Though I may
Though I  might
There are so many other things
That I wish on this night
The tide stores splices of onerous flesh...
stashing them out
And bringing them smoothly inside-
the rucks of darkness encloses
Tall frawns taller skirting vines
of turbulent giant bladder kelp
Survival should do one more...
then plenty is each species of human that cares
Grime sedentary shimmied hurriedly amongst hidden foul dusts
Plots spoken wed cloths
damask silken treading
  lightly weeds where they don't belong
As we catch up to the cries
Senses to  fulfill seniority demure paucity
oh they  rinse and ringtones wash the dreams back out
Craft sols dented pride it's sinister
always  aiming hollow
    shat the one toothed grin
I could not be I if killed certainly jeering
at stimulant cartwheel punches
the crap lit doing wrong
  yet by being studied each wave it repeats
   a logarithm of ultimate denial
    a surface squalor assuring currents champion
Wash away polyhedron pith
the face of pestilence
Personifications attempted
Douse the material frost with fire
  from the grand stares glancing at you
Whose to realize the first and last valiant voyage
is tiding as of driest concerned philanthropically beholden logics

If  and when
You know
not
What you
do
Then your
life
Reaches
for

Ineptitude

That's
how
Much stated
Broken
goals
Can
*****

We stumble into virtue as the
New year greens our potential lights
Then we stare chant hack
Betwixt sappy speeding steady
Legs
Slowly walking   is this fila beast
But now exoskeleton rungs of fur
Aim and denial at twelfth then ninth
All vows the first copper sheened window
4 falling deedle mort limbs
3 then finger apparatuses
Excuses cleaned sorrow's boiled jam masonry
Excuses always twisting ending not seeking
However! I've impacted the  fracas of stockade feelers
Such swords and  swaths, which? Spatha yet Scythe....
Yee who walk forsaken embrace
For together we might  bruise/ fall
They lunged spirits broad
Strikes!.... yet nothingness was more than air
Preclude to needless remorse
Folks of  instinct with witch
Each has a kiss is chaos
Cacks and Clubs Kow! Kazaam! Zaps and Chattle
Chains on Mice and Rust on Bottles
Then might and magic we may prevail or...?
Perhaps chance though little  for tail ?
Or simply contemptuous each day
Yet one day might appeal a contemporary write
All this is done of the thoughts
For a New Years night!

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?