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.

It's not enough to rhyme so I break the very fabric of time to tell you,

stop calling yourself odd


because I'm bronze


in comparison to those drunk off gold..
.
To each his own !
.
.
.
.
Let's melt metal
.
create a tea kettle

be healthy and understand we were the first who settled. (To discover)

then beat up Christoper Columbus after that hungout with Americus,
.
.
only to conclude it with me and you seeing how they've built the pyramids....

The hypno zah - the tarot code - their heads all turn -


- they need more roles

never been infatuated with moles they're too outdated to troll

I need a new goal

my memory , thus you wont remember me, the enemy, living in anarchy answer me this,
is it a myth , that ****** get away with wack scripts? ya ****** lack the gift of the imagination, I'm bored like satan, bored of the sayings.

Your reads.  Highs and Lows. Nose bleeds. LAZY proceeds. I never met you,  It's easy to detect you. How is it?, To live Restless, from advertisement visits?,  Some call it friendships others know it for what it is. 

 Claim your intellect!  before you claim your memory ,what's challenging to you is not challenging to me, I don't play along,  I just be. 

 Tomorrow's song I learn HOW to play along!   Tomorrow's yesterday formed as a
Crooked shape ( j /L - God) i don't fit in wit your fate, i fit in with the fake,  those who take, create,  concentrate, bait the art, they always hate from the start.

Just create the art ! LIFE'S MEANT TO BE HARD! & bizarre.

brighter than being sirius, the heart is content with the delirious, tomorrow's song, I choose HOW to play along, this is me, you seem elementary to my mercury, this lack of humility disturbs me , although I'm not worried, shock test I mock the best,  just as they clock the worst,
I'm more cursed your more nursed. I stole this verse and sold the shirts,
gone before it messed up your worked.

My memory. Thus you won't remember me.
Picture this,  I'm TWO outta seven them apprentices.! Con artist.  Im the smartest to tarnish any garbage artist regardless I'm heartless.

Picture this Im two out of seven them apprentices.....
my memory , thus you wont remember me, the enemy, living in anarchy, answer me this. is it a myth tht ****** get away with wack scripts? ya ****** lack the gift of the imagination, im bored like satan, bored of the sayings.

Creating a new cryptic language.

These are the sips from the goddess 's fountain.

Deep levels of wizardry my mind constantly stuck in cardio. These reads SUPERCEDE your needs.

**** pressure. I always kept it together  no matter the weather

I will always see the TESLA in you.

You are the air currents that satisfy this mood

  the energy from my roots

             constantly fighting INERTIA  just to get next to YOU.

Salt lake city ******* salty Utah ******
I whisper judas as soon as she tries  to kiss me.  

Just left my enemies lair

blood and sweat drips on the sand.


The mixture of this great elixer;
to those who can't picture it will find it bland.

The phantom zone of terror controlling the weather, me with 32  degrees to measure.  

These spirits formed a catharsis.

My thoughts get brighter. The sky gets darker.

At this altitude this poem gets shorter.

Sipping mountain water go back to your fake order.
     Those martyrs will never figure out these coordinates...

Consulting my spiritual cabinet;  the Spirits I rap with.

STRESS IS THE ***** that ***** my **** quick  after that I

Smoke my foe's ashes

I have an obsession with creepy branches.


Letters from russia with love.
Your destiny is fighting over my blood.


The world has so much LOVE mixed with greed & hatred.


let it go.

Who really loves you?

You never know.

That's what happens when you think fast,  you die slow...

Solar cycle 25 I got nothing to hide

Eclipse pictorial scripts  form the Letter C

narrate your soul to me

these prophets

Analyze      

artists

Through the
  Intelliegent  interface the sound they crave degrades those at the rave.

sound speech of the DEAD i wrote it in red

Time travel in my head

  As your  emulating  my lead base  look at your face how do you turn it to gold? Do you know?

You lost your ritual rights

   I can prove who's the nicest tonight

scientific hypothesis you show hate with your fake third eye conscious

The cold wind warms my darkness

you can't claim to be an archer

if your not above all TARGETS

star seeds get ****** they don't cherish the gift

they take the risk

to "ATTEMPT" to defeat  my spirit

remix it 


 feed it  to their young 

 these words got you sprung

second guessing your cunning with the phony style your running,


man but you got to try something!

See that's the mind *******'re lost

YOU CAN'T COPY ME OR RETURN TO A LIFE OF FAKE BALLAST.

Sharpen the dullest  rip my skin off for more notes on all quotes  discovered.

