There is no time like the present

No time to call me the better man

I love you all but still you sin

You smoke like Dirk but hold your fin

Like an animal

You do not win

In absence of glory you do not tell

The winner is evil the sky the begin

Of pleasure inperilled

The arc of bin laden

Does not finish here

But there where you win

The aimless start of war can be

The anywhere else for you do not begin

The end does start to make it sin

You do not know where I cannot simply

Open your eyes to the title track

Of the lp

I love to play

10 to 1

Is not the time

It opens doors

Where love begins

I di not know where you

Cannot sin

Begin the where

When no one sins

Where your difference on the brow

And hold your crooked man

On the sow

Soo-ee, soo-ee

I love you more

Than pigs do in your final hour

Do not know me when

You power

I know you not

And love you nire.

Pyre is work I do not pleasance

Take the bow

The corner presence

Is open now

I cannot hold

You again.


Copyright Bruce E Saunders 2020

To E this time:

Missing to be or to you is to be too smart or one’s

Own good.  It is not

For all the one’s who have already found it

It is for the one’s who have yet to near it and follow it to

The Stainthood known as the Father of All Suns

It is for the adventurer the outbacker the tirade reducing

Enslaver of the peace.

Forlorn love is not for the keep it is for the ken.


Copyright 2016 Bruce E Saunders

What’s for breakfast?

When should I set the alarm for?

Give me your hand.

Can you scratch me there?

I’ll do that for you.

Will you drive or shall I?

Shy not I am

I am not shy

I am not shy not shy I am not

I am sad tonight a little.


Copyright B E Saunders 2016