in summer dress at meadow with partial clouds blue sky
occasional trees and wildflowers and mostly dry
grass a side view of her
Unresponsive- for a patrician-
A disingenuous counter move...
Passion looks up and has a woman's bow
around the sky's first view
Next to her is an empty open wine bottle...
Beer and a 1/2 full liquor glass frowns
clasp pen in hand clicks it 3 times
Visions  on paper which has  become equations (equals)= ******* as green metal eyes  pinches hand at gratuitous roots fetal dry oak leaves  call to more vice
Visions now superficially continuous heightened
final looks ascend and she  is  out of view

In subvention of wishes her repose- a disingenuous bibacious aversional.
Returns to find self slumped on her awoken body again
            However
suddenly the vision returns.

Subterranean if she's alien and disappears
******* vast escalators to the sub terrain
she leads on
a blankish grin

Yet being behind her leads on to it she steps
hundreds of feet disappears from vision
So you've finally discovered human flesh
flight spying contact lead to gnoll
Am I real?
Is this where I take you to be my beloved
Is your sky blue?
Ambitious dreams is one amalgamation but governing sustaining improving- conservations
Those have  much wider assertions of love
  than rings and witticisms

So you speak girl of the rapturous meadow?!
I take I've been watching you for awhile.

(feels not as original or a truth of ideas however schemes well)
Tally of mace on nucleus of life's decrepit rung
Desperate dance attributes poison apple and silver tones
Inducing revealing cold eyed banter vaudy poems
Insidious demon tongue nor right from wrong
This is our Halloween
Layers of loess everywhere that time calls out
To the lashes of rancid social whips
Daring as shackled warted frogs motionless hips
Another death angel amasses and stumbles about
Forensic silk of life's intonation...
to defer avid devil
voiced cloth into... pathetic aberration
Masquerader not knowing right from wrong
This upon our Halloween song
Aptly a force fire and ice
That strikes a zeal
The zombie pieces of imbued flesh squeal
**** flying birds for altar thrice
Rescind all spots in the pews evil runs through
Sharing nightmare of attrition with nervous children who
Invoke ******* ghostly images of iron bound evil views
In shadows of society's passion of rot
Dire is walking misbegotten ground
Hate fear floating abyssal holds resounds
To wear costumes and rejoice barfing... who fought?
To next generations this passion we try to endear
Is an act as desperate as it is most insincere
This unfortunately my vicious evil queen
It bequeaths the truth of all our Halloweens

Tally mace on nucleus of decrepit rung
Desperate dance attributes poison apple
Inducing revealing cold eyed banter
Insidious demon tongue nor right from wrong
This is our Halloween
Layers of loess everywhere that time calls out
To the lashes of rancid social whips
Daring as shackled warted frogs
Another death angel amasses
Forensic silk of life's intonation... to defer avid devil
voiced cloth into...
Masquerader not knowing right from wrong
That upon our Halloween
Aptly a force fire and ice
That strikes a zeal
The zombie pieces of imbued flesh
**** flying birds for altar
Rescind all spots in the pews
Sharing nightmare of attrition with nervous children who
Invoke ******* ghostly images of iron bound evil
In shadows of societies rot
Misbegotten upon dire walking ground
Hate and fear float as an abyss holds it dear
For this is our Halloween
To wear a costume and rejoice
Is an act most insincere

As We Access
With that which emulated taxation wanted for matrimonials
Under gaseous shadows lord Belial
   magistrates the Coriolis effectuals
I'll have a ienth an a yottle ay!
Pat the innocence versatility grips domino falls wind of whips as tryst-
broken stacks the trim- of rings broiled of cream-
swoops attacks dens of moots
Shekel fancy went its way
blaming you and so twilight elections
morose or of hosiery ...

Is it more than a situation that one can lose?

