Pick your Favorite 4 Liner
It doesnt matter if my writing is good or bad
Because they make me feel a little more glad
I was given a chance to succeed to the shelf
And it doesnt matter that I am only nine plus twelve
Rivers essence as swift as a cheetah
The art of running as transfixed as a puma
The love of the world drives me by
But I am still sitting here trying not to cry
The hate in the world deprives
And thrives at my passion
And that fashion to excel
Will keep me in a turtle shell
In life it doesnt matter where you go
Or what you know
Or who you know
But what you did
The imagination of a real person
Cursing the world for not believing
Leaving the past behind
Signed a declaration of independence
The love from this world comes in one thing
The sky looking down covering us all
But when were cold its time to huddle together
And throw a football for a teammate to catch it
Say what you want to say
These poems are here to stay
Categorize if you please
But that is not for me
How our simple life started
Smaller then a dot on an i
We started from that little dot
Is that so hard to comply
Center of the universe is this small little earth
Modeling for the beginning of all that its worth
Four sides as flat as a perfect square
With an element that we all call that perfect air
Sitting beneath the wall nuts
Take these instruments and play
Looking at the passing butts
That all come around my way
Thou shall a lover stay
Fore this is a place to be
Opening to the marvelous day
Menage a trios excuse eh me
The girls free as the water in the ocean
Covered in layers of chocolate
Licking and teasing as she moans
You are my Butterfinger
Im getting tired of me
I wish that I could be
Everything that I see
In order to feel free
Spending peoples day is gods ray in showing you the light
Take flight grabbing the rein whilst the strange fight the insane
Torpedoing sinking the ships of dreams compelled of no doubt
One after one the fun is won in the hands on nobles toying with pebbles
The miracles of the wonders from the stars above
Bring forth a true sense of serene love
Fly like an eagle fly like a dove
Fore you are the one that I always will love
Bottles of water pour into the gutter from the skies above
The incremental inches of countless measures gather high
Absorbing the drains gather from astray
Jostling the drops jammed inside the foliage to dry
"All I got to do is try
We all eventually die
Why you wasting all my time
Don’t you know I got a mind." Nathaniel Wenger
published and copyrighted on 6-23-07
Controllable actions lead to uncontrollable thoughts
The cost is the product of the American society
The atrocity taking place between the hierarchy
Allows the poor and rich to look at my philosophy
Endeavors allow my free feathers
To fall from my wings and the angel
Sings songs of freedom so all the dumb
Can hear the freedom song
Obscenity breeches my security demise
Of the fortune compelling these cries
Obstruction in the view from my window
Oblivious the world isnt a fairy tale
Confidence overseas my boat
No flag with a waving sail
Set course staying afloat
Mapping the stars to prevail
In life its better to want
Then to have
I dont deserve anything
Not even to be sad
The setting of the time
Is the silhouette of a shadow
In order to find
Whats inside your window
Bewildered about the incidents
The ones I wont ever know
As the sentence will summarize
The hawk will only crow
Let the rain cry
And thunder scare
To all those
Who do not fare
One two one two
American crew
Step by step
Shoe by shoe
The road led me back
To this walnut track
I had my life in a sack
Only to come right back
An ascent rolls through the leaves
Parting them like the red sea
Assembling in places beneath the trees
Bringing them into unity
The view from the trees is tall and proud
With branches covering the grass below
Shaking the leaves falling to the ground
I climbed that tree and made my own sound
Someone has to open their eyes
And stop living all these lies
You must change what you can be
Because there are four seasons for you to see
Clean drinking water from the streams
Etching a river to flow through the land
Quenching all those desperate fiends
My poems suck and are so bland
Good morrow sir
What sorrow do you confer
For the night is cold
And your story you still have not told
Work for today
Live for tomorrow
Whats good
Of a lovers sorrow
I try to fly
Fore if I fly
I know
I will never die
Return of the shadow standing tall
Sky scraping over the return from the fall
Gathering where once we began
To comprise a new place to journey within
Im not a loner
Just sitting in a corner
You know im not a loner
Im just stuck in a corner Pick your Favorite 4 Liner
I make my weakness my strength
I make the worst circumstance the best
I make a penny turn into nothing
But its ok because a penny is everything
When ever you feel a gentle breeze
And you open your eyes to the waving trees
Remember the days we were swinging
Playing in the autumn leaves
The holy prayer bless me now
Opening thy fields so thy ox can plow
Sprinkling down with the magic seeds
Giving thy earth all it needs
Accomplishment is self achievement
Not a word from a soul
No echoes or even threats
Thy life is blackened dull
The carbonation of the bubbles
The excitement of a womans tunnels
The hidden places we all seek
Until that bubble starts to leak
Echoing speakers thrusting from the glands
Hollering preachers as if they had demands
Coming forth from the walkers as they come and go
Listening to the gossip from here to San Diego
The nights are dark
The days are light
The passion is within
When you begin to write
The poets hand is not a friend
Explicit emotions attempting to send
Extraordinary ideas to amend
The poets hand is not his friend
(Poetry to Grow a Tree)
