Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                         There is this beauty
                                 This place
                       This land called Iowa
                        I am forever tied to it
                           And damned to it
           Where there is hope, that is not Iowa
                          Where corn is king.

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from Short Story {Who colored the Water Red} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                   When you come to the end
                      And all you see is light
                    And colors of every shade
                  You know every brightness
               You know why they were made.

Poetry from the short story {Who Colored the Water Red} from Prometheus Lives by Artist Troy Richard Thomas 

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                            My little doggy
                        He'll never leave me
                          He'll just bite me
                       He'll never leave me
                           My little doggy
                       He'll never leave me
                       He'll never leave me
                       Till the dish goes dry.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                 The rich elite have forgotten
                  The many hold up the few.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
               

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                 The floodplain is the river.
Or as the University of Iowa calls it (A good place to build a multi million dollar school complex) And then when it floods they beg for more money. Thank God they've got a rowing program, those stupid bastards.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                     Education is a cash cow
          They wasted my time upon this earth
                   I shall never forgive them
    They say they are the bastion of knowledge
          But all they taught me was ugliness
 The only thing they've given birth to is concrete
    What a beautiful world the system has made.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                 The System praises the least
                    And worships the worst.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Troy Richard Thomas

   From the great mathematical genius of Kenneth
                    Comes this holy proverb
                      Shit and 7 makes = 8

Poetry From the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                                  Drinking
                             From the depth
                                   Greed.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book [Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                Have I made the correct choice
                              Where is love
                The wars of hate and politics
                            Dogs move east
           We are the original works of horror
  Forty men hear they have Aids over the phone
                   Love and sex in America
        People without property float in the air
            This is your place motherfucker
                 That's where we want you
Naked bitch on a motorcycle, if that's your thing
This is freedom, laying amid the bird sanctuary
         Fast cars roar through the freeway
The fungus sends tendrils into the human body
    Turning the man into a magic mushroom
These people are drowning and where are you
                        Holding the apple
             Knifing incidents in the park
   The violent crowd torches a dozen buildings
Hello new neighbor, get the fuck off my driveway
                    You know he is kind.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

     The state of Iowa cuts funding for the arts

 And doesn't support recreational lands and trails

           But it does support building roads

           That people use to leave the state.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

 

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                           This whole is dying
                           From bad decisions
                           Too a lack of vision
                     An unwillingness to change
                       A slow creep to oblivion.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

It's easy to be positive when you've got money in your pocket

World economic leaders proclaim upward trend in the economy

                      The Economic Toilet.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

         Son of a gun were gonna have some fun

                Son of a bitch lets all get rich

Lets find a place where the human race doesn't force open your mouth and fill it full of shit

Find a place where you can breathe again my friend or you will find your end time

There is no such hiding place but you can always try to win

You sit and watch your tv set in despair for the hours you have spent

Life awaits a million footsteps and a thousand streams

         There are no regrets, only dreams.

Poetry from the book [Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                    Within these tattered walls
                 We live for what matters most
                        That brief joy in life.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Preview to (A Town Called Turin) Promethuis Lives by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                    The Loess Hills are a varying 200 foot thick wind deposited soil situated in Western Iowa. The hills start from the Big Sioux River above Sioux City and travel along the Missouri River flats and end just past the Missouri border. Loess soil can be found all over the world but it is rare to find it in such great quantity. There are only two thick deposits China. Iowa's deposits were created by a receding glacier. China's loess deposits were created by an ancient desert of shifting sand dunes. In China the hills are farmed and cut to pieces. In Iowa the hills are used to the degree that they can be. The following story is situated in the Loess Hills of Iowa. It must be said that the Loess Hills are a vastly beautiful place in this world.

Preview of (A Town Called Turin) Promethius Lives by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

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Poetry From the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas