The Zombie apocryphal that though there is no glitch to
presume a monger of disease, the play on terms for
shield and sword have arcing facts that drugs and
slipshod characters are applied.
Avalon your saints have soup of slanderous
punishment beset for the assuming deformity of these
******* rugs.
We've walked upon the shallow grave; but none so concerned
as the mighty caress of defiled weathered Zombie fleshes.
Angst a pitiless flaunting that bore filthy teeth,
as sharded deathly axes, make grinding with defacto skivy
of a clawing weapon.
And the prosperous call to human tears in the plump
juicy prey, shams on the syntax of writ, for a Zombie
lunch and evening snack from a romping day.
A ***** in the fence of those disastrous metaphors for
making death, a chemical attribute the nuclear winter
isn't uncharming of shores with sluffs, that as death
barges, can take to the sea.
These Demons, begotten, our Zombie creators; infuriate
a place for safety not to hold away the needs of the
greater monetary disarming.
The path is a child's free road, and friends and fiends
soon can only make it a passage to Hell's domain.
How destructive we shall consume of our ways; the blood
dribulets floating as hazy morning complimented pond
lilies until,... scratch the rebirth houses, of which we can
do no other than, be the undead who live.
Flooding sun prancing awakening miracles are these
killing field's seductions for executions that only the
unholy fighter Zombies dare to defy, for the
transformation calamity warning at us does not apply.
Aching rotting foul intrepid... what subtle needs the
cosmic school of thought; that Idju of the corpses
shanked about, for a slaughterhouse, is thunderous yet
almost not, a good feeling.
The tracing slashes go skitch skatch and felons of the
theory of life's rivers of blood: they are that
aforementioned not that of which was once which there
they stood.
Amidst a plastered riot, screaming dove tails.
Femmes with fancy attractions and ingots.
The shoulders are a girth of armies that should break
down any visage of hope as humans counter the terror
neither nor... the one time patterns of flesh are Zombie
thoughts now of a canvas painted with; as death's own
mutiny; the prey afore!

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

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!

I have my doubts though one way is  to cross through
Morgoth or Moloch or maelstrom of the daggers that
dare not do to you as I must
State of being as an American... graduations, convivials,
brunches and Sunday football gatherers...

Vitriol and dusts.. cruelty extremists.. in the Good Book I trust...
fire the moonshine runners, kick the tires,
burn the gloved fists, sapphires and rust

I am not fed by the chimes of spurious
daunting jabs and dares
We can not quiz valiance, doors to utopian
realms and passages to take us there

Nemesis so cloaked and free as dramas betwixt
were the destitute rally of failed strife stories now
They have begun being nixed for the better ones
That's you and me  
volley of drab defensive rushes
forwarded and returned
peeling by the time  
deliverance was the postage affixed

Always lost in hubris the darkest of hours
Oh God...Horus, oh Tiamat await within the spiritual spirits

Frolic a coy loss, avail and fail, win and loss,  free hits
Such as you and I, surely...
Pleasing to the laws that raced to sever flesh and verify ascensions
For as psychosomatic brevity scolded all were watched and mocked The decisions continue to contrasts to depths I(we) flew and swayed into the eves and dawns that greens of immersed magics founded of cadence  

Now shadows replace valor quickens the sights acknowledged
Words of attack too dense the ghosts slide into grasp of human touch
Making excited the lows and walking
the commodity of joy back home
I have swapped the cinders and children so futile and desperate yet history repeats surround now forces of the darkness as stronger wiser beings of the light have found it was to hurt me, they've found fealty in never turning the revenants  to madrigal wisps summoned by ceremonies of taciturn death
Tell me, tell us what you never did fragile young soul...
So nice to quell smooth novice frozen garb stitched of merry deniers
Unhook the golden copper wax coddled wires
Now use the knowledge of all creation brandish the satisfactions and follow the inhibitions into the new future
The ones that shadows had replaced time afore now merely we stand awaiting as servants to a cause at your door

Can I expect greater focus and stand derailed?
Our train for thoughts, not landed, until reticent reveals-
We formed and turned, tooted and found,
a direct place seemingly law

  the regard of wisdom fathoms
  tell tale signs not butter tripes
Is not time that similar insolence?
The gathered people shall renege as justice foresaw.

Glee in the place of prayer who can place their thoughts so well
Lest we'd be walking avenues
of light
irrespective of the towne's name.

Proclamations the virtue to share more solitude of thoughts
Which of itself is as original train... it  went off the tracks

Couple of minutes cinders free floating, auburn, yet, suppressive.
A fluorescent orange forms not an error with deliverance but how did it get there to  begin with

Perhaps a breadth of light did bless the soul

For I know not the real use - free to return to the basis wherewithal  systemary thought processes deserve what follows as they say shall conclude when only of pain

Thats not merry, rejoice, all reality follows the litany that you could have a special fate
an answered prayer for that real worth ,
a chamber of secrets if you will have waited to be
eased, soothed & ascribe deliverance's ambiance

Oh'! Brothers and sisters winning by means
of the visions lasted of years

While once... and never any thoughts that embellished conscience samples- what little sinicisms in these holiday prayers...
there are more armistices than need to
welcome reform or speak of ideals  
ode  and memento mori  old friends and I
Tales tall  have that we rationaly are physically well

But to evince what creations life's victories meant to mean
there are arrivals of whips lead by cornucopias  foods
and flowing silver hair broaches results of supreme
consecutive alarms that soon announce

Heavenly illustrations yet the sensations
eternal holds, a glorious femme

Whence seasons divided, follies... and arrives the memory of lyrics

Ascended path, gifts auspicious, send our togetherness and
make this our Christmas blessed and thanks so gracious

Troubled/ no or fair/ by the still golden waters cadence or refrain from the inclusion of an individual's own shackles/ which drum a constant clasp of the next intent based on the purity of the assessment/ schink shlank slap/
Cobbled were streets or hobbled we people/ their paths not just warriors but our own war with the weary looks of the discontent of gold without/ a mirror and resolved souls/
And so marks a facet to evoke endless return of magic's need for self preservation and the self that is legends own gold armour/ a victory we together pave/ Golden Stave...
If these are the truths we seek and/ the God or Gods to find answers/ then what anathema awaits or a convocation in place of that?... Of no less is our theory derived thus philosophy and deliverance interpose. Affine the nature of our path with a certain answer .. of only two choices... That which I am and that which I might convert
And we Christen this day with the memorialized self opacity - all persons but one in a mystic realm her story unfolds by the ancient altars bedlam...
What savvy morrows does clemency's graces trounce.. in upon as spiders/ no snakes assumed panderous/ a squander- no lions in a mane/ not lower but higher dragons by bane. Though the fury of deliverance quenching not a birth from dens of evil's title banned by ~gold~ and bones. In insipid shallows.. not a grievance shall I bequeath/ my final breath is upon the restless encounters sought by such velocity/.. of sallow's as any inner self. Such a contrast to presbyter zombies princesses and elves!
Why?!
I was in a dungeon in Hell being tortured by the devil.
Whence forth all stitches of sentient docile was challenging farther than the girth of the Lord's great ship. Reaching souls by way of coast to coast..
Lords and Ladies sorceresses and witches in for the storm of temper and bulwark. Each I speak of naught for turn of fortune is for one to resolve (she touts the Golden Stave). A lament on a basis to which no lives' have dragon for my soul and the gold which I seek not nither or nye but in severed tones to the justice I speak. Hear me this..
And a world/ and a lot of confused self folly. This is not the Lord.. These are not my reflections..
Aluft cloud or mezzanine protections and wrong impressions.
What chain of holy command can virtue make if the gift you hold was never yours to take.
It was not taken foolish old Priest. It was found as if by prophecy that I find the wellness of such pious virtues endured by the plethora's gauntlet for riches in Heavenly retributions, a constant hierarchy contrite yet arbitrary of obfuscation enough for my own liberation.
Your epicurean delight now fiddler to tunes of which the canon shouldn't find disingenuous reprieve to be certain..
But tis mine.. .. Flying monkeys/ fangs and claws. Though driven as prayer invocation the involuntary inveterate invertebrate doesn't stay for boundaries moxie shall soon be broken..
In arbitration the rapid deteriorations invective hastens a new anticipation of vile amelioration for disclaimed lay you/ lugubrious maiden.
Slayer slayer mox of nether! Light nor lotus prayer! Deliverance from which I ran. What soul pientous aster fiends by world and legend n tales run ragged as all else falls by the wayside. To what lays in my pretentious individuals land as my true own disquisition thus began!!

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!!!

That which I have none of ...yet...
fulcrum discount drudging its way through
Mortis cank luster ulterior architecture of neural Flax,
plying and weeding superfluous eventide drenched of light reflecting Silver portraying Black...
These are not one dash to a door to walk through and be done or leave but only focusing chalice of the daily usurpations
...  securely as both stalagmite and stalactite hampering a winding path through daily life..
It can't be fashioned of only of Baphomet or Arc Angels
its of a truth inside complexity
There indeed exists a subject moot, simply that it has to exist, Gratitude.

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

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!

Aggregates of Hospital's Alabaster-
deigned frightfully close -
   of enemy, boisterous identity,
cantankerous breach some...
  of happiness some and more, for the host!

Tell of a motley crue, worn of shoes lapping pathways, virtue abounds
Inside every great inclusive vault, medicinal throws
         The good work abounds!
         Abundance of the light!
Tenor falls... health's witness.... new compromise to abundance
whence lastly an ill went, new great cheers
nurture the horizon
once all well, God amiss
The nurses, ours glowing,
Help by God's witness
ever the constitutional Hostess

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?

this could be for certain...
why do I trust myself to let go?
when hands slip from casey iron rungs
a children's playground
above a deeper craggy crevice
than Kilimanjaro is high
where loneliness and death is the only sound
do I trust parted wrenched fingers?
when the truth below-
earth is so glad to accept newly fallen
extra rich mulch eager sin and egalitarian strain
That my faith sees body, limbs,
whole being- disappear before it hits
the obtrusive carbon settled
zenith tripped
up before it's being- a black hole
dry the fugue derision of soiled sluff
emersions quippe wasted by
envisioned acoustics lest awaiting impact
by evil was foreseen and though I take
my final cause of paths
alight of principle
the evergreen turnstile
supplicant demon eliciting
pounding pain by the ducts
of each wave of thought
I am become DEMONSTREIN

Send me your love of the Angels so High
Closed in shuddering bleak cadence, of faith breath,
     of nine hopes so alive
Lost with grips terse deeming futures of forgiven, yet,
   breathing haste of conviction -
     of the predication , all lives will be lost!

In avenues cases for flawed concern
   still cause the deathly blow that good and evil
       may not be discerned

But I am not drenched... from tears of rain by the somber sky

The time for convictions, resilience and verisimilitude
      with faith shall reside.

Give not a shallow promise... a hurt or expression,
     dawned in fear
For the passion of life is to give the living, brethren and sisters,
      a force perception
         all live through acceptance
           and truth availed in the clear.
Dawning, hurting, facing a challenge.
Rest easy, brave soul, the friends
    of golden light are unending

Trick or treat?-sent misery culling the excesses of societal boasting. Faustian gloating and vapors from our nucleonic vats.
Wish you weren't here, the swan song of devastating destiny
   shall ring whence treats are the fickle grease of-
    suppurate, formed...   by the angst & suffering & banality of
    eternity of  tombstones

Shilling for your thoughts? Razor thin laced hosiery, black and purple- blue,  snuffing the petals off neon colored flowers-
  as the dust splatters on the contemptible street...
a smile and snicker
A trick or a treat?

Yet in the end blurs of walkway's zenith & carved hemispheres of orange wickedly clear, grungy sugar cookies and cryptic air
All adept in spackled scents of snuffed candles. death alluring
What shall it be little pestering barking lamb little sallow boy?
Trick on the brink, turning of the light, or treat?... By the dealer as
Death's scythe's  slice? Annihilation lands it's might!

Yeah! It slows, the sleigh of 50 memories, my only guests
A toughened werebeast, countenance straight eternally
and the tears that weren't...
Before us remains the wicked lure in which everybody
writes for that laugh a day
However give me 20 of the sassy and 80 less of what you
Want it says our choice is to answer the top furthest,
brim of the cliff... from the fall in one's view
Thanks 'oh personal mystery, the actual writing, of which,
a friend currently claiming to be cool
Do the grounds create a game that leaves us
the means to never go again?
Or is that the duplicitous slop, of over reaching dreams
and fighting the inner self which aspires?
No! It's called ripped- been there - go there,
one more understood quest and food and a cure
I could watch the swaks of heaving formations, as hawks,
pleasing our marching roads of circles in the sky...
And dots below are but the identity of each of whom I protect,
but then you'd know!
So after that I'd have to **** you
There's fun in doing a rummage, old identity pages, instead it's more  common- eletrco fluster bluster of muted moments; typed, gaffed, well shed, separated, this is that and that's why
The thoughts brought on by an archon, her passes dogmatic, as she holds the joke while really thinks preponderance of the free choices that she might make
This tournament... you and your parents, teachers, canons might think by now the house of religious affirmations turned day to switching mosaics of sunsets
Alas their only call, the exiting by the visiting mob of picture viewing drone crowds
Our coaster slows, sleigh of memories... now jump! With any gifts! You must be in the right place, for it's as- amusement parks, they need verbs virtuality triggers, we're a likeness, drums that solo off into the air for commotions and war
Perhaps narrations, the story...a story you'd thought, books help god machines and zeroing in on cops, and floating autumn leaves a puff of happenstance, it all works out
Quenched occasionally through solutions but a triple take seeks mercy, to love and play- it has to hear of mountains
Whosever attempts to be a visitor, brings an equal  shut off valve for in reality wicked  statements burn while still the thirst for christ devil attacks... requisite,
To  land shorter than an idealist empire is tall

No one shows us who owns our journey for we have gifts for the truth in the daily complaint of life.. life  is...

You can cut it with a trick or dollop  or a sweater or garden cutters but your vigil remains a pitiful aftermath of society's battle, what else?

We're not done for, however, there be cheers, anymore, as a wolf eats meat and habanero fricassee cut with cloves smooths your voice...Yoo Hoo... you..who?

It's time for a tournament again, I fear, seek face masks and the foretold free shy and futureal unknowing robots that don't know to begin with... to begin with

Dearest ambition these thoughts though!?... Don't worry their over at stellar morbid factories waiting. lurking, aspiring  amidst the woe

Explain Hopeless  Also Resilience

The universe sows- difference to melancholy... those
plods of handkerchiefs, our mascarpone dessert
  is going for golden lucre mistakes,
   still we yearn.
Yet lore of strength... and music admired thearchy,
  streining people, people and pleasure
   and dodling as serfs.
Let us see... are the guardians,  immediacy returning?
Or is syphilis? As they languish-
  uptorn within theories and disease?
The champions of charm, still charm their ways beyond.
And the blank, evil, maladroit.. canonites and
denizens laughing at us?!
You midgets! You rein in a cat, tightening the drawn
leathur,  on the steering wheel!
Time to think about, whether,  a there there
is one on the windshield.
Let's drag it northern, evening time, with label
and remarks for a train to see.
An old varmint tries to say
"cool it.. wrong!"
Addressed by Jedidiah to stand today as Imoteph.
Hopefully marriage,  or the meaning of cool waters.
Yet, eminent domain unfolds, approaching time
has no ****** for the battle...  not safe nor,  daughters.
For everyone gets to get high.
And make to high ground in a hurry, tis an equity wing.
Whose this? I'm so sorry, I didn't call mocking a nuisance-
    of the Santa Ana wind.
It is dim after that.
She did fall and the stampede was okay.
Souls for the solar, far more than digging the punishment,
of autos versus freeing Mary Judge, semi adverse in the shade.
We're going to take our knives!
And your wounded young...
We gonna bring back to the killers!
...and (and)... their going to turn away and call you a
    ***** when you get married!
Imagine that.
A perfect princess wearing a blue dress...
We've never seen it before!
Only some sort of bodies- mess.
Her walking looks like a golden field rat.
So fast, devious, fully relaxed.
- As if you're about to kick a mimes but,
  the herbal kingdom in tow versus mercy shacks...
Has quiet a few doctors... as an earnest life,
  my sir and lady 'foolery' thought.
It seems very artsy,  that one is ashamed of
  bruises and the bloodshot.
'Oh this quagmire pie can join the back bone,
  hot on pay offs.
When what they have at the factory,
is touché Asian phone and answers all relent,
  of the same, sane, cognitive existence.

