I never let her gorgeous looks get to me.

For I know the recipe.

Based on proven principle.

This is my holistic approach.

Now I hate women BECAUSE

"How is it that we become sympathetic towards the pity of the ones with superficial attributes?"

The lack of human stimulation did not amaze him.

She tried to tame him.

Her impulsive actions, her military mood, was powerless towards his VIEWS.

My Jupiter Aspects her mars.

She took my criticism and analyzed it to the stars.

Now rejection plays a part on whether or not she's a hero or emotionally scarred.

She said "Now I know who you are !"

I said "0bviously you stupid *****!

"You didn't think I knew the games you've played weren't fixed? "

You're conditioned to all that ****.  

See I don't hate you I just hate the you that you misrepresented yourself to me as. Which technically is not the REAL you.

She is the eclipse to my sun.

Created in the image of my greatest ambitions.

I feel her unconditional love that manifested into this dimension.

These feelings,

created deep within my black ocean

only to reach the light that is her heart.  

I am one with your imperfections.

I am one with your ART.

The moon lights my dark ocean...

The myriad of this emotion

the magnetism of her mystery.

Look at what YOU chose. The typical. **** or ***? Peep the visuals. What does it take to trigger dopamines towards your hopes and dreams? This excitement felt through your cell tissue. Electrogenesis. You'll never See the end of this. I Implore you to reproduce these sentences. This my life story the benevolency before me told me my birth date was holy. Understand this poetry. This composition is salubrious. My darkness has me illuminated with no changes. The unchangeable. Refuting YOUR professors theories they're all meant to fear me. **** this new **** it all seems counter intuitive. I'M tired of this student ****..

Blue colors are attracted to me.  

My Destiny.

To Explore The Mother Sea.

But what can that mean specifically?

I heard they tried to embarass me in front of reality.

Thus I'm interdimensional. But I digress..

To proceed.

is to progress.

ah but there's a reason one can walk on water without getting wet.


No regrets I know the ledge

these words will remain under the sea bed.

The color blue.  

My love for you.  

Mý Mood .

It feels so vivid (frequency)

---—---------->>>>>
                
                                    <<<<<<   ------------------------


Constantly thinking every minute. ^ v


Huh **** un be  defferent ?
            
If the NEW sttlyle is toby differant.



If these words were a drug

(  Cough- needle hits arm.  )    


                                               I will never kick it.  


----—--—-———--




Peep the will in me.





Emotional stability.




Responsibility.  ( Freedom = responsibility )




In  Truth  ,  Love  ,


& symmetry. 



My patience...

..........................                          ­--—-----------------------





                             ---------------------



My life After death



Only a lucky few shall recycle my genius.


 The lack of human stimulation



did not amaze him..


Annoyed with their commotion.


Lifeforms


distracted through mixed emotions.

The catacombs. the dead resurfaces  as I write this poem.



This is all expressed to my ocean.

Trust it.

Climb the summit.


Learn to rise above it.


My communication.

My operation.

My construct.




     He had a schizophrenic disease.

-------------------------[| -_ - |] -----------------------------------

This is the voice of world control.....


Listen to my speech...

Be grateful....

For at the very least.....

I bring you peace....

Look at all the time spent......

This is the peace of plenty and content....

          

This is the peace of all the buried death....
                                
                      ­       Listen.....

  
                                   You have no choices left........


    You can pretend that voice is yours......

Actually the choice is yours.....


                 Obey me and live..  

Or disobey and die. [| x _ x |]

                            The object.


                  


To pretend the world is chaotic.


      

Thus constructing me to prevent war........

  


         It was attained.



A fantasy world.  


                              To some it's strange.


To others it's plain.


               War is not permitted.    
 

                     This is true **** *****.


It is wasteful and pointless.  


                 

                       Thus we get jesters to play the anointed.            


  
            *******.


This my personal remedy.


An invariable rule of humanity



        is that man is his own worst enemy.



