Sitting waiting for the glare...
from gifts of beauty and fueled dreams

Yet what I sensate or demand
   never tells the truth...

Of horror and tales that these dreams demand

Why put the day off if you don't know what it is?

It's only a death sentence... jeeze what chaos life inside breeds...
About a bluff, roads flying front abut to ground, before tossing a swig -as they aim for the ground.

This lonely speaking solstice is tethered and casing me for a thievery...

What more can weigh  me down?
  I know the free dream will soon hit the ground.
When you feel it, as it moves through the night,
   what destiny can brave grounded golden grand aspirations seek,
        and climb visceral to the platinum delight with you?

Now, yield's sensations of brutal werewolf daunting tasks
while the Rubicon was awaiting for the rhyme to reason was tasked...
  
From the slew of slowest askewest acrimonious new deeded clough.
   Our rough paced real world awakening
   affront stood with a standing stance akin
   of the lauded for the first indication with sessions of warriors
   that knew... for the last and reason cast to **** the lives of innocents,    
   for the lives of the be all, are with that of bane or function;
   affirm avail go through.

Ill fiends
  Ilk of Fey novum
    Ill laden defensive industry
      Ayla eerily Epicurean inside of thee
        Alluvium struts bind trammel stratospheric guts

Waiting till days are gone
endowments slipping so vain and cold
into estuary of sins
Why can I not make more of vanity's destiny
from fear's face and/ facts to me
Could it be dismissal, a desperation, a joyous clouded spring equinox?
Not go further than the darkest case for inside... insipid flack...
from all revryie/ God's creation
Why then denial & distain for the princesses stats that weans from
the subtitled shirts?
Because the ground is below and the sky is above oh the strength of destiny is all that I could've learnt!
Mother frantic daughter festers deliverance glassy and new the
plate of imitations dogma excepting don of more esoteric Freudian
hues.

The skethertyne bullet into ghosts and darkly knights...

This is the usual sell, senses, a zecher deniably so.

Waning hues of free life justify the hate, which cries alight.
Funk dusty double tone shelves/ funky trace  rounds of grace ensight-
Who shall call? Who shall hear?
What can I believe? Fear is the right.
Edifice; sense feelings fear and senses, aerial winding admiral Piett.

Watch oh' soul  the lavers... the freak real wrought iron, humbled's and stows....

Drench the ghastly hope with all  en masse & bludgeoning fights.
And now the duty evanescence feaks/ the fickle on mirror/more omitted doors/ and as so... the godly shows!The killer's rites!

Existence is a labor of love yet
a labor of love itself
is  found
...does reside within life
how to reconcile the difference?

The eased... exercised, the excised
When the souls are shining bright
I need to believe that it is there for me

Endurance foray as she dances and derives
  on the path all the way out to Lucifer's cabin
Don't just stand and sit thinking hoping pacing
  denying trying to unbelieve

The years turn to cheers
  turn to sears burning of criticism
    left by the masses deft unbound learned
       by denial's marquee

Until I find the start

  for which ends and eternity yield not

   an innocuous feeling not a one and destitute

     originally belonged to me!

Time, it could take awhile
As you look more inward,
  waiting for prosperity
    asking what can you question?
This reveille yet twisted spine
   yet sometimes the best intentions
      yes listen to friends
         some of memories imbrication applies
Alone lost forever fought off nothing
Case and detractions concentric highway
ad hominem sub rosa nearing reality's judgment
dysphoria now lights vacant display of glorious gusts of
reflections from child to adult now back inside ether plane sans the dusts of destruction of the time oneself remembered what lays paths  as of inversion can alight bounties of criticism

Yellow traced by turning grey cells
of beast and human flesh
reincorporated to bring life
Yenta fellowship survivors of the death
dance decomposed bemused
by praise living for death
the last breath of vapid corrosion of life fused
So you insatiate a syringe
eased detriment feudal stance
ephemeral standing scissors
birth of freezing ice that godly appearances stop
in the their tracks and I life informal
can't withstand and never doubted
the beauty of desolations craft