Life is like a smokey haze.
Feel the crazy waves roll...

There was was a land of potential. The potential...
One day we will make a free world whole. One...

You.
A thorn in my heart, your true form...

Seattle in a smokey haze.
everyone in a tired rage...

Those foes of mine.
Creating holes in time...

Time.
It moves on...

Time to begin.
Wednesday, September 30, 2015...

Tips, for Andrews friend.
-Never end a poem...

Watching will get you lost in the never-ending...
Knowing will get you lost in the vast supply of...

Prize fighter with words.
Every verb I've been...