Transpire as it does, the quintessence of my worth
may pass by any...  before it's unearthed,
The realms transcendental,
and the whims and vivid emotions coincidental

I'm walking and flying, but certainly
can assimilate to any speed!
Even E= mass squared, whilst, under the canopy of civilizations, the million of years- of natural environments and its beauty, gallant and undeterred...

Written, most certainly, of- more often than one cares
The beginning and the end works in ease and secrecy,
  or thrills and danger if one dares

Though, there is too much to lay an entitlement or realistically,
I say, - what accentuated label one affords
I am eternal, awe inspiring,
Life Itself...

For I am a poem with no words!

Please God, the forces, the black magics,
can memory erase?!...Banish
Infringement on the preventions
from being preyed upon by unwelcome
and take 'any' action, canonistic or sacrosanct

I have no path for disruptions from requests,
for they speak of vats churning peoples yearning life asunder
but feats from the west...

Have a common displacement and golden yard of deafened seasons tonnage

I can relocate, only to ****, yet accounts of when oneself, myself included,
too righteousness kneeled... do fall to the devils deals

And yet those those with problems,
infringed on meaning(even),
the world from any other Darwinist society
senses and reveals, now it may be

The relocation of humanity and societies call,
as it is may be...

The dearest most relevant shocking revelation of them all!

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!

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.

I'm all of the senses aloft mithral, killing, afire with knives& beating
We are the freedoms, the finesse to trust the ever free force of certainty\

Thaumaturgy brought an impaled branst, forever lights the sword cevies
And the Elven truce atones, all be gone tomorrow...the chill of ice's winter!

Tastes of the wilds
Taste of the flight
When the river runs through we're the forgotten light

Now we try leaving forced to behold such misfortune!
In flight, the killing asunder, as we never fear/ we're the warriors

Such spies, beacons, unhurting, so together we admit the furious belies

A god of Hell, the Gods of Heaven untrusting designs spiritual inside

Mithral and shallow

Tastes of the wilds
Taste of the flight
When the river runs through we're the forgotten light

A Sentient Throne

Never encouraged to sift past... through all fortunes light
Worlds, so telltale, conquered crusaders of will's plight
Listen there's sorrow, dispelled inside
The crystal courts.... and the battle is no more

Then oppression & control of the master keeper of doom
So they've burnt unto the cross... the witches soon

Let again our eyes turn to silver
Be against lightening fires, no quicker
A sentient Throne
One war with eternal war

Bittered lights cascading through dancing illusions
Twisted conspiracy/ to take the final weapon

Set to avow, to dub the final weapon
The harpies of the dark expel the send

Might and fury they're alive/ with the black forest alive
To those who are the seekers, to never land I send thyne
Let again our crystal courts clasp what our eyes find
Doubt within expels the treasure's cost and furious... that lays inside
Sentient silvers, veils of weapons/ the lore and the lost
Are you the witch's servant?... too quickly the ice pentagram defrosts

Can the war take away everyone's spiritual pains
God or Satan beseeches you/ the only path of completion is to be insane!
I'm still stunned it happened like this, a sentient throne!

Hello then goodbye
that's what a crazy girl once said then
spelling two four letter words
one that began with s and the other ends with C K
detriment
Probably Californian for rest in peace off the edge
of a pier then disrespectively placed beneath the pylons
bequeathed lack of knowledge "baby lamb'

It's a jiffy the mind of images moments that the
Witch refuels the same ****** game, that which is a same namesake
as mission from effort

Faulkner or Neruda each gets to the telephone
they have a writ of wit the right to disposition.....
Only I know the city is writhing
awaiting to indemnify the files of compulsory opportunity
as simply that sneering besmirching and scolding at their delight

A clown in a diamond cloud writing
only another storm when cause and
Keto and foreign and season tickets 'oh they only seek the same storm of lightening and receptions
of the slaps that belie truth as the norm

Attack, how mean was this merriment and a reach that supposedly was noted
as the free way to reveal simply... I know I'm ******

Yet words, a wife, a new girl, get on after that school girl, she moves and shows,
perhaps even a devalued face of the clock/ when grace solutions are fare
from the free norm and dissolving chemicals are back form
the(Guatemala) chicly revolution that cleans the houses and divines the water

