Black Magi you've leant a kiss
Failing and harrowing is the excuses stashed
Bravery then compels beasts and the society into... trying...

That reformation of the tradition, even, the ATF itself - lay, in fact, forty years from the effort
& sassy so much of denial, in a Chevrolet, a hallow sausage,
lies made made popular by MacDonalds?

Now maybe we see...

Chaos forms order,& splinters of governments- cast & mock
an eternal war

Yet the 2nd disgrace buttress  then  3 licks of the fallible, maybe become 1 are  scaring the youth into impression of priests,
and the visions of one place sufferance to suffocate into puppets of one

Magic, magic universal, sweeking into a swoop or a perceiving of justice with each beef as small time pretties and big time scales, adjusts each cream cheese sandwich every week into existence conclusions forgone

But if you had to sway and bemoan endless dying flailing arms trying to gesticulate the savior, the demons, and the masses imemmelteph sausage paffys to be...

Then hopes for the future is as simple as that
which is part of you and me!

Though as they try as they might, and they might leave existence alone, even though they're trying...
They're afoot, the end of their trying
So even when the solution ascends, they couldn't defend the dying
Ice then trivial assessed planes of precipitation
There's an answer as abundance looks to purity to the ablution
The heathens the goats the principle the children
What can be nice about our reflections, about temples that laugh as as we forget all admissions that rally the passé
and watch over dissertations of nightmares and our lives
Wait Wish Whip, divulge the chains un demure
As previous attempts trials evoke a sensation unclear...
Then by the scratches of society all  appropriations soon
reach to a sky that beckons clouds away, so all is clear.

Hello, paltry, putrid, squalor, a heat driven warming...
Hello dear 'foul' country afire

Sitting inside our sheltered sloop, yet our ropes are tight
The fastest, or only way home, unites, hopes and might!

Ample dreams anyone, please no confusion,
yet certainty, a saint- a sire

And though these galvanized dreams, sipping electrolyte stall,
blank fascination & we admire?!

The plundering of the needed places, a city's cold,
have you seen the real sky kite?
Though all our gathering wit, what once was is blasé
passed as a past plight!

No take of fleece, no doctrines of clouds,
awash anarchy is our future Empire!

Tuff enough that touching the blasphemous,
within our citizen's key
Yet dealing a swift death into this our sky
A shuffled fears dampen only the mind forthwith stands the city!

Oldest, youngest brightest, dumbest... our sea!?
If not for our planet alone, where do one's
thoughts wonder and why?

Catch the feigned practice, catch the callous lords and ladies,
catch an implicit fee!

I'm askew sketched with knowledge only
a bird of prey terse ambition and pollution through my eyes
when I dip below love of Heavens visage I am become a beautiful snowy mountainside

Depth of simple satisfactions, depth of hues of machinery, almost Machiavellian through the skies
few scant glimpses see me denying the green that need be
And when I touch the farm skulkery ethanol trampled & prevailed zero carbon trail
I am the last strain for hope the tree of human civilizations mentality

So you're, so young the Earth subsides for the minds that shall
reign across galaxy so easily as the sky above, or does it?

We drench our sorrow in hopes of tomorrow, perhaps
drowning a dream in overcoming unscrupulous monopolies,
playing a duplicitous game...

Or perhaps do we drink of a better tomorrow, factories and, machines, not shallow
and ascend in a drunken essence of what the real Earthen throws ...have to offer!

I've Wished So Much Of the "4th"

Nothing eternal as the sentry of thoughts
surfaced with course memos
under trees were branches
while the terse sky...
imposes roots from hell

older yearly wanton grueling haughty suppressed
breaking from sundown

Into 3 fingered humanoid flickers of empathy
or simply understanding
as the drain on alacrity
sends drudges of depression to new flights

Light the strolls encase the toes
running brave yet stamper out cursive strokes of the body
staked for Xerox belay on heavens, on belay

Only without your senses
forces fraught jasmine glops of Freon jolts
collected by gutter fed demi costs, the frequency more or less

Another evening & years stretched by
glassy faith cut with fire cool waters
& doubtless familiars
yet, never understanding as the dreams never arrive

They juxtapose, should I be sunk or
I the weeds of life assail, oiled by grease of existence
& fall into another blank reality of holding

Who calls a namesake and savior
or can it be fraught by conscious marks
alight on scratches metaphysical
continuance and the dance
to avail for there's an awe of an almost "omnificent empress"

And then there's just every other fourth of July

There was once a theory...
that a revolution has to take a stand
to be at our world
As the chalice streams, those with ales that form impudence
as far from terrors- that all should
There in the deserts the children cry
Our defense is to die, or the saintly are mighty?!
Evil's have caroused & darkness settles away
Fears are our powers
And this until thus I say!
Never, never shall the treasure of souls, see the day
Never shalt the dark dominion let evil find its way

Oh our treasures, each in a whirl, & the fastest of fears
Listen, listen to me now, I soon in ascension shall go beyond to see

We're left to the begotten, we're left to the rivers... claiming
All be one with the clouds that storm... sentience all illusions cover the dream!

Never, never shall the treasure of souls see the day
Never shalt the dark dominion let evil find its way

Please inspire, free, and cajole! Or I leave thee now!
Thankless are they, the demons and their fires
Reality burns never-
And never shall the bride of the underground return


Never, never shall the treasure of souls see the day
Never shalt the dark dominion let evil find its way

SUMMER

Summer, it's the time of the Pleiadians
that wreak havoc on our minds
  they stretch confusion, and weave into a crass frame,
   that clicks, steams and
there's spurns of logic...
that isn't from any human mind

The meek enter a new dragon,
confrontation, and the ******* dressed women...
    subdue all thoughts,
     that abstinence is divine

As summer song,
and any breeze that souls touch
   like lavender mooring to the original stem
    then to the roots,
      a distance and freedom for each blossom -
acclaim and scents of haven, heated, heaven

But alone the hot airs and sky, wind, gradate, simmer then
    toss the very thoughts that had cast our hope full plot
     and destitute are as within the aesthetic
       visions that lay before thee

Belittled without a serenity, with no holistic bounty,
from the scientific worldly charms;
a soul is lost on the burning, egg frying pavements
of our confounded time

But in step a shadowy dirge,
  of the supposed renowned procrastinates
   so little that the fury of chains, faiths and inners
   of thought, made for intrinsic inculcations,
   maybe for a Summer triste forthright is that which can emerge.