What once was the deviation of glass
on cascade of starlight glitter
Is once and justly brought still deadened
careening as diamonds of flailing elliptical

In space vaulted from just one presence or thought of ambition now realizing their avenue of dissentions
We're older we feel dolt deft cries and answer their call/
when young shock and visions scathed but never truly challenged

Awaiting a victory the train mesmerizes yet mulls over betrayal once again for the lightened
Hope for a pittance of one touch of decency throughout eternity asks not ask not
which person should be so bold as to ask

Not that calamity awaits all friends and fortunes
only that see ones resolutions as leaning to truth not limited Introscopic nervous entranced Beelzebub twisted of cosmetics
the matrons dear yasmin dreary brevity
glorious paths for pain painted

What begins alone must end with companion not haste to forget how many paths of darkness the judas soul has climbed
And now together now all beings
we must hail and bring green visions to the sky

When the prospect of freedom is a zombie

Then fierce musical yuletide prayers can't  set you free
When you're mocked for the work that wasn't a hack
or made clear value of the forage for food
If the problem isn't you fail
            but inside the morsel of life is too righteous
You've continued to prove
Bragging enforcement from the erased black memory mixture
Is a recipe God may not, did not,  has not created
Showing designs and flags announcing now
We use the world under every identity
     that can be experienced
As if quick wammy of a flower arrangement was
actually visited  by the invocation hush

Of tricks, children of denial, falling forward on your face in denial

When no action takes place events and transactions run away and the product known as lack of worth takes place
What continues?
The wrongs of  evil
The true fight of evil fortune
The continual event of the sense that reality doesn't make sense

for all uncovered phantasmal philosophy sessions
through light of a universe worth answers with your directions
with nothing billowy clough inceptisol variance churning
different only by laughing seasons and a solution gladly skulking
for next is horrorous torture that time and the body endear as essence of eternity

vague quenches absorbed because its water or
deadlier than dibvulets of hydrofluoric acid for extremes
one must have one or the other

what ease there it lurches as zen unknowns the studies
by eaglet yet to fly months after being born
what amulet what strikes of light set us free the need for flight or aggravation of earth impact ...the extreme
Is anticipation worth giving less or that is harm in harms way
an infamous proverb perhaps instills more the lonelier you get
then we'll get along together famously
Unbroken oaths and godly fright and deadly boasts
would fault of self redemption itself not bring to the
cave of Plato more than answers simply the pain
of any decisive decisions dancing as cells of life
through the vapor the darkness and needy extremes

Theories theories 123. What in my life may I ever be? Inside the gurgling throttle of too many simpleton ideas; the next one falls through and the first one dies out. Is that the only reason operant victory makes a form?..
And a form to life, is one's ideals. Ratify, I hope not, because, of the trivial, inside a wanton unending of bunnies of the hunting ground, known as North American publishing groups have need for a force of treason. These ideas are a, "mean season", if you remember its meaning; a storm above and beyond the typical and with that  to forget the nature of free bided senses which amount to a veritable mass of discretion as to what can't stand at the door of an accomplice to a beggar's dream. Thin lives always think there is only that and the case of this exhibition is no different, however, the girth of a yearning inside the eclectic and exuberant hold inside the fires of writing and the ices of creativity can't deny their only one step away from a superior calm or a nervous impulse.... The state of the be all that is life as we know it, or more specifically a life that knows what is and what it does.
Maybe within one week, you shall return my solicitation or maybe even two or three or more and more delay...no simple...no harbinger or Faust fears, or at least the less of that in me and thus the less in you( maybe that's days). Hath thou regarded what it is I have to offer not what it is that denies my redemption against the state of unholy disgrace known as the "no" title,...form,...and exaltation. For these are true written verse and words and stories and vignettes and movies! No, you have by the time you find the word is yes, for the other is - no... yet redemption for you another day is the struggle as you find yourself less gracious keepers of the knife door, in which arduous and steep inside mist  one asks that the knife not be slowly twist, while I instead ask only this...
If you follow... The drinks and the rounds have been passed and the govern and the mighty queen in reversal of fortune have allowed impressive to diverge and make more for their lives as a similar promise about way stead   United States of America  ...    
one may divest. But that accrual sinister minister that lay at victory's door is that simply... please may I hear from you once more.

this could be for certain...
why do I trust myself to let go?
when hands slip from casey iron rungs
a children's playground
above a deeper craggy crevice
than Kilimanjaro is high
where loneliness and death is the only sound
do I trust parted wrenched fingers?
when the truth below-
earth is so glad to accept newly fallen
extra rich mulch eager sin and egalitarian strain
That my faith sees body, limbs,
whole being- disappear before it hits
the obtrusive carbon settled
zenith tripped
up before it's being- a black hole
dry the fugue derision of soiled sluff
emersions quippe wasted by
envisioned acoustics lest awaiting impact
by evil was foreseen and though I take
my final cause of paths
alight of principle
the evergreen turnstile
supplicant demon eliciting
pounding pain by the ducts
of each wave of thought
I am become DEMONSTREIN

Nothing eternal as the sentry of thoughts
surfaced with course memos
under trees were branches
while the terse sky
imposes roots from hell
older yearly wanton grueling haughty suppressed
breaking from sundown
Into 3 fingered humanoid flickers of empathy
or simply understanding
as the drain on alacridity
sends drudge of depression new flights
Light the strolls encase the toes
running brave yet stamper out cursive strokes of the body
staked for xerox belay on heavens on belay
Only without your senses
forces fraught jasmine glops of Freon jolts
collected by gutter fed demi cost frequency more or less
Another evening years stretched by
glassy faith cut with fire cool waters
doubtless familiars
yet never understanding as the dreams never arrive
They juxtapose should I be sunk or
I weeds assail oiled by grease of existence
fall into another blank reality of holding
who calls a namesake and savior
Or can be fraught conscious marks
alight on scratches metaphysical
continue the dance
to avail for there's an awe omnificent empress