State you're mind, yet you're left to be...
Such cold distinctions, a promise there might be.

Souls on diatribes, wings on denigration, surface your beliefs
and your mind
If these forces all about... the triage on the clouds,
the yearning to live beyond what little we can see.
Tune our minds, their terse as thoughts begin, stretch illusions until
the purpose reaches and ends.
Life so impure, yet doubts even reach further...
Senses insecure, yet volition, times effort brings them together.

What doubt made of virtue-
And what endurance decried of the tame,
Leveled plights for the redeemed and
told the snide demons to cower in shame!
I am principle of light... and Heavens await.
Simplicity affirms I shall be avowed
Before times turn inward... before there is languish
and deprivation awaits!

In the littlest of hours when the cold Belfry screens its alumni...
In the God forsaken glyphs that are scrawled into the pumpkins
A ghastly glossy serpentine creature senses its prey and pleads in a trap for ablation
But cadence still strikes at the glow, virtues singing, virtues in tow
And frays, full hearted, mince meat organs, the sanctuary foregone, enters...
Decimation, exsanguination, and rectification from abduction of our souls!

Inseparable homing in- veiled in black, and stanchion hues
The cauldron was stirred bubble and toil tis the witch's brew
Lakes afire senses for which we have bereaved yet let go
Satisfy abductions through torture feeling eons of castigations
forcing hubris beyond redemption, our killed prayers...
  we shall never know!

Fasten facts, the dire force perception
   all awaiting the dense fears liquid.
Upon touch of cryptic sun...
If the treats ease a soul more... comparatively?
Mocking entities with a  dreary definition shan't
Break the barrier from what happened passed
   and what once and final in costume happened again  began

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Snickle it snuck by the text of tickety tucked
Burmese and Maine **** Panther and Typhoon
The guise of the ill imbrications of tiles of lore
Betwixt the center and cast aghast into the seas on naught
Sheilds fell short and velocity of the beast did comport
Thee with little hope of finding truth or vanquishment or champion lore..
At behest of the demons the civility once again was swept out the door
I have not braver notion than the jasmine and fools language
Yet distinguished are the bedfellows that save us they fight the truly savage!
With nor Godless notion
nor piety in tow the folks amassed to have a go!
"I can accept only an acumen and candor from the least of the less to
the greatest of all angels that upon grace I swear!"
They had decreed in the hope of making past dilemmas
But the unctuous beacon the Harold of evil the overpaid and underscored rose again
As faith had put it they were stifled not by nuance or systems
Only the deafness and the undertow that had created
  an egocentric and thoughtless causeless follow through.

If faith has betrayed me, my entire life... the entrusted dynamic varying between munificence

or lethargic catatonic pain

Lays innocuous clasps, brazen and denounced, assert  juxtaposition sans identity

the indemnity a semblance of soul redemption's cowls

   upon the call of the unclear

Lost identity flushing away my right to palpable stalwart meditations...

And the little worth of a day's work, lays only callous the thoughts of future redemptions

What trust is there?- In the guild of fate, the guise of champions and warriors?

Can bereft cessation of  continuing thoughts, vain and in claustrophobic retention -....?

Quell what small path of hope truly lays before me



The scratching arms and demon's claws

Shield resounding hope and prey on what little

clarification lays before me...

In the center of desolation is a slowly churning series of events

When the caustic remembrance of distant hope came and went...

And falling upon an enslaved cross, of all defiled creatures in eternity



I fear the angels have turned their back and beckon with laughs mocking me

Simple requiem, safe courted satisfactions denied, amassing principle

Caught by  Godless precipice, doughty subjective paucity and impure

  classlessness devolves into brash resuming horrors

That the best of me

Was the first

Yet again the least to fight and prove

What can faith redeem?

Streams and Demon Deems

Satisfy  your own clouded new world of virtues,
exculpate yours and mine
Thickening floam resets the shores, individuals
find their goals for perfections, yet demon's define
Drachnire drab dank demicold dens force questions answer yes/ and no
What winged perception was invited by all seeking credos and amounting squall of the serpentine dominion
Wasted penchant for mercy was lost as the turbulence amassed a ubiquitous forewarning the state of dissensions was begun  
With a slip of Lucifer's tongue the lives of the honorous had little hope that a course perfection may have won
Individuals souls inner colors ranging from pastel to black amassed their determinations and cried for the bells of toll outside of the crags that forced words back
And slowly the first and the last to arrive in it's sardonic soliloquy
Fought so bravely with pride and justice making way for the virtues that call from the depths of eternity
Kraken and Demons, Soldiers of Hate, dividers of the be all soon surfaced to defy the brazen blast from the anti sinners and the martyrs from lives which in subordination await
Call back no scorn for the evil that approached we shall stand tall and encroach on them as they once did upon the lives that once lived

Now and forever alone and acceptance for sanctuary broader than the farthest seas and deserts, enshrined in deliverance a voice to slip beyond the entrenched cost of waring peoples and the demons disease
Simple tasks slow mornings and avenues full of health and redemption wait not of fickle prefect but to see the joy of a world free in the morning glow

Future you await us, the dance of macabre bastions and battle-bound turrets away, the closest fillagree jasmine and boroughs from the creatures that live as prey...
Now only a demonic clause as the Harold declares and the vices unfold to portray
Strength of morality and drastic accolades define
the best of you and me

Dancing and singing , on crystal toes
The fears are not gaudy the denials are not nare' aired by foes
Inside closest wheels of times spent and thoughts amalgamate
The spinning of virtues and the reclamation of virtue against hate
Dearest royalty these years we have shared in Sovreign disguise
For the valiant effort to live for betterment of all was posed as yours and mine
Together we acquired photos losing never a wonderous wealth of  thoughts to pass beyond our surface perimeters
As the vast driving honor passed between us, betwixt our souls and was made uncalloused for all to hear
Give me this notion to bless the day
As all dwell on the Heavens forthwith
That our eternal queen shall ascend and together her and I stay

Go to astringent hurled globs from killing viscous slop
The gaul if believed comes from the hearts inside cuts bruises and a broad scoff
Little prancing feet are the guilt and glee yet un fortuitous of the be all of deathly infinity
Old seeing eyes yearning for pancake morphing clarity
Live un calmed by the unclarity, the wilted force of downed dandelions and squashed dreams
What little I could claim to elevate still languishes in the unknown
For senses are not direction and habits are retro dysfunction full blown
Center your courtship finely crafted thinly set close minded abominations
As the ***** tightens the justice from ethereal destinations glosses over and you begin to believe your annihilation
Lude acts voracity pompous foes glassy couture freezes and begins once more
Can you believe that sands and forest, oceans and stream are behaving in synch with the world of next generation dreams
Or are you part of the cause and effect spillway a fink and a rat Sporadic memories are conclusive the  future shall remember you as that  
No cause for devolved world where special lives are cast to poverty that smiles in the new American systems for the grande scope of
jimmying the media ******* means...you shall rest on your silken pillows so clean
While the fishes rot the skies turn to brown in a pallor of drastic debased ******* scatter rashes burning lungs and causing health deprivation
The stupid pastimes become picnics in dust and the one free will for all and a self choice becomes oxygen masks on the denial nation