It doesnt matter if my writing is good or bad
Because they make me feel a little more glad
I was given a chance to succeed to the shelf
And it doesnt matter that I am only nine plus twelve
Rivers essence as swift as a cheetah
The art of running as transfixed as a puma
The love of the world drives me by
But I am still sitting here trying not to cry
The hate in the world deprives
And thrives at my passion
And that fashion to excel
Will keep me in a turtle shell
In life it doesnt matter where you go
Or what you know
Or who you know
But what you did
The imagination of a real person
Cursing the world for not believing
Leaving the past behind
Signed a declaration of independence
The love from this world comes in one thing
The sky looking down covering us all
But when were cold its time to huddle together
And throw a football for a teammate to catch it
Say what you want to say
These poems are here to stay
Categorize if you please
But that is not for me
How our simple life started
Smaller then a dot on an i
We started from that little dot
Is that so hard to comply
Center of the universe is this small little earth
Modeling for the beginning of all that its worth
Four sides as flat as a perfect square
With an element that we all call that perfect air
Sitting beneath the wall nuts
Take these instruments and play
Looking at the passing butts
That all come around my way
Thou shall a lover stay
Fore this is a place to be
Opening to the marvelous day
Menage a trios excuse eh me
The girls free as the water in the ocean
Covered in layers of chocolate
Licking and teasing as she moans
You are my Butterfinger
Im getting tired of me
I wish that I could be
Everything that I see
In order to feel free
Spending peoples day is gods ray in showing you the light
Take flight grabbing the rein whilst the strange fight the insane
Torpedoing sinking the ships of dreams compelled of no doubt
One after one the fun is won in the hands on nobles toying with pebbles
The miracles of the wonders from the stars above
Bring forth a true sense of serene love
Fly like an eagle fly like a dove
Fore you are the one that I always will love
Bottles of water pour into the gutter from the skies above
The incremental inches of countless measures gather high
Absorbing the drains gather from astray
Jostling the drops jammed inside the foliage to dry
"All I got to do is try
We all eventually die
Why you wasting all my time
Don’t you know I got a mind." Nathaniel Wenger
published and copyrighted on 6-23-07
Controllable actions lead to uncontrollable thoughts
The cost is the product of the American society
The atrocity taking place between the hierarchy
Allows the poor and rich to look at my philosophy
Endeavors allow my free feathers
To fall from my wings and the angel
Sings songs of freedom so all the dumb
Can hear the freedom song
Obscenity breeches my security demise
Of the fortune compelling these cries
Obstruction in the view from my window
Oblivious the world isnt a fairy tale
Confidence overseas my boat
No flag with a waving sail
Set course staying afloat
Mapping the stars to prevail
In life its better to want
Then to have
I dont deserve anything
Not even to be sad
The setting of the time
Is the silhouette of a shadow
In order to find
Whats inside your window
Bewildered about the incidents
The ones I wont ever know
As the sentence will summarize
The hawk will only crow
Let the rain cry
And thunder scare
To all those
Who do not fare
One two one two
American crew
Step by step
Shoe by shoe
The road led me back
To this walnut track
I had my life in a sack
Only to come right back
An ascent rolls through the leaves
Parting them like the red sea
Assembling in places beneath the trees
Bringing them into unity
The view from the trees is tall and proud
With branches covering the grass below
Shaking the leaves falling to the ground
I climbed that tree and made my own sound
Someone has to open their eyes
And stop living all these lies
You must change what you can be
Because there are four seasons for you to see
Clean drinking water from the streams
Etching a river to flow through the land
Quenching all those desperate fiends
My poems suck and are so bland
Good morrow sir
What sorrow do you confer
For the night is cold
And your story you still have not told
Work for today
Live for tomorrow
Whats good
Of a lovers sorrow
I try to fly
Fore if I fly
I know
I will never die
Return of the shadow standing tall
Sky scraping over the return from the fall
Gathering where once we began
To comprise a new place to journey within
Im not a loner
Just sitting in a corner
You know im not a loner
Im just stuck in a corner Pick your Favorite 4 Liner
I make my weakness my strength
I make the worst circumstance the best
I make a penny turn into nothing
But its ok because a penny is everything
When ever you feel a gentle breeze
And you open your eyes to the waving trees
Remember the days we were swinging
Playing in the autumn leaves
The holy prayer bless me now
Opening thy fields so thy ox can plow
Sprinkling down with the magic seeds
Giving thy earth all it needs
Accomplishment is self achievement
Not a word from a soul
No echoes or even threats
Thy life is blackened dull
The carbonation of the bubbles
The excitement of a womans tunnels
The hidden places we all seek
Until that bubble starts to leak
Echoing speakers thrusting from the glands
Hollering preachers as if they had demands
Coming forth from the walkers as they come and go
Listening to the gossip from here to San Diego
The nights are dark
The days are light
The passion is within
When you begin to write
The poets hand is not a friend
Explicit emotions attempting to send
Extraordinary ideas to amend
The poets hand is not his friend
(Poetry to Grow a Tree)
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