The seething service, words, you have enough gold
Replaces with a sniffle for another award  no meaning
can't speak mirror, doctor folds
Razor eyes cut glancing looks
your attention presents a tamer than ornery
pause for  creativity
Had this status been something good or bad for your time?...
or was it your *** caught in working to sturdy...
Mountains you're  an Andalusian on Adirondacks an Adriandak

It wasn't interesting working for the little Pan inside of me
a touch closer to sinn fein bought for systemary cracks

No less, tougher in the rain and forms of the unbroken bid to tear me right in half are little allies as...
A ****** of crows surrounding to beat down the pious orders for redemption, and perhaps what God asks of us...
in the end

Unfortunately man and woman don't know huge states of faith as.. The aforementioned metamorphosis and struggle must all be accomplished under the suspended identity and disinterests
"Join now"- an important band, cackled the mortal doors to the person yet still responding with amoral codes
Sand paper paddles from azimuth through every insect from creation swatted on the intellect like a drinking tab left for revelry of Irish families at Saint Patrick's day pub
Whether it stings ... you're a cat and can have one fish in a homeside pond
Yourself'll make you pay for it with revelation and function
simply because it exists rather than elitist celebrations..
From which many have fawned

Honor, triumph and suppose to displace
these waves that took you there
The same old sun, it ain't any other way, the farmer sends food to the table each of us share face that's glib, old and young

With increases in patience the experience takes us (at least!!)
farther than we could've expected ourselves to go,
in this mixed existence of... our inner scathing
versus this... our seething world

A vigil hynder sallow reminder

     simply remember if you sallowed away
a collusion of systems in irregular
          font for a night and a day
     sanity withholds no curing whips &
        the chains I have are sallow
        one mighty vast de-visceral slash & churn
   night turns to viewing the creatures which
   are church stars in the first case
         the middle was stillborn
Now a conscious… after thought twigs & full sailing galleys
  Me with your cavern embargo on
holdings in silver & *** for
20 count past 7 & fortnight days
     3 more slashes cutting simply sallow for
anyone’s needs have splendor
              and this is the viewing
     Vigil & hynders go once again
           lay sallow
        for this is simply a reminder
A vigil  hynder  sallow  reminder

This is the world that listens to the sanctuary...
These are the beasts that have lost all their minds...
Then and now the powers that be will unveil
As the stalking animal, till deaths done
Ascend forms of evil
Talking, telling tales the death of a friend...
"I'm not your God, Satan will evolve, touch the
magics strain and decry!"
Yet this is the time the devious demons plan, not soon enough they lie and argue adept as thyne
Now they see who holds the fortunes of the golden sunrise
Treats of the righteous fall by the wayside as hunting words
avail inside
Let the fallen and forgotten morbid angels forever be undone
This battle is now, you wear the sleeve of the begotten
A priest in the trench, seductress enchants and you relinquish now your self writhe in the hearth of the rotten  
There are two species here of the human age
A slanderous light cusps, leans, grants and excises
Though beasts are done uncaged
and people bled from craft of past slices
It is now, the few ravenous burdened, dealers of pain
whom turn, and form the heightened wars and gather the young
for the anathema reign has begun today!
Hail hail avenues shy and provoked have eased the peoples
sly syndromes of pretentious deservance to allow for this
Each has stood, understand that we must never underestimate the crooked daily crucifix which lay upon us

Alone she sits at the hash marks
Unbeknownst, reason cues you're the friendly play
And there's a rip in the flower
upon these performance parks
Pistil and stamen calls a Phoenix sage

The glory of less than this in the minds eye
Yet you chose to scream" they're my own reasons to hate!"

Have we gone to a year's end trying to laugh, be sinister
Its thorough dance,  life and death, no prayer for the beginner

Dwell as a system where beckoning remains divine
Then you shall fear the course of distinctions
real enchantment can lay
Twisting with therma magics evil spake of time
in a freeze of the cold day
Yet I assume the infidel divide, clover or fork
tongued decrees, knew of
the souls that were being sold
For as the rasp of roses sits
crowded, fire in tears
Betrayal of what you found,
the streets, reminder...
has been only up to you
over these past years

