The Journey Back to Oxygen.

This is the story of how I fared crawling out of a big dark hole.

  1. First new poem in 23 years and it contains a fist...

    by , 03-07-2015 at 05:41 AM (The Journey Back to Oxygen.)
    I am so glad Russia brings again death to the world.

    It makes it clear why my Great Grandfather left.

    He apparently found the Tuba his instrument.

    While he was blown away.

    Big Lips I am sure....a German unloved...by those that did not love the Tzar's band.

    A kid. Who did not worship destruction. Only insurrection.

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    With his,
    Lips.
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