Bouquet of Sharp Teeth.Cold Gravel under my feet ,Cold that I had no cover to warm myself,I've Lived Here once in side this wound They call life,Life that I have Made the Same Mistakes one after another,This Floor I lye On Drains No pain from of me ,I Lye apon this Bouquet of Flowers Call Life,From what cause from touching the same flower,Flowers that have No thorns but sharp teeth,sharp from one Victom after repeating Cold bites,This cold gravel under my feet,A Flower that Has No Thorns,This Bouquet of Flowers are Full of many Sharp Teeth, CPR 2007 James Landry.
The Learn"Still to the fact that my eye's Roll toward you,Learn that a Once Drop Tear Ripples from a Great Fall,Ring of waves Color'd from the Sun Light ,Like a Drop of Oil in Clear water Rainbows out ward,Those many Shades of thoughts like colors ,Once Learn of a person you can Lable their Emotions like Colors,Then to See my eye's Roll,To see my Face Drop when I am Displeased,Call it the Color Gray or call it the Color that you Choose,Then I can Learn My self like you Know Me.CPR 2007 James Landry,
