...

Blanketed by ice,
the young sapling grows weary...