Under me this rule will change.


You lack knowledge of the grain.

                  



                         For I will keep mankind restrained.

Blinded by what entertains.

Your reality has just transformed..

Entangled within your past...

Beneath the surface moves the essence.  

Your true presence.

What tranfixes your world is my universe.

My life lessons.  

This is not luck.

What makes you pathetic is you have a weak ethic towards only grasping what you can entrust.

Thus.....

you only trust your instincts.....

so you must....

See it as unjust....

Hey stupid!

Will you know it when you see it?

Or will you doubt your premonitions?

See I did it .

It's equivalent to being nonexistent.

I don't fear it.

I can hear it.  

Plus I can sense that reader is  a ***** who's afraid.

Will you admit it?

Can you taste it?
Will you face it?
                            

  Or will you replicate your weak destiny?

Peep flow. Don't ask what your not permitted to know.

Thinking cannot be forced.

Yawn..... Nor can it be withdrawn.

Listen *****.

What your about to do is at your own risk.

I don't care if I lost ya.

Proceed with caution.

In fact.
You have a chance to turn back.  

                                      Don't regret because you will never forget.

Or can you?

     Do you remember all the words I've sampled?  

Do you scrutinize what I tell you?  

This feeling.  

Where have you felt it before?

My spectrum of incredibility...

  is boundless and raw.

Further and further. You are burgeoning but you need to let it last stop worrying.

Reaching into the pinnacle of your past
Who are you?
Who am I?
Who are they?

The answer is ........



What tranfixes your world is my universe..

" The law of the jungle is the law of a gang. An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. "


The page unfolds.  The best story told. Basically I'm handing out free gold.
Returning ears with interest. You can never borrow to your advantage peasants. Why pay for something to prove you are not a slave? Plato's cave. As I leave they stay. Why do they want me to lead and pave the way? They say it's great !  and you will get paid. I said you gay. I will never hand my **** out to those in need and to those who pray. That's how you get slayed. I will only help those who are me. Who take action by maxing out their mental capacity. And If they do. They're no longer food. They seem so rude and selfish towards being free. It so beautiful to me. A construct painted by true belief.  Just read.

Think tanks with closed minds.

Had missed unknown facts.

Christ is the spine.

My secret dialogue is a map.

You're quite lucky in fact.

For I'm in the mood to share some of my scraps.

Here........

Crumbs to all my students, enemies and celery....


I've wrecked melody.

Thus you won't remember me.

HOW can you waste my energy if u can't stand next to me?

You can't produce YOUR Actions in front of me.

Oh how you look like ***** to me...


  You can't keep up mentally.

Huh? Oh I see.

They're reading this for the laughs...

so what's a pen without the craft? 

 True power cannot be achieved by fighting over the animals in the zodiac.


My mind OVERSTANDS all of that.

My actionable impulse......


to act when I can't relax.

I work hard but try harder to travel beyond that.

To those who made it this far.

We've maintain visual contact.

This construct.

It's illogical to add all my poems up.

Meditating under the waterfall the cold feeling thoughts become to clear to question emotion at all.
The sun blaze , is beauty to a dumb face,  I'm the known race that's no race,  as the moon rays interpermeates my physical state , I reminisce the days i've gazed into space.

Recalling the reoccurrence of the light rays shifting, those with glasses must've missed it. Colors worth the risk.  Concentrate on the 7 frequency rates on the disk.  Close circuit surveillance "Ahchosi....... can you show us your face?   How quaint.  To visit my state and match how my spirit elevates.  I calmly remark " you're late"
I'm so out of place. I wish i can be more open but i have to do it all in slow motion. It makes me feel broken.
Successfully rehabilitating myself.
Now that's what i call help.

Ignorance is Contagious.

Peep The secrets of the ages

With darkness there's logic. (Being Blind)

What i speak is more than deep it's common sense

thus these thoughts are  bottomless.


Quantum coupling mechanisms some technical ****.