The oracle Cthulu helps me write the unusual

  IT'S NOT LUCRATIVE BECAUSE I REFUSE TO SELL TO THE STUPID- Sike they all in -to  it!

Make this up and see what you come up with,  **** reluctance. I call it "Write there" because you made it out of nothing

 you ' write the air'   thus created something,

Improvised,  

visualized,

Conceptualize

the math to your demise my writing hand feels tired.

                                                           The elements show off their motives you are just a rodent.

                                                                       Even if i get stuck the moon just wants to ****,  impressed by my luck but it's not enough

                 it 's nothing, a novice falls for the *****.

I'm up early,

the same story gets told again. 

                                                        ­               This rhyme has no content.

The Suntoucher.

The surface was Artic cold it froze up her soul. Its remarkable. How can the sun be this cold?

Things are not always the way they seem.

To torment a woman with false hope is to basically leave her stuck in a dream..

I pity those who use love to raise their self esteem.

I told my wife to never depend on me for she can conquer it all...

and I'll never depend on her for she is not the reason for this ART.

She understands this for we are both rationalists.....



She is being reaped and sow at the same time.


For we represent TIME. I play the sun and she plays the moon.

Together we form the sky.

Take a step back.

You're human. You've failed. You're ugly.  Europe is a country.  This line can make money.
The letter three  the number Z  , Red vs Blue ,  what does a world with 7 continents expect from you?

I pray you are not alone, ah this verse has a life of its own.

My zone away from clones

how grown I am

for speaking this tone and talking to the sand.

The beach at night

The sand feels cool right underneath vision

I ask for precision

when I shoot my arrows of wisdom

we listen but never remember.

comprehension attention spans the grain of sand how do you read the beach?

It's vast do not get stuck in your beliefs.

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

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.

Skills developed from scholars who studied KABALA.

This testimony is lonely.  

As I let loose of this nonlinear noose.

I have pressing matters to attend to.

This all done accordingly.

LEAP years are boring to me.

The future talks to me because the present is ignoring me.

Poetry lost under a blue moon but I never left you.

I always came back with something special.

The poetry they all created was uncultivated

          thus foolish and basic


generated only to satisfy selfish cravings.

I call it Human contemplation.

In contrast to this magik.

My convoluted interaction.  

The clarity of singularity.

                            ¿¿¿¿       My WORDs will always contain a bit of insanity¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿

To all the weak female strands who want to be emancipated from a world that laughs

You need to let me caress your memory glands with my bare hands.

These thoughts were expressed in advance

Oh
                   how this hype night is settling in,

everyone asking me if I can tell them again.  

Simple tactics.

                Put this data in.

                       Stop talking **** and provide the action.


                                 The crowd stood clapping

                                         So listen ***

T  h e   W o r l d   MUST  S e e  Y o u r  F u l l

M e n t a l   C a p a c i t y  M a x i m u m !

"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.

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.......

The Hue of man.

Dreams.

Different color schemes.

Tints of red, the dust, dirt from this earth the blood that hits your head.

Lessons, from the Fertile Crescent.

Soil dust earth, birth.  

Take control.

  Only trust what you know.

             So understand I don't trust their souls.

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............

Show no effort

My absurd ethics  

appear unpleasant

       its actually quite impressive

           and intensive.

      for several seconds

These words appear clear

but true meaning get lost by fear.

I hear Whispers about , how she can figure me out.

But there's doubt.

They can't track me
                should of known my soul mate was the one to outmatch me.

  I need to defeat her  before my thoughts get deeper ;  lost at sea,  the letter C , they letting me ,

Hold a piece

                           of my memory

i wrote this last verse

              drained from my energy.

I was able to preserve my memory before I got my heart stolen by the enemy


they always seem to have the same tendency  

        I'M in a ****** up position she Tried to steal my wisdom

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

My mind is her diary Wired with a fuse made from ivory these blunt sessions burn down
your trees. (Walls)

Dreamer chaser. Goal oriented.

  My  physicality embraces these new taste and scents.

                                How does one truly make sense?

      I ripped my skin off just for some more loose leaf they're still trying to out do me.


Sure you can make up your OWN impression of this but I don't think that makes the reader any less of a *****..

You're all children with no brain feeling.  You can read this again and still find premonitions.

Through Detterance the tension created prevention,

which made you write the wrong sentence ~~.>

this Modicum gratuity towards brain immunity

these methods of compiling information cannot be understated.

Only those HUNGRY will be saved from starvation.

Is that not the very trait that makes us create then?

