What disavows, the astral ulterior vorpal hole I'm going into
Works of the jester that deny the memories I'm sworn to allow?

In the recesses of nothing ness, You and I know what work there is world very well to to encroach of the states of victory and power

Metal dance a music of reality events of a mind wish there are greater gardens than a fight looming to to preserve the sinister teleportations...

Age and design plant repetition before your mind is overwhelmed

1420 1980 2023 5281... the years that deny our significance must be more demanding than the century afore!

Aloft people who freedom speaks of and freely accepts...
Months of original denials yet hope the markers of year make the feelings freely kept...

Remain- years, months the strikes of your inner souls very being
Stand and own the semblance and respected condition from which
None could be lesser than the , of you, it is less

Whips, practice, resilient first best for every individual everywhere
Fusion is pretty well yes, but the apocalypse of reason might be the difference sunk and fraught with poverty's time..

So help now, and forgive any past of sinner, for now is the golden hold of the grasp of empathetic vices that vow sovereignty to the queen.

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 alacridity
sends drudge of depression 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 cost 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 weeds assail oiled by grease of existence
fall into another blank reality of holding
who calls a namesake and savior
Or can be fraught conscious marks
alight on scratches metaphysical
continue the dance
to avail for there's an awe omnificent Empress

People prepare to make spiritual gifts...
- thoughts, the nether realm

Makes, breaks, or cuddles. Their defiance of chivalry
On tithes, on prophecies
Administering the number 1

Brevity, 'Oh' great machines spin divine
Allowing of and according
T he solution had a name,.. names, ....namesake?!

Witness fortune,
A material witness, the only, one of only,
mutual balance of what can and what can't,
   senses hale conditions...

I'm getting out...
We're getting out!
Our completion of Absu valiance...
Whatsoever compels this witness
  to the doors that provide...

Is in the chaos and dysfunctions....
We know life itself to be very asinine..
Our relationship debates what it means to achieve...

What decisive, incision.
Glorifying belittled foundation?...

Gives deathgrind & delivery- for our nearly musical sought answers...

They fly, they carry in a flurry, they act mundane,
Yet, truth consequential. No plausible sane, deft, debate & theory

Mutual cages, mutual musics
Make peace with, those, who hold you
because all is about to occur
   as theory...

(Halt creation ! Determine different destiny?! Dare the deviances!)
No infinity

Creation... reverie. What now does a charade of one's self escape to... For a world belittled
Unseen insult with incompetence...for prayers beset....?!

Perhaps the hands of passing thoughts- kiss the pits of those who where dolt?
Whose and then why?
What... that alight is the  only question...
Why unclean?!

People prepare to make spiritual gifts thoughts the nether realm

Makes, breaks or cuddles their defiance of chivalry
On tithes, on prophecies administering the number 1
Brevity, 'Oh great machines spin divine allowing of and according the solution had a name, names ....namesake?!

Witness fortune, a material witness, the only, one of only, mutual balance of what can and what can't, senses hale  conditions...

I'm getting out... We're getting out! Our completion of Absu valiance...
Whatsoever compels this witness
  to the doors that provide

Is in the chaos and dysfunctions.... we know life itself to be very asinine.. our relationship debates what it means to achieve...

What decisive, incision, glorifying belittled foundation?...

Gives deathgrind and delivery for our nearly musical sought answers...
They fly, they carry in a flurry, they act mundane, yet truth
consequential no plausible sane deft debate & theory

Mutual cages mutual musics, make peace with those who hold you because all is about to occur as theory...
(Halt creation determine different destiny?! Dare the deviances, no infinity?!)

Creation, reverie... What now does a charade of one's self escape to... for a world, belittled, unseen, insult with incompetence...for prayer beset....?!

Perhaps the hands of passing thoughts kiss the pits of those who where dolt? Whose and then why? What... that alight only question... Why unclean?!

Reached through and how you never undo

Productive energy I commit to find the initial commit - for you

Strain and work askance creativity is all there is to reflect upon

Ephemeral took place at the place we live to belong



Undo said I of how you find that which is...

Yet to energy I commit and approach now, from life's leaves & breaths commit

Can we refrain for in honor the friendship's  strain can't be all there is

For as none cast, hold, or reach revolution, this is what acclaims  oriental kingdoms places of prayers/  a future proud



Are not the transformations only about the worlds' subtle claim of avail

When the work of various marriages find representatives a flight through romance and serenity to reality...

What excuse is there for the technical the ending slip of musical worms

What I've done, everyone, and myself... the view that argument for hope isn't much for solution,

but a mind against weakness and that within itself...

Is no advent of losses as creative ways to cue or **** one's greatness for one's self awaits no more

than the future world, the force perception and deception bearing hope and bliss

A little out there yet with hope it touches a place that makes sense for beings real... each individual

Politics & Media and ...

What in the, ****... this is denial!
What can watch a grand stage? Feel the presence...

Value, glory, cue the tones of music, ulterior passion and fury,
Lights. Has our words once spoken, landed in proficiency... but despair?

This radiations overdrive, push, push, be quiet nothings real and no one gets to see.
My heart, the depths of imagination... yet in the land of midnights, you're just a traveler
of our week's exhibitions and the yearning to find truth/ time's waterfall of our burned scheming and trolling verifications lost to time

Religion, religion, sinners together we can't... Yet fires bring nightmares brings'... hubris brings Belial, truths denied...
Thou elated make separate truths and admissions, yet together the sham of the world is not dreams unsettled...
to the masses divine... for I am without the drifting sacrosanct armors of people... forgotten in time!

For I... I...
am the all of which you had ,
justified political disintegration
A superior deluge, if everyone's building ... the building blocks of time...
Eased truth our only show
Only we believe together, no other, in the vying, comatose brainstorm
That birth freedom, versus cult, and freedoms aren't of this duplicitous denial's cure!

Skiff and Skaff the bleak  stitch has a sum of the all grey that surrounds

Under undulations and foibles from the skies lands the ground

Inside scatters of polished brandished leather the undertones panders  escape & the land


Yuletide, resonance of spring, flowers blusters and storms, wicken,  lightening and rains that sing

All of this can be found, strength of the tales tall, trunks affirming, braches exfoliate, solid girth from the earth's own

Enduring

Together with nature, all and I, if even a grey sky
Find the bark of all creations blunt - accessional not frail
Nor shy, nor the less...  of the spirit in you and I!