KorbydAngyle

KorbydAngyle Apr 2021

She goes with pride, humiliation, love, hate, peace, war
The occasions, the plaque, whom might be passive,
magically make
the score
Places of darkness, perceived of a flower, unknown,
keelhauled **** tower
A form of gold, a land of diamonds, carpets heroes narrow piety
... the pit

Funky, younger, older,
was Grandma the same as my obstinate self?

I'd miss your skirt caught in the door frame,
she said so good, a set from the pastry shop

Plates of divinity, carrying a family through bushes,
the forest and rain

The town shows it's knives, no wives,
lamb chop pork chop, no sweets, ZZA

Jump away! Doom spells a dance of death!
Elaborate methods gouging Earth's cracks!

Environmentalist notion

KorbydAngyle Apr 2021

Abstract New Korean Tempura

How'd you know to put pickle in the Tempura?
Partial MB 4 Kim Buff Awe Echo sell gee
Wait it's my turn
What do you
have to
say for your self?
Not nearly as spry to be
wanted as Bora Bora Waters Febreze

I don't know what i was thinking when i decided this was poetry, however, here it is none the less.

KorbydAngyle Apr 2021

What Went

What went before the vision
was the consequential halt of hope
  and the affirmed afterthoughts force doors once
    alive to slam
   into killed spirits and for this truth I am cold
      angry and in hate
    of what once was a dream
of grandeur
and fortune
     It's delirious all I can fathom
or incorporate the clocks
       tick tocking
  to heathen images each leaves a vast array
  of the torture that my desperate life truly is

KorbydAngyle Apr 2021

When Can The Kingdom Begin?

Scratch the fragrant demure
Societal surface of peace

London rules vents sliding debt and sinners
From the sky's release

What vehement striking lass ran too quickly
To meet me and the folks at mass?

Brought from in check fiends fromage(cheese) sensing sensible
Inculcation at last
Cool systemic cold cistern sensations severance delinquency climactic kin
Covers cast into colder costing calamity of coughs -
Seals hermetic erratic knowledge's vanity preach return plural tactics

Yet it sets you down on the other end of insolvent spectrum
You elated accentuate rustic character swiney needs and
paltry deeds biding stoically theatrics for them

Leader of enshrined death leader of sin
What monotonous love for life must I call my faith of...

In order for free life to begin again?!

alternative reality yet intended as living truth and justice noter

KorbydAngyle Mar 2021

Life The Bore

Bore what a bore is my life wince faster than
it takes a deception; vehement electricity tasting the vineyard
duller than the first pewter California sip
accentuated with a modern day Taser
Holding on to the lip of time. It hates me. It slips and searches
a blank draconian emergency that each
moment stood where it once did
... is a water laden hum drum sketched
monotonous wormy chained wreck.
Default harangue each sunrise a three piece suit of pleated crap on lacey dandruff ridden shoulder padded soul gowns on concrete swept at lengthy contortions till abysmal darkness sets.... not costume, not denial, not lack of effort, merely snarled all present bore of one's life...

-Into a burrow seconds lapse the dense vapid skin sutured onto the next tunnel a cavernous deep sounding drip constant drip drip dripping off stalactites enshrined by sights of every avenue I've ever walked.

To some symphonies are born of nature's extremes, only the life I have places the array at the bottom of the volcanic acidic festering winds of doubt deception and anxiety which regurgitate to putrid timing of the bells of pure boring ascensions and crescendos, until,
another being ***** their horn and freeing the lack of virtue of the
haughty exam of their youth they quipple of any, yet, more importantly, actually celebrate the life within which their living...

Not me gold flowers reaching a goal(poetic). Its all a lump of coal.

KorbydAngyle Mar 2021

Waiting For Dreams

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.

KorbydAngyle Mar 2021

So To Touch Thee

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