**** being worried,  it's just this  lack of humility disturbs me.

listen to this I'm going to teach u how to fish

this lyrical fitness
I've
Never solicited for each word witnessed  **** I look like selling trinkets?  

  I am naturally cruel to a ravenous fool,
for jealousy detours from my tools

             you probably feel you can refute these rules.
what the **** is luck?

           How can we discuss your savage
distrust? 

   I am the benevolency.

    You're blinded by the gifts you have received. Allow me to speak figuratively.

This is the simple complex me.

A paradox in speech behold. MOON WATCHER, SPOON ******,  Eclipse sensors from the Alef to the Ox goad who wants to play the fox role?

Not me,  not I ,  not you.

The world is Full of RAVENOUS FOOLS

Emulating my alchemy just to create something new

my blessings are a curse to you....

Combinatrax. Anything of this persuasion is considered ageless beyond the matrix. Beyond time displacement, space and spaceships beyond the reach of human contemplation.

I battled evil spirits when temperatures were frigid with no mittens crossed wooden bridges over rivers just so these words can be delivered.

Combinatrax. Anything of this persuasion is considered ageless beyond the matrix beyond time displacement beyond the oasis for nothing is complete without every piece.

who's receptive to this message? The tree of life provided me the weapon inside the zodiac divided in sections, categorizing five elements if i wrote this backwards you will still understand my penmanship *****.

Lets show them what I see, the letter C, the sea of tranquility, Yemeja proof read this read for me.

Pardon me but i must beacon your attention for more then 10 seconds, this effective mass burial method is so well measured. She calls it the ocean.

I started the trends must I show you again?  Normal configurations are dismembered and disconnected self execution methods occur after dawn but before breakfast.

Blood red moon.

Lilith said death is the adjustment to her mood.

Timeless writes rereading keeps you updated destroying frustration **** your favorite this is not a statement but a vibration for those are who are lost but made it..

Things are not the same. Retrograde.  Time to take control of this play.

As your mom alternates the waves, rivers and death's signal.  I recognize the elements  in all of you.

Ascension is the lesson. 'Good' & Bad' are perspective control definitions,  even in TAROTS

Words can be disruptive rather then constructive.

     Opportunity, shows it's face as ambiguity.

                    who said you ACTUALLY Knew me?

These Triggers towards your conscious connection

The things your uncomfortable talking about will always be protected. (Here)

Disruptive...

Protect yourself make sure everything is the way it should be. 

 The TRIGGER IS  to not be conservative, DON'T miss out on a opportunity, don't fall for the fake fantasy success in your head.


Opportunity...

really be aware who you're associated with, It's tough to make a Conscious connection


Change has to happen !!!


The power of this reading, yes these words are truly alive and breathing.

Be a rock this month this also resets the next month you read this....bless.

It's the theory of Kuriousity 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 how I'm soo cold...It seems to me your still lingering like every kiss ever planted.

It aches and if only you knew that even if one of them be true,

it  might still be suddenly forgotten.

The memories of the Rickety old house and the sounds it made before falling asleep can solve this problem ,man those were the days.

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,


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-terrian.

I ache and have  bled soo 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 as you read this.

Time has no love for me

the moon has disappeared.

I wake up, she was laying right by my side, was she the moon the whole time?

Outside the box I've watched the clock move as my style grew outside their view.

This position of weirdness.

Bald and beardless.  

Only those who follow themselves can feel this.

They're locked. 

                           Exposing truths. (Lost)

As a pseudo detox.

                                          Mocked.  

For trying to refute the fox.

  And yet if these words Ever appear foreign

YOU WILL NOT REMEMBER THEM THE NEXT MORNING.

Too deep.

                      Concealed in my ocean.

The macrocosm and microcosm


until I'm able to sew back the sky to solve the problems


it's sort of like a zipper



I rip the very fabric of time itself

Neuro analytics. /

*** is aesthetics?
                                                  The­ world is pathetic/

How much of my time have you taken? /

           The wolf has no need to read BACON/ Deeper then his will can take him. /

These low frequencies hurt mother gaia dirt layers of stratigraphy, the isotopes of the bones explains the old clones.  A zone with no sentimental tune.  

No concern to mention a common slur /get trapped in the blur peripheral glimpse I can see your curse it gets worst/
Adversus /My optimism among nurses (humanitarians)

Commercial quotes created by other commerical quotes I laugh at their notes/  

Locked inside a flock/ Lost outside the clock/ **** a pattern and a pen /They are stagnant again/ Repeating other's common sense worth about 10 cents a minute in debt with their whole lives left/

My ultra violent ray.  

