Its difficult to find a place that the force
of twilight agrees with the body...

or did per chance his-
'esquire' not notice rot
within and the spells begin

Not myself... been wondering and solutions bought
And yellow fluids forming my thoughts

Was such so abusive as not worth the
sum of two dragons
then nither?!

Challenges, seeing double oneself in darker efforts,
reflected images, a denial... cloaked in order
yet not enough strength to choose either...

Simply that one day chains of expectations
Desire, answers,- states inside a mind flaccid

Receive promises from ***** tongue tied lies
based on snorted nuances
Held down by the resemblances
to dead that made to serve
continue belayed by the joke
of life of yourself as days movements emerge

I shall not disrespect effort then, it can be
so psychotically leading
From stances of body to mind, then property,
to rails off, to the violating

Fanned out fingers of death and motion
Forward emotions hubris that stings
All for a view of the sky speeding
Its magnetic cleaving
A gestalt across pinnacle lands peaceful and diligent
For the spectacle of its brilliance as it began

Can I expect greater focus and stand derailed?
Our train for thoughts, not landed, until reticent reveals-
We formed and turned, tooted and found,
a direct place seemingly law

  the regard of wisdom fathoms
  tell tale signs not butter tripes
Is not time that similar insolence?
The gathered people shall renege as justice foresaw.

Glee in the place of prayer who can place their thoughts so well
Lest we'd be walking avenues
of light
irrespective of the towne's name.

Proclamations the virtue to share more solitude of thoughts
Which of itself is as original train... it  went off the tracks

Couple of minutes cinders free floating, auburn, yet, suppressive.
A fluorescent orange forms not an error with deliverance but how did it get there to  begin with

Perhaps a breadth of light did bless the soul

For I know not the real use - free to return to the basis wherewithal  systemary thought processes deserve what follows as they say shall conclude when only of pain

Thats not merry, rejoice, all reality follows the litany that you could have a special fate
an answered prayer for that real worth ,
a chamber of secrets if you will have waited to be
eased, soothed & ascribe deliverance's ambiance

Oh'! Brothers and sisters winning by means
of the visions lasted of years

While once... and never any thoughts that embellished conscience samples- what little sinicisms in these holiday prayers...
there are more armistices than need to
welcome reform or speak of ideals  
ode  and memento mori  old friends and I
Tales tall  have that we rationaly are physically well

But to evince what creations life's victories meant to mean
there are arrivals of whips lead by cornucopias  foods
and flowing silver hair broaches results of supreme
consecutive alarms that soon announce

Heavenly illustrations yet the sensations
eternal holds, a glorious femme

Whence seasons divided, follies... and arrives the memory of lyrics

Ascended path, gifts auspicious, send our togetherness and
make this our Christmas blessed and thanks so gracious

It's actually the need to impress.

As  seeing her wicked beauty more grandeur than a dream...
as if a  thaumaturgist sharing facts...  a warning how to work the chemical tinctures, how your doing it.

Is she a coy feral  ****? Knowing 'can make interested  those whose core advocates all companionship's cruxes- includes no adorning.

As much as losers slip about, we're actually revealed to be there faster than insects- the spiders which web  reminders, fears, no identity.

It's difficult to see one's self... to try a swanky nested intention of approach to this queen, indubitably "any way is right" internal  validity.

Please caress our person, our chimes, ***** thinks "**** I'm cheap", some great person identifies, as society vows- some if it's power.
So to speak.

Universe of causes.. everyone except the questioning. What are my failures? Ends to a means, yet, she can't go grind this meat.

With these wings, lace, lipstick, her golden gloves all just ebb
and flow... boyfriends who attack to return to ascension.

The epitome of smirks bade, perhaps once smooched by the garbage.
She does so good, that all you, are gazelle. You got a problem druggy, mr milquetoast, go  fast... for she can't have any of that, time is only a mirage.

To say it backwards. Do precious atypical she beings have an earlier keeper, did they free the kingdom of this queen and what followed?

Simply too much momentum for now.  
It seems her favor delays celebrations.

As reality is beat to the verse of the impressed and
free achievement... or not, for truth knows  
not so hollow pain can her beauty be...

As all who've ever set eyes on her with
muster of painful delight go forth eternally!