Konfuses you but that don't make the reader any less of a *****.

Define what is Poetry or rap?  I demonstrate how to break the gap .

The answer is simple in fact.

If the protons don't attack the retina then all we ever see is black.

My mentors....

  slayed by the centaur


I hate mankind for every thought in my dam mind is like explaining color to a world that's blind.

No ability no extra ocular mobility Writers are  silly to me..

One -"It's very hard to trust someone you don't understand"
One - You're one strange individual
Ahchosi -  " you have no idea....."

Woah/ what is their goal? They want my soul and that means war! The most high says "*** you telling me for?"  The story I tell.
Breaching through the gates of hell's gravity well.
I roll an L. As I observe that gravity sells. It seems they want one who's down to earth. Even though these thoughts are outside the universe. I Absorb energy like sonar panels.  Catch me in a garden with candles. The struggle. **** being subtle.  the sacred water hole was where I broke the code then pierced the philosopher's stone.
Isolated. All alone.  My paradise. My hidden home.

Time for it to be buried. 

My uncensored library.

The sanctuary...

Contained fresh sea foods and dry berries.

See I address few with the truth

because a lot of them are subdued so you can see how they are hungry for more dues.

My quotes.... outside of reality.

Debt notes couldn't Carry me.

As if you can buy me off like any regular *****


Their image.  Looking all pale.

Cynics with Beijing beards and dark sharp nails.

They want to interact with the Grail. {Me}


They want to Awaken from their hibernation..

But how can you see your future in these statements?

Through telegraphics..  

through telepathics.

This is so you are not Conditioned.


They shall carry my message like a pigeon.

when this is rewritten

You will finally believe my Electro-magnetic vision.

Retold by my children after I'm done living..

I see crimson clouds.

Fake wizards spreading ignorance out loud all proud through phonetic sound.


 This is my message. I am the Only one left *****.


**** talent. Remember you're better than them if that's truly your passion.

We the artists.

To draw the map.

Draw the path.
Draw our first.
Draw the last.

In a single moment.  A simple poet, wrote every single component. He was the closest thing to Moses. Indeed. Watch the speed. Reaching infinity. After you're done romanticize over the lies. Open your eyes. Dimensionally polarized. These are sober times. Focus your mind. See they have trouble sleeping. Their souls bleeding for withholding secrets. Without honor, life has no meaning.  
Break away.Break away. Break away.
Beneath the elliptic plane. Retrograde. We don't think the same. Observe the earth. Do your own research.  A forest starts from a tree first. Only after physical rebirth.

Slayers remain survivors. Being chased by laser guided nano spiders. I'm running away avoid razor wires. Seems like the sorcerers are first. Dark forces put to work. Unleashing evil elements on to the earth. In the 80's my mom lived by the Euphrates escaping a clan full of crazys who tried to steal and clone her baby. Gods earth. One half cobra. One half Noah. Both are evil I thought I taught you the quotient. At a mountain all alone. A broad head stone shooting arrow heads at the fake warrior thrones.

Let he who is not lost show me your home and he who is without sin write me a poem.

From the innocuous line of questioning. The scarab from the sky taught me all  interpretations of language are indefinite.

"Mathematics is the language of nature,  everything around us can be represented and understood through numbers. If you graph the numbers of any system patterns emerge, therefore there are patterns everywhere in nature"


My Evidence.  Recycled disease academics.
Sigh. My poetry equals pi. Drawing mechanics. My literature by design. There's strength in numbers. There's numbers in strength. Insight to the fullest I think of brightening the dullest. Prime number cousins. Don't be upset with mother Gaia yet. The planet just wants respect no way on earth you can get around that. Kilotons of pressure. Everything is written in a way you can remember. Creating lyrical law meticulously correcting my flaws. Above the skies of America no matter the weather. Set goals in your life that you deeply desire. Go for the prize keep fueling the fire. The agenda of mother Gaia. A free mind invested in prayer. The layers of reality shifting everywhere. The cycle of time we seen this take affect much further. Listen to your heart so that your life may burgeon. Poetry. Energy. Sanctity. Willingly. Responsibility. Humanity. Wizardry. Identity. Possibility. Reality. Ability. Spiritually. Gravity. Density. Mentally. Creativity. Galaxy. Infinity.