Ahh such moorings in the swamps of the castles Christian permitting the crimped curls,
each associated table cloth was a certain tear
as the table was set

Each name writes an analogue and for truth the personal novella.(tell me something I don't know),
yet now and only now this opportunity shows the same place that all is so ****** stupid...
words can have only deviances so our reverie junctures allow

Form a game of great philosophies, we're at the games of realities,
yet such embarrassment of the errors that were left behind,
discover that these word games of humanity allow...
performance as the morality

Rather than all else fails,
continue to consider
the seasons for detriment,
the dirt of grim inner self reflection can also be indeed
the formulation from which all are playing their *****
& might even be the vitriol on the way to amorous
fluff which in turn entailed the solutions for redemption for frailty or numerous flack and epistemology
rain through the rain to return to 22nd century reality

Delicate Truths May be

Wings slip...
Wings slip and flap,
undersetten or with a twinkle,
  Twenty memories: a statue that's governing

Icons yearn
yet this platter, as the Tea Tree,
disseminates  scents for reality is of realms

This Hearth is set with invocations
and a summons to transfer
Wild Moon jive from Saints with answers
          
    To a wandering exculpated eye, it winces
     To weakness which exposes & affirms, the mint

That's the sort - memories, free thought,
From personal thought to zero signals...

Which of all this  places a tangent on panache on the path
  of our war field's signals...?

It's unjust to allow victory with allegory of causes and victory's style

Vices as a newbie, like chocolate's reaches and stretches
                                  &
reaching the great move and groove titles
to simply include that  on the inside, all thoughts, are messages of reason, satisfaction
and against all odds.
Now therein lays, factual chains, be they of... death eternal, decisions to decision or innate toast to freedoms
Well are all and any of all beings may emote, a wit thereof
Sixty years viewing the simulacrum the wrongs, reasons

Yet levity and acumen and even mere variance
ever intentions could take
forever the grandest stand
Yet throughout this self judgment real disturbance, fomentation,
and being vociferous  

Spikes so nervous, only still, the Machiavellians  pound and plan

What's that the wife's a waif waiting to jump...
A Letcher bloke divinatory, soars immersed.. for
surely not a bridge,
though the bridge, as originally makes
the best of life, finding arrangements in everyday folk

Better start off through the aerie, thoughts of angels, decisions lazy,
mirroring wit, refined is one's lady

We shall freely end, be at all variations that lead to yes
And the English, they'd say "a bird and a man...in pitiful alliance?"
Then rebel pitiful braggers and let the blessed now reticent prevalence
lead to the holy place that all useless Messiah's go,
Golden rings, imperial arts, fleets of fighters, there they eventually go

... Or shall we prevent the turning of the battalions the lilies of tigers turn to rot
Destroying the last of every pestilent fool and join now the man and girl
to sovereignty for the rightful expect not...

...Owners of pain that endure... such titles, askew ensuring criers, cry
to the horror or the faith and hopes bountiful

All beings amidst their struggles did find a bridge to cross
then found it better that together we jump and therein
what was Valhalla all of us nailed to the cross
and with serenity the what was our mutual loss
now is a governance of the pall, a regret, and the loss
that still can render exclaim truth
we shall all be elated

Human condition

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.

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!!!

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.

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!

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

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

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?!

Sitting waiting for the glare...
from gifts of beauty and fueled dreams

Yet what I sensate or demand
   never tells the truth...

Of horror and tales that these dreams demand

Why put the day off if you don't know what it is?

It's only a death sentence... jeeze what chaos life inside breeds...
About a bluff, roads flying front abut to ground, before tossing a swig -as they aim for the ground.

This lonely speaking solstice is tethered and casing me for a thievery...

What more can weigh  me down?
  I know the free dream will soon hit the ground.
When you feel it, as it moves through the night,
   what destiny can brave grounded golden grand aspirations seek,
        and climb visceral to the platinum delight with you?

Now, yield's sensations of brutal werewolf daunting tasks
while the Rubicon was awaiting for the rhyme to reason was tasked...
  
From the slew of slowest askewest acrimonious new deeded clough.
   Our rough paced real world awakening
   affront stood with a standing stance akin
   of the lauded for the first indication with sessions of warriors
   that knew... for the last and reason cast to **** the lives of innocents,    
   for the lives of the be all, are with that of bane or function;
   affirm avail go through.

