The truth... the stars have notions that type a future
     that develop a world, the situation,
      that embraces various powers
  Pleading that plea the icon squeal
For the help, unknown acquisitions pounding, natural decibels, rhythm, drums

Play through the narrow minded clammy chatter
Hold the world, the cage, and lay unbroken
Upon the cold, loud, bed, enthralled, you lay for yourself

Known to exist across eternally the weaves of Absu and valiance
Unknown the assuming , mind speeds towards dispositions, necessitated existence
However people gore through free choice, acquittal for the taking
only ends with the sub sugary deep of the under realms of essence

So thus taken is the butterfly harm & triple the enemies,
one's self a radio to eternity

Wrong answers, a state of mind,  conned of knowing what you need to in assessment of one's time
   what was wrong is the sorry fool of yourself at war, hoping
    notions of the straining work to defile disown and nest inimical
     life..  that'd truly be a lie

When in life does my one and only marvelous love know that the iron glove and the fist of anger above is only winged by the
matrimony civil priestess dawning pure white gowns
she saw the deigning deviance and proclaimed all hail
haste to the ground haste... to the Earthy ground.

Files and folders- the Djinn and should we whelp?
the show has little purse for olders
What if its a trial, the young mock the one,
that skacks, when ale and saffy zing are the one?

Oh and that's not rather peachy, lily lithely matters,
and at the slip tongue the slap,
reality informs don't talk back

And thus any other force of reality,
perhaps is void, the cultural impurity,
it's deception they divinate on the impure
with aggressive discoveries
which might and mist at anytime say
I and I the holy I have seen and tasted that
which ye had, and make for rounds so sure,
to play my sanity as the fealty,
There's only the one...
then as it slips, what can one say, the femmes pop!
and they see it has a taste of sounds- for the civil.
You and them their all about pranks as you!
Places that understanding works words they scatter then reopen

As honey and reticence of the Witch, which everyone's former lords claim to own
This presuming light is pretty, makes not so much as a stitch in the running quilts
of time and the so pretty!... as what thy's Mary pushed and pressed into
awaiting war derivatives, malevolence and regress....

Then and now
my knife work was fully done
/ no rational texture, no performance,
for the play had been begun and won!

Now and Now not Then Yet, No! The twinkle that feaks off the emirate strain of pacified (pacific)
Phones, drops, lives, through every self vision of windows

Into a place which does displace my sanity and every sound!

Is one's purpose, only service, the cosmetic to...
   music, books, houses, movies
What thoughts, now reclusive, are in layaway at the poor butchered nightmare?
Freedom implicit, so difficult an issue...
These definitions about one's place,
  they feel atavistic,
  final solution for all.

Try now to imagine lanes, of mobs- only mindframes switching on and off.
Eventually you begin to know to run
from the definitions, what banks of dissections!

All bare the marks of prosecutions, original but far, so far
  not fair from the namaste.

That this passes for what life's about joy and musing
                what standards! The quizzes are about it?

Freer can be the rules
   and all parties involved
   or even the vengeance within, as ourselves,
   until the skeptical attempts to mock- exists the answered to
   community,
   bouts of beers, broken sobriety from gorgeous flirting,
   and a passion that the  community now fears generosity

Dibs on claustrophobic guts, as out hails the facts on one's face.

A place goes to alarm,
  proven 3 grand broken
   as the wrong way goes back
    to the places, beings see their places, realities, implicit firsts
     dearest evinced lifetime!

That Mr. and Mrs. Madrigal now have loquacious
  embarrassments

Take reality and imagine...

Free no neuropsyonic  crisscross, no forms,
no need for evasive empirical blocks

And identify the scope of actions,
thou shalt enact the paths eclectic
  insipid divine euphoria
  is astute for epiphany for
  personal freedoms

I'd cry,... please everyone was born...?
The moon, the mosey, etcetera which pleads the facts

Illegal Black Magic use, frees- only the state
They lost because to try as they continued,
as namesakes, whatsoever, have they don't have to be.

What is choice a ******  Hyfer and the pan flute sounds?!
Is it the place, that ton of creation that there's a birth
  that needs to die
  always revolves around ameliorates of some law?

There's now malice at the the very 2nd place shock,
  of status and there of- life, life was thought to be about reality-
  actually going  at it.

A need, a basis, an error, then ****!

As if inclusion of an individual amongst 3 and 1/2 million people traces the desire to be real?!

Yet the cactus returns, too sad, than the actual worth of kings, Queens, a Martyr, an Empress,
it's only a reference to being in chains, eternal reform...
whether aboriginal or international beings.

The thoughts, the state were supposed to make joy?!

It only makes reality the one place an inner humanity is lost.
Whose whole life, might know that the flow, the place of a masquerade frames the past?

Time frames virtuous reasoning, abuse subsides,
then what is there for the face of victory,
the truth that thoughts can only be relieving?

Perhaps...  it's the strength, the individual!
Maybe the Empire then the places shall
all freedoms desire to go!

Your commitment too horizontal
to reach the land of the rising Asiatic Bear
Uhn Uhn wind of looks rather than being there
  does wash away why we were there

Though a thought to think of those who have fallen
The images of spell and the worst crime of all

Thou hasth what though hasth
  but no morsel of promised honor

Each holding on to pain, versions of fear, crying, and death

Misfortune a form of sorrow, but emotion sails away
Eternally the eternal
Calls for life, birth, self impressed, that happiness is not death's bane

Enemies watch joy and derogatory societal sense of laws
And they challenge the power, for that which wins
  refrains because a-wonder of who's joy

There's no place for evil of the demonistic flaws
or misinformed attempts at humor

For the pain that begins what crescent  wanes  syzygy
is a hope knowing that pain is confrontation and goals
  and accomplishments advenire at the door

The Bagel Ditty
You were dreaming of bagels
Today... last night, I believe
If I were a bakers son,
I'd have a bagel everyday
Tens of millions of people together eating
of perfect hope
Melting soak, crisping toast, the best of humanity
Together dreaming of bagels,
Instead of I, we
We can have salmon lox, pretty garlic onion pocks
Soothing trust of a lush swath of clean cream cheese,
Together we were dreaming of dozens and dozens,
These dreams the same that we eat for breakfast,
Though any time of day,
any can confess, for that a bagel,
makes a great mystical round way
Be proud, those are known to be strong who consume
The dream of the bagel
Which now the hole world shall sing...
This morning I dreamt of this the mighty
The bagel tune must 'O' ring !

Kan Souhldunsa you are no match for five dark Jedi?!
Automatic defenses can keep them off a good while...
Lets find the athletic one, Luke, as I.
Luke Skywalker, I call you back from the darkness.
"Poison is nothing to the force I am between all that exists"
Me, rauuaghw! I Baetdu Soma, last of the Jedi of Sunryder
I call you back!
Yes! Fighter, leader of the Jedi, Oh it's thee we lack!
You...? You...saved me?!
The darksiders, Leena, here soon shall be!
We better move fast, they're getting closer,
... everyone down, they're here!
Too late! For the smuggler ship we did boast to own,
now approaches faster than
Sith fear!
Shot down abated more to the side of light as
before it begins over was the fight....and flight.
There's no time to rest. We have to establish a new rebel base.
The titles of which in the past allows, life -to flow, a face- you've known.
Though we wonder about hope for the divine light for all states of life, we hold together, intrinsic and with sight, our ambitions during this strife.

So Kan, Soma, and Skywalker escaped that deathly fate,
each knowing... the plan, did have a origin, yet a vie to conquer.