I do not bow, of these different kinds of social constructions and
With the artificial functions exampled "extera mortis"
Lets shift
And for some a more familiar substantive kind of use or example
Between definition and rationality
Social elsewhere and projective
Can be plush excepting our attributes
Entwined affects externalizations of being spiritual
Yet individuals, combinations, between punishable then thrown
Follow some complications even acts confused as Holier than thou
Find an anchorage started by a path, a faith, a cause
To be masked or within a home of truths. let us ease each
Who may be sent East to their harvest or
West to find spices and joy industrious
Ignorances, body, trellis, enochlophobia, passive gardens of bemusements
Who stakes these claims?
What Id controls the ultimate devious justified externalizations?
A behavior, exemplars, shall we greet in this revelation with askance
No!
Perhaps simply the same self a sentinel daily
Confronts so demeaning a demon that strikes each day.
Witness metals magics the one true choice of freedoms and pride
Glorious saying in the end we are all much the same
Did not these social confusions have distaste
With you the truth
Before leaving town did not Bob confide

A universe can contort

so to mistakes?...
ah though a king wouldn't profess
rather its a a date with music,
a cool hoagie, for now I've returned

Common cold theoretically a disease
waiting to happen in every champion
Huhn!- it's but a nasty charming maddened *******?

Vision body sound mass coalesce

Traipsed able as a cat yet seeking
shields for the wind/ a right veering
glance a hawk marking the terrain
each stand as today they might any other
but one claims power and the body enables
a triple folded humility, presumptions
and right of fastidious delight

To punish as scouts and predators or vermin and bats?!
Is that what the universe allows of us?
Or is that simply hope?... through meaning and
power through adamant or daunted claims of eminent domain
To think after all that!

Couldn't we simply call somebody
and advocate or fume about
the self or whom was treated so badly?

Verses harm and being handed to killers
The rage and  the atmosphere of discontent,
it  has left... maybe nothing

Granted it all seems very artsy but its not as if
asking a keen bunch of girls to join the rack
and honor a trench of bodies tortured for a week
in chains not to mention dirt

dirt

Dirt kicked around mixing earth and motion
against fulcrums of weather through time
The green, as with thought thus the land
is grass or a leaf... the slipper that  is now
pressed to cross the done well to brazen
excellence becomes sweat and toil window to  soil

These are the challenges of a universe and
yet the thoughts amazed ""subsequently""
arrive as though dress rehearsed
with a resonating transcendence

I inquire drilling in the home of the martyrs
Taken away to the home of the owners
Hate a carriage always wrought with hope yet still evil marriage
The most likeness, spindles as spines with metal
With a pentagram made of metal
Question not the vow

All sing out

Do you feel as if you know...
Where are the deathly priests and virgins?
Or where  all the ****** go?
Forever toggle the pain, put ring on the lamb, bestow
Endure the steel night as the **** hits the fan
Living now question the vow

Together we all sing out

Church forms the dust and blood and flesh
Yet the rust of demon's blood trickles,
Visceral onto the bust - mash

Seeing people cry out in vain

They fear or there is simply no God
The beginning awaits the end

Hear the choirs and madrigals sing out

Entire families slain and desperation
Infernals end and...  Imhotep's rules of the law?
Sit down let the show begin
And all coerced in meek prayers of sound
Turn to decorum of evil and you're precisely
where evil lays cloys with what its found
All bodies spirits and thoughts twist to the ground
Now are divinities- us,
All whom agree upon all that has to be seen, the afore
More mistletoe adorning more wreaths for doors bestowing
As everyone gathers about and..

All sing out!

Nothing but fear here, where all humans are under.
Whose looking proud, proper and past, you. The ****** at the park.
Exposed simplicity, all suited up,- if the *** eloquetes "Only the talk of the town, this hour!"
One more terrain swept clutter free, absence of safe association and I'd be a wolf ripping through the dark, heavy yet animated chains enclosing the area.
Definitely, if its up to the little lady, I'd want to bring it home, the ****. *** of a someone scolding my fishing avenue like change to a coin collector on rapid transit bus.
See the irony of the final match to be a beautiful fighting spirit? Hiking trails then eat the section of fresh cut grass in winters dark before pounding a meal.
All proceeds of conformity add precision to how conglomerates and organizations, like OSHA, make dangerous carcasses from all guilty despondency.
Such marginal visuals, this park, hills clogged the view for most stretches and that's part of the good work, however, that night,
it didn't trick me.
Somebody is speaking to me. It lets that special torment trick the tempo- makes for a more a physical party in the night.
What therapy! Catchy lower curbs and scratches of clean slap happy grunge scuffle paths.
They try to "do in"  this response of stowed away antipathy... but the mental exercise still stretches.  
And from the inside, not the outside, that, I now formally know I can't take, it's on with the show...