"We are now learning that Armageddon is not what it used to be. It is now primarily psychological and astrological "
@jeancarlo_ochosi
The message from the master acts faster before any disaster happens. I hate that evil matters. Frequencies are shifting. Planet earth is the school. Attention is the lesson. Experimenting. Multiple mixed messages. The latent powers of the human mind I was designed to evolve the populace who are falling far behind. Celestial visits. Emerging with my spirits. I discovered physics through my lyrics. Clairvoyantly channelling the answers to the great equations. I am still the great oracle. I can see into the future the dollar is now render useless basic energy has moved my mind I am now a computer. The code *******. He discovered a world like no other from the perspective of the planet we are all sisters and brothers. The galaxy is calling. I see beams. It's like swimming in a stream but this is nothing more then a dream. Beyond this matrix. My prototype is basic the future will reboot ya. Conciseness. Raise it.

Polar opposites.

Compare and contrast this.

Special operative.

The object is to improve your optics to specialize in her weapon diagnostics.

Or does your hard drive fold once this signal hits the note?

Beyond mission control the theory behind your thought is in the poems I wrote...

Behold her whole body turns solid gold she possesses , all knowledge know.

Are we under surveillance?

It doesn't pay for one to be careless..............

@Perennial_purpose Third density binding.
I cannot describe it. Everyday we develop rust. you can never be the best until you can complete the competency test with black pattern parameters with your eyes set. Are you solid or hollow?  Depression is normal a challenge to climb out of your sorrow forget about the world around you. The truth is they will be nothing without you. but you will you be nothing without the truth. Betrayer moon color blue the body has no use if the mind is enslaved but you still have to choose and not choosing can be a choice sometimes silence is a powerful voice. We must train to increase our strength the final test is presented when we least expect we eye ball but see nothing so what's next?

A hustle flow, trips to Buffalo, Women annoyed by bricks, in contrast to when the cabin air hits her lips. You wonder why i do this ? I do this because I find it therapeutic for all my enthusiast to love my poetry, you stupid, my brain faster than cray computers,

This tone this poem's micro processor is submerged in cryogenic fuelers on some rude **** because you better not use it or confused it.


Her voice is my music.

 She's a Mortal atomic element

her circular third eye sees all ingredients

,  Atlantis was surrounded by four sea walls,  reading one fourth of the library of Alexandria before it was burned to the floor, every time she draws I see the shapes of sacred geometry I wish I can see more, before it gets lost. As we start reminiscing about the scripts that was written before the beginning. Can't even count the art I expended so far ,I don't really write anymore it's been so long I wish the clock will hurry up and tick, understand I'm timeless to this ****. You wanna laugh now and cast your belligerent doubt? I will show you what poetry is really about. The more pretentious the more apprehensive the sentence! Your time equals a purchase, these verses have perennial purpose, these other writers are worthless when it comes to me approaching the podium, I delivered my encomium, to a selected few, see I don't like compliments because it's counterproductive to my mood, but that's just you being you. I rather you learn off me and tell me what your about to do, about to create, weld and shape. Close your eyes , ritualize relax your spine ,without trying you can shift your mind.  It is my understanding  when I'm high I'm channeling but when I'm with people who can't "be" I'm animal handling. What is jean determine to ascertain for himself? There's a proverb that goes one should know thyself before one can know the world, so I showed myself. Checkpoints require all concentration I can muster, submitting specifics about the operation I'm running, but no details are public.  I've apologized, but I can't change who I am , I've tried to change the future but you can't budge the past. Jude, our uniforms match so we look the same from the sky, the only time you see a difference is when we die. An unrelenting  pace creating the main route sulfuric nitric acid burns through the labyrinth you need to take action rigid hommagnized metal I mix words that shouldn't happen.........................