In through one out through the other
Funneled sight sound is smothered
What to believe is anyone free
Total darkness enveloping me
Irrelevance
We have the seeing eyes
The tomorrow is torn to hate inside
No escape but  this sorrow
When there's a fate of the worlds,
dark and light it's a fight
for the people we know tonight
Then they will find that all will absolve
This is the life of love now today
Reign from above and do to below
Their concerns are fires we don't touch
they don't show
Talking, tales tell so much
Nobody ever really dreams the sky is falling
A chorus begins to sing
more than simple tricks
Open the door and let there be
That theory of magics not quandary
Is that too much, then friend to convince
In a celestial fools clutch
the end of irrelevance

Save The Forests!
All the sort, all of the reasons ,hallowing cost for identity seasons
All the sort, in the witch's harrowing lot insipid reasons
Chip chop a field hop not anymore acres out the door
The storm drives in the auger a shadow totem stand astute the defined victories in danger
Mirror mirrors with the wall of looming illusions the death of the chaotic dragon crawls near alive
Tears and terrors no land is controlled by  simple extolled systemary dependence some will fall some have tried
Dit dat   devilish winding roads steel claims
bit bat   bratty kith inherit poison toad's modern papyrus stains
Now bare the core of the young ones flaccid
for garrisons of the insane
Yet still all kneel around the sins in the
forming track for acclaim
From soil they toil yet ground to turmoil from that which they begun to be bent by human weeds and their sun
All the bodies reel.. of fortunes.. of treasures.. of sovereign gold
Yet will the force positioning, of a sad and free attack,
witness legends told?
Into yesterday love and deities assail no place but spells
Could you wish for thanks more than the witch that dances for  weather yet a rain that kills?
Dimensions halt and all lives end there's no preachers  
there's no moral this could means less
than timeless cowl of pretend
Because together we must reform your seeing soul
let the sanctuary inside
Let your dual realities find love, there's a place for truth of the sons and daughters that tried...not defied
I know the rest seems insincere but clarity prints the splendor
Saving the forest not do nothing parades of glamour
For the pacific remittance blooms...
as sunflowers making apt boundaries that convince
*** tat   evergreens and all their dichotomy did
more poetry than the SAT
tich tach    sights, liquid amber maples, oaks, oh restless nights
without hope I can't breathe

Somehow I sense these vision's and all the sort have been set!
Knowing this and all the sort let the explanations forest sweetly abound providing all you can get! Science knows to save this planet we must save the forests!

A little be wretched cricket by the name of Jebda didst so sit,
upon the drat of problems...the world, a natural fink,
a setting stone, well and upon it
From hierarchy of the plains a sight to see,
the dowry of lemon trees, the vines awful
motors of the human beings...
yet intent on that day, was Jebda's way and so, went for a jump
Past old leaves dead as junk, a corpse of an ant, a plant burr, in a lump
Making way so quickly through the air, the sight of swimming creatures a thunder...far under the throws of
the greatest of distances, did so the cricket care to jump, were made
On route, on way to the place, for some, and needed
for most.. a grain deposit, a love,
a way to find which insects were friends and have a toast

Clouds of pain were sometimes about, filled with
the fluttering of beetles, butterflies and those insects
of which from the shed had been cast out..
Disease of interests too silly and on a whim,
thought Jebda, a life as simple and a grand hop to win,
these bugs had failed to find much in it to his chagrin

'I trust the rains, I trust the sun but I confess a
human is never the answer for a day
that is well begun' Jebda spoke to his little fairy,
or spry fly, he could never really tell,
but the feelings were mutual and they
thought that together they could dwell..

with others in the room to follow, all that is shallow shall be known,
as simple prizes left on the paths: no cats, a fallen ice cream cone

Preach as they did, Jebda soon made retreat,
the old swarm of night mosquitoes was a good bet
Lest to beat the sounds of another swarm didst
it get a rivaled need for treat and the two may fight
A problem not if you were safe by your hole,
with a weapon next to your favorite seat
Return Jebda did before any terror, the rifle of a hunt went off,
the milling of a crop had made loud fusion,
but life doesn't get much scarier.
A bottle of rotted wheat it looked was sure to add a conclusion

Set for days, Jebda lauded
'what do the humans call it, beer" the friends that night
applauded and even the fairy had joined for the cheer.
All in a days journey for Jebda the cricket, a life is too thin to waste,
do what you must, make haste, make haste