Current poems in progress...

I haven't got a pot of gold
---Anonymous
just a hand full of bills and this American Dream I'm told
---Anonymous
beaten and prodded, a destitue soul
---L, US
My spirit left the Spirit to bump Body & Soul in my body & soul
---The Fourth 2nds of Tea, Santa Ana, CA, USA
Spririts surround my soul and destroys it.
---Anonymous
I have a duck
---Anonymous
It's filled with luck
---Miz, Cadillac, Michigan
No more duck luck shmuck, time to make hurricanes spin on axis
---Tea Leaves, Santa Ana, CA, USA
Time to access His grace, writing with the roots of the Earth to blot out my taxes
---Tea Leaves, Santa Ana, CA, USA
Don't think iIget it , don't t hink I will
---Anonymous
It sounds kind of empty, is there something it can fill?
---Anonymous
Oh well maybe it wasn't meant to be understood
---Anonymous
Believe me I would if I could.
---Anonymous
It will never be good if you dont try to do right
---Anonymous
But the ability to try takes might
---Anonymous
I live every day with this frieght.
---Anonymous
Every day I see this as a dream.
---Anonymous
Its creeping me out, I'm starting to scream
---Anonymous
And meanwhile behind the scenes
---Anonymous

lol

Candy in jars
---Anonymous
hands with scars
---Anonymous
emerge from the gathering dust
---Anonymous

You and your mass spectrometer
---Anonymous