Tonight this night what prayers did
Alms and holiday nights with trinket colors
Green red silver gold snowy white

Songs sung in the round
Did we know of  everyone inside
Giving twas found?

Are we as able as the soul ascending
To elation through giving
Do we sense whispers of delight
Across ebbing seasons
Joy receiving

Merriment butterscotch tilled spirits
Free for the sun awakening lights
Keep friends and family  
All the while through the night

Softly written poems
and beautiful smiles
Wishing is a holiday mirth

The path astride (Christ Jah Buddha Dharma)
For all celebrating immaculate birth

From ancient holy worships
To sentient vows thus ever springing life

Did you Even Hear a Sound of the Gospel this Year?!

(Morbid Angel Seven Kingdoms Helloween Hammerfall
Twilight Force Nile Malevolant Creation Lord Rhapsody)

What the jazzy hurt features when at closer look-
its time, tik tok ,arduous, deadly, scaly. slimy  rungs
So slimy for more absorption of the book of
tales and verse inked  for return
Walking with foibles- lettered with plough and puritan ruts,
The rungs dry tender meat of the young self conscious youth looking for answers clubbed with indecision
Shirked the nice fool squeaks hoping to hop over and get to it
Fastly set up ladder the affections of reaching
out to an impressionable matters
Discussions of hate confused by rescue from paths
Picturesque tunes and requirements really
have saturated the city
The real palace guard making from the
turret slips from the top
With sub taunting murmurs and laughs
the young still really love the ladder
that made someone fall on their ****
Yet to see them go into hiding
thinking of the inversion ...
they know they've been proselytized
into seeing it's beckoning for answers
at unintended reverie
Explain one must great glory
and to see our people defiant
when veering machines
make quick work of the synergy,
Our people must avail with no  conforming distain
for the free natural reign
that is glory,
speed and death metal in eternity!

Whose eaten the spies' sausages?!...the cats!
The almighty crazy person asks...

They ain't got to think, so that's where it's at...
Now follow to hidden beauty
Wobble, walk and behold the ambivalent  décor
Made by twenty breakfast cereals!
Accented with freezer magnets
That each spell "***" or "SAUSAGE"
Their incorporated for a reason! Crazy man knows why...
Every corporation, the conglomerates, the monopolies
Won't get the last laugh on our type of fiery citizens
Trudging through snowy gullies, yet mindful to also
at the same time dance with doubting thomas and tina fairy
..as the artwork on cardboard of the cereal box....
I'm Alive! The Crazy self cajoles...
could you please reserve a railway to Hade's realm,
after all its a place universal...
for soon I shall beach my teach...
              It appears the fridge motif
           is less modern than alternate secco  

Soul of a kitchen, Crazy implies learned one- for wisdom
Seems most payed 3 times the cost for the lot of it!
But it isn't about lights and daily struts
through, nearly, casements of sash windows
by pedantic wasted workers, bruised and cut

This interior utility and joy decorator switch
from the crazy one, does even more
Nor can you deny it! See... seeing isn't believing,
which is originally why the breakfast cereals,
can all claim a form of art
and this ditty
Sausages going "Paffy!" or not, nobody
is allowed to resolve against it!

See where crazy's getting?

So I ask in one last chance for this
Oh the fortuitous dungeons
where ghostly souls
share with one and all...

Shall we do the splashboards
in Fruity Muslix or Basic  Cheerios?

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