That was what the simple days
of past found about mirrors of hope
Implicit deliverance now imp lusting
  hulking GMO farmland and droves of young bearing trees

Please floods of Hecate and shadows of river Styx
  leave me and my crops alone

Was this just a way, a path, an easy step foot shuttle
    one two
left before right
you know. how you do!

Is essence of valued shores of the brave
new redemption some claimant golden faux pas?

For I am believing this deliverance
and the safety with ending
what began with fortune and truth

Yet sturdy feeble traces have denounced
Once again... though one being
can simplify soul spirits cast
One can not pray of strongholds and blitheris
   castle dreams confused stammered on cities black

I alight the free destiny
I claim a son and night avowed
Yet I live in blasphemy
And I have only hope as I pray to all dreams
And forces that may determine fate from above

Joy for certain the ability to access the free
and to surge and to apply the slip
That refined the gurgle and blunt gulp of pestilence and valiance
A rhyme scheme brilliance is taking a more
than it should sans the implications
The help inside zenith of life exterminates yet
resists what water could only slow into a sun
ecology helping stratus faith sensations
will acquire one day another sensation
for mediocre traces and gallant denials
have finally had at it and admitted the truth
and final solution is the fist place freedoms and attentiveness
The force of reasoning is to that tomorrow
It needs a being allowed to live among the future world
Shall we always know that the reverie word
or  application of the justice
Still only stands isn't  non satisfaction is but  free soul
Who endows all forces needing of an announced implicit glad festered yet Street wise closed minded affirmation this is the stratospheric assertion that Shall all eternity see that the ledger Aeonthepeon is Rivas free

Waiting for a war could be the make up of you
Asking for the style of toasted chips chains and whips
be more you
Yet inside the tunnel of fun the banal seeking mug
is never a deference for seething inside is self forgiveness
The lights you thread states streaking faster
to satellite then to satiate the falling fist
Of all humanity's brutality the devils are well met
as you lay and decompose in sin
The messes made of ginned up country sentiment as if from dignity
Your predilection for face is only simpleton vanity
as always it's what you anchor between you and me
Here this now what now is a force as the flag up the gripping girders
Preened per pound and pasteurized by demi goddess hope here
queens who sing of flesh who're only as an entity that vows
Touch the answers for in the end the people you claim to protect
will dismiss call out and take
The last blade falls and with you all and your likeness adores accredits oh so cajoles

Desperations promises perpetual ingratiations poverties hells

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.