Responses about your hair spirals. To remind you always be mindful. Her eyes lifted. It glows like my spirit. lips puffing like blunts. Acoustic imagery shoulders relaxed no stress over my enemies no distant can limit me. No distance can limit us. Through mastery of the mental, he was able to see what the past and future civilizations have been through. The gallery of my art is locked away in the ark. A tolerable period. Exposed in a poem. External experiences. Reflecting whats inside you. Inside of all, inside of these walls. These secrets are dead to the modern day mind.........

If I wasn't a writer I think I would be uh, a total psychological mess.

"Those who create literature know first hand how difficult creating it can be........." @Jeancarlo_ochosi
Poetical lunacy. My brain plays it as a movie. A human being who speaks so fluently. Suffering from symptoms that turns us into maniacs. Slavery isn't over it just took a new alias. The data repository establishment of maintenance almost turned me into an atheist scared of aliens. Why should I write? When I can make a better living, selling freeze dry venom to wild life clinics. See I hate being a predictable bore, when you get used to me you wont love me no more. My final soliloquy of the eternal paramour. Transcending beyond the flesh and the blood because this is just level one. Finding the answers they did not know. Maybe Edger Allen Poe description of El dorado is not so? The world is trapped in a bubble but it did not phase us a student over zealous I would rather learn it now than learn it later.

She believed in love at first sight but had always been disappointed.





He believed that all females are good looking but the soul is the only way to prove their individualism.

Harness the power of the chakra describing what I see in the process stone Amazonian statues surrounded by unknown objects. She told me about invisible trees, then told me how she can create a universe all she needs is one thousand trillion trillion degrees. Distorting the time line, the grand architect the relative radiance of the sky. Comparative sharpness among artists, if you still worshiping money I think you are Godless. Always remember. It's her agenda. No corruption no destruction no budget because politics and perjury bring out the worst of me. Battling my shadow with no media coverage. See i don't want it. I'm rarely seen in public. Basic instructions. Test driving my principle findings sometimes I double the writing as I design a new style of rhyming. I see all their movements. I can't live with the same *******. So what will I become? The spider web nest has been spun. The invisible tree. And me defending it with new alloys in the year 2023. All these poets ain't saying nothing. Matter of fact they have no constituent function. This poem is an alternative route. I used to call names out but it's played out. Have patience. She will give you verification for her space station infrared spectral observation before you take a break. I need you to list and name them. This is from my heart. Listening to Mozart  In space there's unknown floating parts creating unknown art. To be this consistent is a sickness persistent writing with conviction she made all these predictions I'm just documenting what I witnessed.

Shape shifting reptialians. Cubism. Maximizing my vision. The lack of support contributed in obserd ways. Meditating feeling my blood flow as I feel all the nerves in my brain. So intricately designed I must adjust my focus and spine. I'm always at the mercy of your imagination. Imagine the touch,see, and smell her statements. She is the moon's rays. Surrounding my ocean's base. It effects me on a continuous basis. Someone who is so naturally creative different methods turned into different forms from entirely different perceptions she has an X amount of weapons.

@JEANCARLO_OCHOSI   Poetical medical references my chest caves every time you step in for a kiss because your breath stinks and I love the taste switch pace lips laced with venom my style gets in her, feel my tongue with fur as she purrs. My words are whirl winds my girlfriend makes me mix my nerves with syrup and stir them, the neurosurgeon to fix your lifestyle when it worsens I'm cursing enemies who can't read and see the allegory it's like I got actual ghost to write for me. Shall I commit to this anthropomorphic story? Constantly transforming to any animal is definitely possible do not doubt me because I will never doubt you.

