Beggars a Poem by Jeremy Matthews

A heel to feel the love that knows no bounds to make a beggar of a beast. The thorn in the king's crown. The rose that stems heaven to the ground is begging in the fire to drown disdain like opening of the petals to the sun begging to be plucked of the ripening character. The give me guy where lovers fly no more impoverished decline by rivals design destitute inclined. No more starving affection fed by beggar born appetite by which it feeds upon its own hunger left out no longer the wild has come to feed nipping at the heel

Beauty a Poem by Jeremy Matthews

Beauty shines so bright all through the night to outlast the day. O how the hours do crowned sit in resplendent ardor to credit destiny with will and to make up loves fill for beauty can behold the seeker as such light glistens throughout the day and night like a cresting wave in the chest rolling from a distant shore in grace. What a pretty face reflects heaven and earth dancing on the water. The eye shines and the wave drops as beauty has struck soul a shimmer in the eye of the beholder

Bad Times by Jeremy Matthews

Where pain is a foot and treachery an arm on a clock rotating its dismal counterpart of apathy to step apart in pain. This is where disdain shall reign and an ass shall have clear vision yet but I smell the trick of it as discombobulated is the time out of tune whereas is the prime foul stench seething being is the stench ruining a wench to triumph in pity and pluck the crown from the ripening time in the hour of decline? The words were not constant born in eternal beginning for the rising of the becoming will not stand for such pity mongering

Bad People a Poem by Jeremy Matthews

The care of the seed brings all wounds to bleed planted in a desperate hour of need before the seed was planted. Spirit had to grow but love wouldn't flow so men bear deeds serviceable of their own. A various nature born in capricious nature spinning to fallen easy prey with no honor to stick on attacking in the back. They press on in bloody footprints in fear of communicating with alack of what to say. Shame bears their way disdain frames the bad seeds way in its entirety. These men fall short of regenerative masculine abundance.

Bad Behavior a Poem by Jeremy Matthews

Ill-mannered pestilent rogues bear not the wits of bound glory. False pride manages their station protecting only themselves. Alas the counterfeit mocks the truth by cutting off mutual communication perpetuating self-denial in their manipulation only pride without honor only falls short to live is to die for a noble cause to fear thyself or what happens to thyself is to give up honor and bear the appurtenance of a man of rank in obsequious delusion to get them to marching across the canyon before the bridge was built not bound by any cause higher than themselves. Squeamish goes their presence in a cockney's battle with their own wits.

Background of the invention

A never before heard of battalion of innovation compiled by one of river boarding's own inventor representing an up river rapid rider and the inventors never ending quest to serve his sport with a mastery in the art of shaping a river board that will out last with the creator himself and survive the charge up river in the elements of the roaring rapids within without rising up like the imagination in us all. A seed cannot grow in the field without the darkness beneath the surface of the inventor's imagination illuminating growth through the darkness of the unknown taking the up river charge.
     All other watercraft means of water beneath the feet are a separate field of invention due to the fact that one would not use a tethered river board to go surfing, wake boarding, skim boarding, boating or water skiing. They may be referenced to redundantly speaking of course thankfully since the invention herein in later sections described in the descriptions and drawings is not made in the same manner though some of the same combination of materials and processes will be used. One skilled in the art of making a river board may simply go and ask a store clerk what any of the prior referenced water crafts were made of and intuitively come up with the how but since the inventor has made use of a prior invention search and the record should show that the inventor has stated in respect we need not compare separate arts.

Babies a Poem by Jeremy Matthews

Souls home quest life giving from the breast to the belly stretched rest of return. Babies yearn to suckle the Mother and expand who they are though their spirit still uncertain where they are. Growth becomes certain of what they are. Renewed fluidity in the breast brought up from the bellies burning and the life's fires yearning. Pouring the turning of the world as love gets twirled from beginning swirl from boy meets girl in what makes the world go up and down and good things come around through babies sights and sounds development surrounds