Stepping, oh no you don't! Dismissing, oh now that's defunct!
Party goers immaculate, yet nor where they were  mentors...
just fictions belittling    
what down here this sit clown and the proud town
saw as shadows of the country we might ourselves
            court to lawfully adhere
The bottom of your left foot rates
what the right fragmenting a habitat freezes
  a la mups(muppets)
Chalk sidewalks ***** streets ranting godless talks skirty keeps
Whose working you now folks? The self you do and don't have or
images of the nice work and programs on the down
sliding bumptious daring promises with angels
legislating more hey you *** kiss whether solutions
dabble yee gregarious
... Therefore payments are there and people shut doors
   the work of glowing pretentious cavalier bookworms
or strident gualish waitresses looms or killers of the vainglories
accounts of the under cued...    each are do soon
I fear, however, not to be put upon... the return and go cycle of repeat
before the laws of nature
when life begins
then thus prevails
more than fears
or a faire of grace or...
  whatever with the likes of  tail between legs divisive evils prevail
  with runes of glyphs of the dance strength...
  and trial that accesses it as well

This friend to you is the ****** of me...

That much work was invited to be an augur for
that which took place while pamping your ***** face
When you first choose to defeat the imbued and mortified
you'll follow prints of clarity and you yourself, which is self defiled
Sit in the hash marks of the hay it's the reason your face is in a friend play

Rest in peace guffaw, badly and sadly keeping a nest
for the Phoenix's age is a part of the glory and splendor
Say its pet to impress your companion incumbent mayor
Through a fraction of infractions, of less I'd be crolling myself
on Friday evenings you don't get to go there, no more posey tosey slim suga' zoey
We're in remittance all the way from our pacific coast playground
Into being that friend to you and I to the ****** in me
which breaks Solomon duty's glib structure and ends the deaf ambiance
As if watching it translate into a game player who turns the food and slays the fox
How are we sippin of the main course How are we shuffelen' on the reign tort
How are we slippin on the main roar
Because you'd cry in a brown wily suit at the state of life
in the sauce of a business day for whom you kept a sunflower that wept
So be it, the relevance of being a friend to you is addendum; the ****** in me
I don't see why that makes any sense I labeled you a failure alive even while you play
Those video games and societies like a spike waiting to hike how much I hate you aptly so

Then one day a place that leaves no boundaries
The need makes duplicitous ideas of morale as a symposium
Then each sound place in your mind is chaotic and yet invasive
God will lay behind a chain of sin versus survival and beauty with symphony
Yet what state did the availing claim make for their own, the ones that stood behind it

Yes it's a property of life, being friend to you is the ****** in me

I young chicken inert inside I...
Have feeling of dealing more for paths with implications
Never coerced dancing logs on fire no satisfactions
If you shallow through a lay away mind
You're concrete with no sanding paper only
the gold and silver tongued tile layer
Whose this? At the walkthrough of contemplations
ravine in a valley
If you want a different fill then with so so suds do
your belly justice

Can was should will wouldn’t couldn’t
Knowledge hate reveille amassed enamored enraged entrusted

Now and again we meant together on
the word of the hour
Trust me as you might
your wondrous mighty new super powers

Sitting tykes burned foliage dendrite dikes
Little must devil and dust fastidious proclivity
Burgeoning each gamma and beta flee with light eddies arid not temper
Summers fink dropped sweat waxen goliaths bracken bracts flummoxed of ashen desert
Trial of carbon of smothers sisters and brothers graphite delusions of water fed gnats blasting the torrid fires
Leviathan confessions wields fuming digression from the truth of need a fleet of mighty 747s water drops!!!
...and Phos-Cheks too! Said Smokey the Boo!
Channel the gas tax to what need be done
20 Water tanker 747s at Edwards Air Force base
now maybe the real war is on!
Even if you take the face value for what it is(a good way to fight fires that's been needed for decades our paths must have strayed) there's no arguing the facts of the mission people lose houses their lives ****** disarray it's only a tax shift and refurbished fleet of jets away