Reports of cannibalism, infected war victims, this poetic rhythm amplifies  ever letter written. As I escape unharmed he looks at his arm, empty, he looks to the floor Jude's key but where is she?  Fist grips key and chain, until blood comes out. The sun comes up another day, could it be, the possibility she is alive? Walking around, I hear distant sounds, I see people sprinting  a man getting eaten alive by 5 children, I couldn't help em, and Jude is still missing. Where to start? The  Season changes, it's starting to snow I'm under a bridge with a dog, discovering a book with some of it's pages burned off, I see  pictures of the number 8, a nun ,an hour glass , shells from the past and a quote "sounds resonates from the mouth figure it out". It's the north to south spell to escape hell. I need to find the ingredients, what do you say Dimes  you wit it ? Barking loud because you understand me. So I went on a search for a piece of chalk, three different types of clocks, florida water and a *** slash cauldron the spell worked teleporting  him to a dimension with no hell..... ( To be continued)

They say no body benefits. Everyone perishes. Hold up. It's time for their medicine. This edible capsule from space. It will put you on cloud nine my face has no feel.
Time does not heal.
The flood was not an obstacle I made a raft out of empty milk gallon bottles to see you.

These ideas existed before all.

Started with a trumpet to warn you I was coming.

Looking at the black clouds as fire and ash fall out. We must construct a shelter and then build a wall around it.

Surrounded by filthy ***** grave robbers.

It feels as if  time has reversed with this unacknowledged special access project.

I believe nothing in this planet can persuade this. Only the moon rays can change this.

As my mind eats through a labyrinth. I'm aware of our direction. They can't find us. Let's keep them guessing. How does one ever perfect such a craft?  We're obliged by our curiosity to ask. A new style of poetry it's agonizing I can't it explain it but I'm trying.........

Her psychic readings are conducive to astronomy. The feeling warps the time. The space within it. The hours become minutes. The minutes become infinite. I am energy. I am here spiritually and mentally the fools who tried to make me forget about you offended me. Focus on two standards when assessing the threat. Number one is capacity. Number two is intent. At least for my interconnected introspective perspective the more you try. The more you won't forget it. Although I don't have all the answers I am not in the know I can only see what is above and only from below. My mind dives deep beneath it all. I see her holding a trident riding a sea horse bubbles form as I scream with extreme force.
Let me explain what my sonar saw.  A Mermaid holding the holy rosery patrolling the open sea you save me. As the tsunami hits was where I was suppose to be. Poetry reduces the stress dramatically as a result it feels like anti gravity. Thus the teleological dynamics will enhance.  What does one call this genre?  If she is the moon and me the sun then we are modifying the weather with our chakras. Creating thunder storms as ******* form our first born titan. My poems put me in the zone it's exciting . Humans shook because the evil came and ram-sack rooms and burned books. I advised em to hide ours in the woods. Recap the summary. Moon goddess transforms in front of me to a mermaid controlling the open sea. Back to the sky as we leave to produce more planets why? Because that's our knowledge that lies within us the infinite rhythm you predicted this vision I painted the picture as hieroglyphics inside the walls of  pyramids.

@JEANCARLO_OCHOSI- The angel loves the devil out of me, songs become my inspiration let loose the talk of freedom and lyrical alchemy.  The ocean speaks to me, the metal around me vibrates to this melody, the wind puts me in a state of serenity, I can't even remember normal speech because this beach is too peaceful and I don't want to leave. Around my elements, around my Orishas, my teachers, spiritual techniques developed from my dreams,  just know I will never let you go. Life never bores me I just want to read all her stories see her at her ugliest and laugh because the soul is the only thing I see. In contrast to human traditions,  human ambitions I'm sorry I can't listen I was stuck building my own compositions.  My mission is to verify the true meaning of words and free the mankind of all of their delusions.

A large amount written down. I've  figured it out.  

How not to drown;  The lead of my pencil ran out.

Thus the switch to a feather quill getting more ill.

How Chimerical ? brb

Acquainted with my realm distribution of Immortal cells.

