'...the glamour of being " awake" is blooming torture,
within "mind"s vertical lines,
mirroring its empty fortune.'
~

'with no capacity within its prayer,
summons,
Humanity.'

'showers of Grace ...
route's flooding,
beyond surfaces,
I am free,
embraced.'
~

'In 'ice cold water', minds get slaughtered!
As the body shivers,
Its struggle's dying without even trying.'  
~

per words denied,
sharp tongue cut's centuries,
yet!
its service needn't immunity.'

'Loosen its grip while dragging a holy brick around personage's neck!
It is one 'hell' of a maker,
waving a finger in a land of  lost hands.'
~

secluded,
without vision,
quiet,
no wonders 'here',
formulates itself,
cropping spectacle,
drumming its heart until it prevails.'

'One pool,
'hundred experts' sinking,
split body pieces advancing,
liquefying borderless,
does not '****' that which did not create.'

'Being ready or not is irrelevant, when tissues are wearing off and bodies are quivering, in each storm, are swayed by the wind, as eternal peace of delivering.'
~

'within peace,
human's narrative's pouches
are
empty
of anguish,
empty of bliss.'
~

'high!
refreshing so to speak,
never shy,
neither weak,
muscle,
'two' inches over hill.'

Regardless of its virtue, 'relationships' are craving' delights! Digesting' sentiments within its empty,
One 'finds' love without its appetite for being found.
~

Healing. A myth. The most generous illusion of all. When I go to bed in pain and I wake up in pain, the only 'interval' of peace befalls when asleep. Even then dreams appear like...family of zombies hunting me and regardless of what follows, peace remains! So if I remember while asleep, that 'my' dreams are random, appearing within me as peace, why can't I remember, when 'awake', that a painful 'reality' is a dream within 'my' sleep, and all displays through conscious are nothing, but a script in the wind. Where do I find myself a 'bed' and how can I sleep, when I'm all along sleeping my dream.
~

'is not like it made a list of ways to assassinate itself!
expanded linear optics 'are' washing its canvas,
demolishing its Own existence
inside eternal preparation to understand,
near it will smear as 'It Is' Becoming stained,
traumatised landscapes,
embraced within a character's temptation to escape.
now!
how epic have 'I' been my Self.'

'tremendous cruising,
through gate's vertical lines,
unbothered,
Nature eternally snoozing,
as I 'am' sleepwalking awake.'

'..human's patches
seeding undercover,
flesh merely's worth the effort,
in whatever I discover.'
~

'purpose'
within life's eternity is just a pause,
a fragile moment's tiny punctuation in immortality,
as I,
in truth's strain trials
Am unfettered.'
~

'It collides, in this master segment, records articulation's dead, therefore alive! The windsurfed purpose of those who didn't catch the drift is long gone, yet still beside, climbing downhill, consumed in praising for nothing in faith's genuine friend's infinite zeros of that, which has no self of its had.'
~

'for I ...
there are no diversions,
as no battle on diversion has yet been declared!'
~

'exhibited its delivering,
upon heart's collection of crickets,
lifeless,
yet shivering.'

'enjoy your bliss,
dive in the affection of its goodies.
it shall pass.
enjoy your suffering,
Own it while you can!
sacred Humanity,
existing extremity within its thicket,
stretching its legs, listening to crickets,
searching for a winner of a 'golden ticket.'

'Its spiral sprang!
Hanging from a string sprawled in the forest amongst trees,
ran with fireflies and burning horses...
like a mad man mirror's reflection of none.'
~

'snapped its mind on an edge of a realm,
irrelevant 'two' marks from trial's earth,
now's an unfettered run.'
~

'the Truth is that...
''my'' heartbeats!'
~

'When the Sun is in flames, hooray, comes the ultimate 'cook'!
Earth trial of homemade recipes is One of its finest.
Don't be shy, undress to impress!
Dare feel the hotplates' burners and dine!
Mind's alert! Can't you see,
'Chef's baking the most exquisite s_ _t for your dessert?
Love, thank you, and Bon appetite.'
~

The death of human design and its nature...
Shredded my heart into a fortune!
~

'Once ****** out of 'its' comfort zone, the body aches!
As discomfort matures through its screen leisures,
It thrives...
'Knowing' that in each umbra,
mind's tool are an empty treasures.'
~

'I, in the land of the free ...
'where' would you be without me!'
~ Ego

'In grace's barefooted shuffles,
conscious' pulling spiritual muscles.'
~

'Alive...
Is between breaths assets!'
~

'...and It made an artisan!
Seen by those who aren't born yet.'
~

'Trust no tomorrows however pleasant.
Let the yesterdays bury its dead!
In the breathing presence of truth,
Humanity's departing leaves its trail on a cloud of dust.'
~

...'I's sweet conversations, full of half sentences!
Swapping its thought inside uninterrupted nap.'
~

'Between brackets won't flee.
Comfortably in its pause, the obvious Is barking!
Yet impossible to hear nor to see.'
~

'Sees 'within' itself!
Unveiling undergoing's Births as infinite blessings.'  
~

Once the 'Art' of ''Beating a dead horse'', turns into a serious hobby, Those, floating between holly banks, navigating a 'boat',
are majoring One foot in and out of their throat.
~

'Until facing the umbra,
One's sleeping with 'the' lights on!
Once awake within its slumber, 'sees its shadows' as it is.'
~

'I', seen,
eye's cataract ...  
savouring
the edge of an erratic router.'
~

'I crewed 'today',
...
O thee,
have you puzzled me
with care,
in the land of the free?
~

...this 'body' miracle birthed,
breathed,
fed,
neither bad nor good,
in ignorance's purity,
'misunderstood'.
~

'...found its way and bred a 'game',
to undo the rules of mind and frame.
And nature laughed away as the voices grew,
washed out the field and buried 'their' crew.
So how does a 'twilight' paws!
Closer than a heartbeat, knowledge flashes out,
in every now 'abolished',
within 'a dream' it Is, as it Is without.
Hasn't walked 'for days' though It followed,
Human marks within Nature's empty trace is of little use...
for the Earth to swallow.
When 'mind' plucks it up in its Is.land of doom,
thoughts all have turned up into a choir of a glorious fool.'
~

'Starved or fed,
companies' universal numbers are riding conscious carousels, spinning its head in silence' under-covered majors!'
~

'Final' slumber, all too human!
Maladies gazing the shape of its breath,
hushes all summons of mind's twisted rope,
quivering within a bold attempt in shaving its 'thought'. '
~

' shine bright it says,
  unknown,
  gone before its arrival!'
  ~

'broken bones!
joints growing judgment!
it beats,
but I feel strong...
dozing pulsation.'
~

'...when you wane,
would I comprehend,
your heart' vertical rise,
reaches no end,
as infinite love,
I am here,
loyal friend.'
~

'the greatest 'surgeries' require sharp cuts,
within its natural invasion needn't anaesthesia,
nor 'patients'...
as a tool to operate.'
~

'Moulded in vertical drawings,
Valley's peak drills holes in the sky,
...In vain...
'I' floating ignorance 'Am' celebrated disposition...
Of a God's ego claim.'
~

'There is no way to love or hurt ''another'',
when sinking within my heart,
Truth needn't approval.'

'The affairs of singular tales are living within its absence.
Once 'adopted', its alchemy evaporates.
Shiny tools for thee,
unbothered what it can not flee.
Through bland swells,
has aroused within a bubble it seems,
drooling out the flavours of its being.'
~