My aura displayed.

Turning you crazy lost in a cave.

This  poetry as a painting

far from lazy.

As the writing speaks to me
.
.
"I'm glad you made me."
.
.
I reply  ******* PAY ME.

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.

Advance rhetoric/

         <<<<<----    \ backwards penmenship.

Eccentric.
 
                                    / Time traveler. \

Stone cutter / Lone brother self educator this burgeoning is unrelatable/

                                 Owls are known 2 meet secretly/

   Oh how they rush to copy this Animal behavior/

                               how does one mark a dead carcass?

                       I'm being watched by Star ships  as they zero in on this location/

               I told them WHEN instead of WHERE/

                 /The knowledge I've shared./

                               Helped those slay the BEAR !

Recognize.

/Take control of the petrified.

                           Remember there's TRUTH in all  lies.

          How is it that one can doubt me?
 A slave owner to those who touch the concrete.

 No discrimination. I have All The Time to wait.

They've sealed their fate. On a plate next to their mate  Because these stains just won't stick to me..
                          
                                 The World has NO mystery.

Sting me




for





I am





Immortal




our




love



is


a




portal



You


are




my




drug.

a



kiss

from you

is like acid.






I  blew up



I tripped off a hug


me on top of you


like the night sky

nd you the moon.


your hair after a shower


the taste of your rivers





devoured


my adventure







my connection








my inspiration











my flower

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.........

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.

Orbs of water
.
constant expansion
.
try writing without it being so deep

enchanted by it's solitude
.
drops from rain separated from one another

landing spaces apart
.
drips from a storm caught on the tip of a leaf
.
matured by witnessing

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..

A topic with no prospect

            one might suggest ,  we all have a women to impress.

But there are none left. So where does it take him?

To a state of degradation.

A painted ceiling with the vibrations of demons.

Dualistic-principles.

Black and white visuals.   Is he good is he evil? Is him alone?

The Moon in which it shoned on the Cintamani stone.

Absorb this energy.

The portraits in whence I hid to protect you from your enemies .

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.

I've 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 the supplier of silly words that transpire to not be higher.
    
The lows proved it.    
.
.
 It's translucent
.
.
.
congruent to my point perfectly.
.
.
 You sought freedom in the material world.     
.
.
­Fear is the enemy.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
As a result you were comfortable being a *****.
.
.
Rather then exploring the universe with me
.
.
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It reversed me, cursed me.  I'M GLAD I BROKE FREE.

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)

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

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.

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.

Lyrical inertia.

Witchkraft chemistry seems so elementary for these progressing professing purposes.

You have lost my respect for your reflex cannot accept fear as a stimulus.

**** is a nightmare on regrets? Ridiculous!

This mission gets a lyricists in trouble.

For being known is an everyday struggle.
                       I don't know you.  
    You don't know me.  
         I said this a thousand times .

Your ****** gland has been incalcified.

As I stand alone with divine chromosomes.

   The stupid are docile. yet in their eyes successful as a prize for the PROPHET'S food.

   While the self aware fails to produce I cannot feel          

                                                        what it is to lose.

words appear nervous
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they lie about your description
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indescribable
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preserved..
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harmonic..  
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speak thoughts to paper
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as the paper turns into dreams
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that is where we speak
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mentally matching our sea
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comparing no grains
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proud of each other's cultivation

The mouth is used to profess words I ****** birds unless you can connect the terms you will see me as murderer.  The harvest in our heads-getting rid of the stress before our death- 'DE'  is  to DEscend - which leave us DEpressed.
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The Red Sun sardine stone
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has clashed with the sapphire blue moon.  The red and blue tunes - the one#1 that says
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bye to the two#2 (Good and evil thoughts)
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Fighting for control. Continue on, with the reap and sew.
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13 hours  13 months  you can't even do 13 stunts!
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This is a time of opposition
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the anti christ is not a politician
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express your opposite feeling
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develop taste on the reads you hate
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I hang in different dimensions stretching  inverted  or hanging upside down my ****** reflects light from your queen's crown , Auro boris , Water represents all of this
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wave lengths of the sky
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flow from a rhyme or Ri ripple from the tide
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comes from ri or ray Shango rapid flow re or ra Lightning clause  repetitive motion , recycling and repeating broken REcords
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I feel so vain,  fun pain no gain no shame no blame no crave with no say.
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Without scrutinizing ourselves ,
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we become controlled
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molded
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melted
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weld into nothing
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Three be the feeling of doubt
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I am inspiration
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erasing  your dark clouds
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the rest is for you to figure out...