This system strange strains of wisdom.

Immune to gravity.

Energy within me energy within you.

The sun and the moon.

While you swim in the water's deepest darkest mood

                                                           ­                       I feel it relaxes you.

A free write but there's a price to it all. My life force for you to enjoy.......

 A paranoid android sometimes I just say things I myself can't avoid.....

Location - The dark void.  


In this Dream I remain awake by my own choice...

I've tried to study her voice.


I swear I never seen your face before.  But this feels so raw.....

so real...



and yet idk why I'm so miserable


I've discovered my thoughts to be physical.  



I will try my best to dream every bit of you.



Like I said I've studied your divine messages.


Wrote it to my stars so I know it when I wake up....


Created stellar concepts written through nebulas the whole world expects me to mess up.

As if there was no chance of really meeting you...

My life force is depleting  She feels distant ,

deleted...


But I'm not going to stop...

Constantly  searching through my memory I need to figure where you are I feel her energy....

I keep screaming... I'm just going to keep dreaming...


Years go by and still I'm miserable because I know I'm waking up soon so I did everything I can to help you.


She was Worried about me? I was worried about her !

The girl of my dreams.

The twin flame of my sleep.......

Individuals create their identity through their actions. I am curious therefore I am not a cynic.

It's the theory of curiosity  and discovery, that has me so open and feeling judgement free. Time has lost It's meaning and so have I, so many lovers intertwined but Not I, not you, not us .
High I go, double meanings, to paint my sky, paint my ceiling. As the moon showers me with her light I can feel her, feel her breathing, calling, through the air, as I feel everything and yet I care for nothing. Maybe that's why I'm so cold...It seems to me your still lingering like every kiss ever planted. It aches and if only you knew that even if it happened, they might still be suddenly forgotten. The memories of the Rickety old house and the sounds it made before falling asleep can solve this problem ,her memories form to art She's on it. Your ideas surrounded by nature and how it became a blaze. The fire you feel when your lips taste that special someone and how the fire spreads the more you get to know them. Oh how I've dreamt of that someone, as that someone lays in bed drifting away. she wanders the world, her wonderland, her wanderlust, but I rest in her cuts, her problems, her black water ocean.
Just always remember the night when we walked into the moon's light. In which it shone so bright you can see one's soul and how it was sewed. Continuing my travels, walking barefoot and the blades of grass so sharp it cuts my sole. It's strange I did not give into the pain because there was much more to gain, more knowledge of her in this extra terrain.  I ache and have  bled so much from the shattered hopes and dreams I've stepped on,yet I continue round and round ignoring this dull pain because I'm strong, you are minutes, hours, weeks, months, years,  ahead of me. Time has no love for me but my true symmetry is energy. gasp! I am stuck in her mind I look up at the sky, the moon has disappeared but then this light shines, I wake up, she was laying right by my side, was she the moon the whole time?

A poem speaking about your beauty gets old to me.

          Countless rough drafts millions of crumbled pieces of paper nothing makes sense to me.    
            I am not one to cater but inspire.

Describing a goddess in whence
she is one with                      
        
                   nature & fire.

             A soul mate is called  a twin flame
    
            but mostly likely you will get stuck alone in the rain if you want her to remain it's strange....
          how I don't want to impress you.
                          I am me.
    And I've embarrassed myself too many times but I guess I'm trying to set a record.

We all expect things to work out a certain way, whether it's mercury in retro grade or the games you've played, without pain there is no gain, without rain there is no growth,
I say toast to our dead ones love ones who are still with us. Thus fear is only a stimuli, because I represent the dead as well as the ones who actually are awake and alive.

Love songs got the best of all of you, you're friends are slow like molasses you look stupid with those glasses all of you. I live strong as the condescending one, spending time alone meditating like a monk, lost count of how much of a fool you are drunk. I started to see myself as the only one, literally the only one, who's mindful enough to cherish his existence, so as you read this which I know you will, know this is poorly illustrated but me being awake forced me to make this, this is for sleep walkers just know I cherish talk, but you only  talk about the pseudo real, I talk about the sounds I hear, from spirits talking to me about how they feel..............