Ill fiends
  Ilk of Fey novum
    Ill laden defensive industry
      Ayla eerily Epicurean inside of thee
        Alluvium struts bind trammel stratospheric guts

Waiting till days are gone
endowments slipping so vain and cold
into estuary of sins
Why can I not make more of vanity's destiny
from fear's face and/ facts to me
Could it be dismissal, a desperation, a joyous clouded spring equinox?
Not go further than the darkest case for inside... insipid flack...
from all revryie/ God's creation
Why then denial & distain for the princesses stats that weans from
the subtitled shirts?
Because the ground is below and the sky is above oh the strength of destiny is all that I could've learnt!
Mother frantic daughter festers deliverance glassy and new the
plate of imitations dogma excepting don of more esoteric Freudian
hues.

The skethertyne bullet into ghosts and darkly knights...

This is the usual sell, senses, a zecher deniably so.

Waning hues of free life justify the hate, which cries alight.
Funk dusty double tone shelves/ funky trace  rounds of grace ensight-
Who shall call? Who shall hear?
What can I believe? Fear is the right.
Edifice; sense feelings fear and senses, aerial winding admiral Piett.

Watch oh' soul  the lavers... the freak real wrought iron, humbled's and stows....

Drench the ghastly hope with all  en masse & bludgeoning fights.
And now the duty evanescence feaks/ the fickle on mirror/more omitted doors/ and as so... the godly shows!The killer's rites!

Existence is a labor of love yet
a labor of love itself
is  found
...does reside within life
how to reconcile the difference?

The eased... exercised, the excised
When the souls are shining bright
I need to believe that it is there for me

Endurance foray as she dances and derives
  on the path all the way out to Lucifer's cabin
Don't just stand and sit thinking hoping pacing
  denying trying to unbelieve

The years turn to cheers
  turn to sears burning of criticism
    left by the masses deft unbound learned
       by denial's marquee

Until I find the start

  for which ends and eternity yield not

   an innocuous feeling not a one and destitute

     originally belonged to me!

Time, it could take awhile
As you look more inward,
  waiting for prosperity
    asking what can you question?
This reveille yet twisted spine
   yet sometimes the best intentions
      yes listen to friends
         some of memories imbrication applies
Alone lost forever fought off nothing
Case and detractions concentric highway
ad hominem sub rosa nearing reality's judgment
dysphoria now lights vacant display of glorious gusts of
reflections from child to adult now back inside ether plane sans the dusts of destruction of the time oneself remembered what lays paths  as of inversion can alight bounties of criticism

Yellow traced by turning grey cells
of beast and human flesh
reincorporated to bring life
Yenta fellowship survivors of the death
dance decomposed bemused
by praise living for death
the last breath of vapid corrosion of life fused
So you insatiate a syringe
eased detriment feudal stance
ephemeral standing scissors
birth of freezing ice that godly appearances stop
in the their tracks and I life informal
can't withstand and never doubted
the beauty of desolations craft

when you know
your love is
an eternal truth
then
What does it take ...?
if waterfalls break...
if sensations wince killing all hubris as enigmatic
what love does it take to satisfy...
the worlds quest for unceasing champions form of *******
if she lay in her state of life lifeless what breaths do I breathe
to bring all of Merdith's fascinating luscious contempt for weakness back to life?
All shadows shade in with a darker charcoal of tones bearing dismissal and denial
Yet all fast connecting brilliances
sunshine mornings and
debts of pride
for having cost a moment
too much to be without love;
cost absu the valiance
cost grace killing friends
and bounty of creations
Is this unsupined is a sophistry to furthest deny
or the plain real...
contemplations that deliver only
  the furthermost pronounced civility
   of heavy burdens of love
To an azure sky and emerald home
     with wife and children

Walk home From the woman you love
through the states of devastation
you shall walk as anyone
and all above
List the fences that stand
striated feckless
yet the twits that barbed wire expose
Yearn to be held
battle for sensations
fetal forming huyerons... space... touched unforgiving
So you've been trained
closed minded retribution
hallow celebration... wait no ; hysterical impulses
fed by thanks for the life you never lived
Ensembled the angels of mercy
wait to behold what little recluse defiant people had to reveal
Race stash and dash
wass to hash huffing
ruffer than burlesque iced quintessentials
Dartmouth to Santa Monica vasa scapula Lamborghini Countach  
You made the first move now

Live Into The Dreams

We are forsaken souls standing
front to back mirrored autonomic unethical
askance due our survival yet tasting our deaths
Humanity dear and precious
yet too soldering
hacking waste of life climbing vines of sinicism...
Godly freedom is not a parallel to our own
its the world we built/ it did deform
Caskets alive opening and closing with the wind
What spirits lay inside/ if a young catholic girl finds,
only sardonic vesseled fiery Gin

It spills the night ultrasulphonic descent
waters
waterfalls from a Heaven's restrain
uncleansed
bodies and dreams all set to pretend
Decisive dreams on hold till depression
When you stare sapphire green to black
startling lights fleeing homes and countries stitch
the ominous love of the clods and clovers of the 6 leaf black
Now! I am alone and the irony melts away now inside forever
I am able to sell the dream that we now know is betrayed
we are Belial

Into evil I am borne
Take me not away but deliver
The consciousness thought of waste deny and satisfy the
path from which I though the path reforms
The blank instrumental
Incessant scolding detriment
That ewes & chickens & *******
And bulls equally access & coalesce
Insufferable demure straining well to do harlots and dotes
What passes for confusion sights the soul
And solace severance of satisfactions...
Waiting dainty only secure revised
     salts of the Earth
       and while these...
And the butchered meats into the *** they go;
As well meal, vis a vis,
  forever endowed,
  surety confluence,
  etched schematic behind vulturous vows

Riddle of  tender sword of sirens get one hassle
and sell one tassel of the obviation inside the ritual
An enemy revolves around gluten free rotini
cold vinegary in the street
Should silence and the Angels tracing the wounds
affect such frustrations
Simple skates ruley plates fooly mates now
foully help awaits impressions
A world arcane belittled by dendrites
reaching Holochron 5k digital worlds
Trivial sights and meanings and rites
so incapable of singing the truth hymn
No inside the ease of emblazed endemic isoparametric systems
Burning bright the sensations halt
And now only the guilt of revenance calls

Deja Vu
Excuse me **** Eruption
Let's listen to Dungeon Be My Guest
As for Deja vu it happened once then you can guess the rest
Although I have stunted needed solid dreams
they feel certain which can compromise
and  settles the concrete foundation
so earthly and solid that distinction
certainly isn't choking upon it
Yesterday sinister ideas (a la vu)against
the strength I once felt
they pace the demon mold
while in fact the real world
inside attacks foresees and designs
the final twist of platinum silver and gold
that lays upon the wrist
Its a pentagram not virginal
nor of light not simply a motif
which the sensations divine
the reasons aloft find self alleviation and sessions cessation
to the fealty kingdom of the guilty of sin
this sounds the truth now in the fault
Classic murderous systematic dense
files of the hypocrisy once doubted
ever now I'm found
Because the last paced sensation
is the godly help that was promised
of reality's relation but
now deja vu
never could be found

With all of life uncertain we're giving
and pretending what matters less is life so cold
and opaque with postulant

In the arch of the morning the seas
of searing life are the seeds
of never-ending light
What calls of forgiveness
what matters less than to
mitigate the meaning of that
which sold for less the convalesced
The obvious condensed  obvious

With this I'm certain the claws of teething and maws
of feeding are only the only cause the cause to live

The cause to stand  to steel
To sword and confidence
the churning fortune remembers it's
all only caught in the auspice

Its return is magnificence

That was what the simple days
of past found about mirrors of hope
Implicit deliverance now imp lusting
  hulking GMO farmland and droves of young bearing trees

Please floods of Hecate and shadows of river Styx
  leave me and my crops alone

Was this just a way, a path, an easy step foot shuttle
    one two
left before right
you know. how you do!

Is essence of valued shores of the brave
new redemption some claimant golden faux pas?

For I am believing this deliverance
and the safety with ending
what began with fortune and truth

Yet sturdy feeble traces have denounced
Once again... though one being
can simplify soul spirits cast
One can not pray of strongholds and blitheris
   castle dreams confused stammered on cities black

I alight the free destiny
I claim a son and night avowed
Yet I live in blasphemy
And I have only hope as I pray to all dreams
And forces that may determine fate from above