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KorbydAngyle Apr 2021
All of Life Reveals

A theory,
the obvious notion of victory,
leads to life itself is of the value- confrontation.

The thoughts are accessing victories,
one of which, the complete obliteration
which is all life and rebirth

I promised life at the state with victory's throws

I may have, one day, a house and step through portal on the immaculate road
Very soon the effects of multiplicities &
states, I can be within the range

Use all therein, the satisfactions, all answers,
malevolent, the within

People make cues for a champion, with one step of the chains...

Now a new life, a disrespect,
this altogether insufficient;
places and life with cause and effect,
means rife with flaws, rules not titles,
advances of the victorious self,
determined individuals

Affront any act is the fiddle
and the friends
that correlate
determined to know
all allies and enemies
each build
psychologically
consider- to make amends!!!
KorbydAngyle Apr 2021
Divided by beads of sweat,
Amplify some material truth; nor of sound nor of mathematics

Trails involve and dissolve waves of admiration
For freak female **** dances as I remember

Dark nimbus clouds her eyes laugh yet appease a skill disguise
royal guardian's on e way or another, shallow, know should I beckon
The mistress her fealty and places, palaces are chaos actually until
who asked you to war disavows

What hate...
Shell of a punch into reality knowing people categorize

Each returning with the Kung Fu mighty pebble
yet for several months next-
What pass or or welcome highs that prevent?!

Musicians rather high...
I am a sleuth, a wayfarer wonderer
Some shall be glad, some shall be not part anymore

So my essay begins so sensitive hoping to avail
Yet the time on my time is so much of the gouged garbage sandwich

And in the end mused and a becharmed black camel camouflage
satisfies difference, small is the heart of a suffering soul, yet time continuous affects pathways of all

HERES A DIFFERENT VERSION

Divided by beads of sweat,
Amplify some material truth; nor of sound, nor of mathematics
Trails insolve... and dissolve... the waves of admiration
For freak female **** dances, as I remember
Dark nimbus clouds, her eyes laugh, yet appease- a skill disguise
Royal guardians on the way or another, shallow,
I know I should beckon
The mistress, her fealty and places,
palaces, are chaos- actually until
who asked you?!- whence war disavows

What hate!
Shell of said punch into reality knowing that people categorize...
Each returning with the Kung Fu mighty pebble
yet for several months, next-
What passes  or welcomes highs that pejoratively prevent?!

Musicians rather high...
I am a sleuth, a warfare wonderer
Some shall be glad, some shall be not part anymore
So my essay begins. So a sensitive hoping is amiable.
Yet, the time, on my time, is too much
of the gouged garbage sandwich
And in the end, the end mused and
a becharmed black camel camouflage,
satisfies difference, small all the heart of a suffering soul is, yet time, continuous affects oaths others and pathways of all.
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
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 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
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
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.
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