Be Hind
01. Untitled
02. Oneline Scribbles

In Front
00. That
01. Untitled

Con Tained
01. Theme Visionary
02. Polite Jester
03. Cardiculations
04. Homeless Bum
05. Cuckle Koo
06. Oceans of Gravel
07. Beneath the Nightingale
08. Give Meeds
09. Composet
10. Self Less
11. Cells
12. Attributive
13. Ribbons of Rust
14. Inmate
15. Soaked in Foam
16. Desert Trip
17. Bring me the horizon
18. Open Warez
19. Foreign Melee
20. Lost Times
21. Haiku - Hopeful
22. Timely Tidings
23. The Past Presents
24. We Glitter
25. Go Get Out
26. Skit Shit
27. Passage of Days
28. Remind me Not
29. Dry Eyes
30. Oblivions
31. Haiku - Tombful
32. Counting On
33. Riot Passage
34. Oh No No
35. Old Boy
36. Haiku - Stories
37. Fragile Thoughts
38. Armageddon
39. Dumpster Melody
40. Unreheared Besayel
41. Don't Waste Time
42. The Four
43. I took a Dumpster
44. Dead Crackheads
45. Up in Cosmos
46. Haiku - Belibible
47. Sompossable
48. Tired beyond Tires
49. Run and Reel
50. Sightless
51. Hope is Opium
52. In Right
53. Right into the Action
54. Just Mere Human New
55. Catch the New
56. Haiku - Lever
57. Kingdoms Fail
58. The Key
59. Bump the Dump
60. Sweet Sixty
61. Stay
62. Recall Shatters
63. Stereotypical Poppage
64. When frogs sing
65. Them Inspirations
66. Endit It

There was a mystery
But it was solved
There a son
And we all revolved
Around him

We all adored him
We all amazed him
We all loved him
We all raised him
As well as we could

There was a murder
But it was solved
We had a son
And all revolved
Around him

We all smiled at him
We all made him smile
We caught his tears
In our open eyes
For a moment

There was a memory
But it dissolved
As the years passed by
We smiled and remembered
His time

We all smiled at him
We all cried for him
We all lived with him
Fresh in our memories
Like the dressed leaves in May
Like the snow that falls at noon
Like the rosebuds down in April
Like the cool water this June
Like the summer we never swam
Like the winter we never wasted
Like the spring we never jumped
Like the fall we never fell inside
With cups of hot tea in our laps
Lapping with pride

[ © Bob Axell 2008 ]