poem by thomas pembrook-regine

date 11 apr 2014

brain storming --------------------

things are static arms are tired music to the ears but girls and i are ecstatic we have extruded steel

we have formed fuselage we smile until the talent is at full speed. triumphs of spirit make the commerce flow forward persistence rewarded serene brain storming new but not judge just let go imagination must roam fire burns the souls teach only what is useful you know the gists rescue the knowledge she looks formless magic in test-tubes wine in season that pours for our reservation.

sportive lass she may miss the excesses but life travels far to please everybody greed can be good if one is in control knowing what gives reason to pull one s sledge through snow of knowledge is hope of resolution one gets to know more and more then one will find nothing s a bore. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!