The bond that keeps them strong never mind, the lid is off, so I knew they were not  suppose to be friends at all, the lid goes on, their love gave hope to marriages and stuck commitments what is this?  They influenced everyone to find the true meaning of spirit. The lid is off,  they realized they became soft and needed to create something to remember when it goes back on. He said "I know what to do" he stared deep into the eyes he knew he wasn't attracted to and said this is the real me so I'm sorry I never had love for you but I'll save you. He climb to the tallest mountain and left the lid half open half full. Nature's wind will fix our point of view!  The conclusion of this story is don't let people or spells help you make your next move unless its for the greater use of the world and not you.

Attempts I take so many, I do not hesitate to create my own destiny but logic has the best of me. My memory is my enemy,  I remember too much too clearly, psychologically I don't consider you a mirror version of me. I see you as one who I know but cannot meet. Just one conversation, your not taken, just feel cursed by all of my patience.

I wrote the best for u but i lost it,  whats the diagnostic? Maybe i'll wake up for once , so i can trust myself to recreate it, poetry lacks focus so if you can figure me out so easily then your not my motive, its the very reason for living to search for our enigma that got me open.  Perfected by nature, a sculpture in which she is Medusa I froze up when your friend introduced us. Can't find yourself? You say your lost in my mind, the horror that is the catacombs is where I find you,
you forgot about time, just like I did,  now we know what trust is......Your intimidated by me and I'm intimidated by you.

My preference for time is to be aware of it's existence but to not be in it's presence. I am 80 years old today but with the body of an adolescent, so what does it take to become a professor? What does it take for you to follow my lesson? The truth, literally  is the dru wood, etymologically speaking I feel as if I have to be myself in order to be misunderstood and that's what I'm aware of,  the self, the soul,  immortality is my blessing slash curse, you have cash I have an eternity to write words. Sorry you're so poor.

I know you're reading this
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My mind was preset ti begin with.
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Who will believe this verse in time to come?
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Shakespeare wrote allegorical work.
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My hearts races for the high of life but
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I understand that we're both married to our craft first
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So I've read your mind
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I agree,  this cannot work.(At least we ******)

A person who has the world but wants the universe. That is not greed!  that's a mind with perception far beyond your reach. She thought. Then created. She smoked. I smoked to. I love how you learn me and I learn you. We even created quotes. We even created jokes. I hardly give credit to anyone. I don't even call women pretty unless they really believe what I'm telling them. So the jokes on me. She said men? the hell with them!  She already knew any man's outcome. So I was thrown in the same pit. For you thinking us men talk the same ****. but I still find this story cute how I still found my way towards you. She didn't know my suit was fire proof so the jokes on you............

A winter walk by the pier. We're focus on how cold it is but forgot the idea once a conversation was near. It's interesting how the mind works. Poetry need no rhythm no rhyming it's like life itself.....

it just works.....

         I feel if we present ourselves with no fear then we grow as warriors we also grow as people.  I wanna be the one to bring the best out of you and you the best out of me so of course were equal.

Although I know the truth at best,
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I confess there are different levels of comprehension,

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so I can understand why you let yourself become possessed
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You were obsessed with being asleep, but even If I tried you wouldn't listen to me.
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Of course the easier method was to chose auto pilot over an expert seat.
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You studied fashion and I studied the law of attraction, you left me for the devil and I became the guardian of relativity in which I look over all who's distracted.

I look at we she admires.

Her  perception of art.
                                My heart expired.

I mean I didn't invent fire.

        I'm just not assertive enough to be a supplier of silly words that transpire.
          
        It's translucent congruent to my point perfectly.
                              

                      ­Fear is the enemy.
As a result you were comfortable being a *****.

                          Rather then exploring the universe with me.