Yet bodies 'tra la la'  to corpses
... whose mine?
Should not rot lead to dirt..
Mix of the wretched Earth...
it's very beneficial when it's found...
  which is what greater doses or leaves
     of war-  appeal and abound.
The game sleeper trying.
Stated, again, as ignorant-
  as a feloric fox askew.
Redemption.
Amazing grace was done by the orator,
  bobbed, however, with modern translations.
Which then, was that which.
should not be, what now
is merely, the sentient that which is?
Could not all of this be over with and get done?!

Hateful, hopeless,  yet tuff, strong with resilience....

And that's what keeps going
on... and ... on... and ... on ... and ... on ...

Am I still living do I **** on God's command?
What can my soul fathom of my slumber.. what is the plan?

Are solutions fair or evil that demons' skills plough upon my ear...dare I define you as you have me?... debtors crave flesh

Dawn rare swift quotes by their undertones you are yet to have, fenced burning for expression, will you call clear? Skeptical witch endears

You are unnamed types that of import move on to the next before the friends even touch on relating back
Why if we stand hutches seep carnage blood moonlit banter before fallen memories refuse to face our dead
Gnawed genuine venomous gargoyles are we... lives by the sign of the ***** who screes by the nines and sways with the bats winged blunting through caves of the mind in our sky

Souls tell contrary... to laugh, feign pleads of great lithe flaunts across cantors and countries, a vestige of the dark light

Estuary's loom of private butterflies membranes lull of shadows with cryptic blues and replace love with holds of a rainbows indicted as they greet our coven

Close our eyes... shapes rhombus differential clouds dusts of ultimate buffer approach siren of purple and green dive into morphed reverie

Not persons hammers shields sabotage marauding
variance destiny reveals

You ancillary! You roundabout! Barrage pains a path, roads and flights over etched instances derived so separately...
You your self makes the difference and so you listen of the meaning and of the preening, the delve into an elegy of unwise diadem

For this mentality does the worst despite astute gowns and rings that crush

Am I still living, do we know if anyone cares, most haven't stopped trying to consume the front from which they were born then lost,
whether its instinctual, or of the evil diadem.

The are thee; that offer the effectual word, as much as anyone,
instead, yea accused of ******
It started out with the idea thyne wanted to be moved, stopped,
moved again, all Faberge as if images of people dancing
about lightly in a circle
However, what you did your whole life, -just did baby the temple, so thee had another one altogether not producing music, as it goes, doing more bad, ie: song is good
The mog god accepts is acceptance, of the lord we know you saw, as for the word your servants, yet, understood the councils of his messengers
Face not the bends on the river's meanderings as if in a  boogie woogie, constantly, it keeps smashing the good up -to a worked definition that is a recovery path
Comprehend this thee certainly, had some of so, to introductions yea. For that right there is set to go, savvier minutes make promises nary but, this, moreover of angel's aged wisdom, adays trial and error... no learning and forebear to others... or perhaps the switch of one's own strategies
Blessed each differ... who owns the tune... the celestial impasse of sorts, tis that we make our way through

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?!

Hyper or hyperbole domes of gladed with gaff enables by breeze through broken panes shouldering voracity of greener energy than unborn of saucers nature of beauty asked green granulars webs of pin dot loess fell witness that Gods beauty was nigh bestows with greatness developed worms worlds and wheedles times until victory defeat remain affixed ....who shall join light & freedman night as we saunter through this future redoubt?

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

These freedoms I hold uhn uhn, respectively yet with
Introspectometers nobody could argue law won't end
they and you stand
Chattled and bound huhn, systemary merit

For a day's clouds breezing through Los Angeles
un an old good American towne

As the checks and smiles, mood cast- a shadow
on a beach at the north end of LAX

Seventy writhing blights of unknown caterpillars
unfurl and could  set to follow the way the
others' metamorphosis uhn uhn begins

These rights unto all is more for grunts though
a labor of love then un whimsical moments

Shielding a freeway of thoughts while under the
love of the leatheur glove since complex advents

Emergency water stationary for each
small droplet is unleded by pipes, oh these
last round of drinks were found by and by
Barbed tendrils make confusion of cocooned well doers

Border runners in beige with bikini clad women
on bikes...
unknowingly, that's why,  it was

Cast aside undulations of wealth are too
grande for blessing under that guise

In so much there's one more uhn uhn the fervent image
of aberrant ken sitting now soon to pretend... again?!

Civil recalcitrant obedience "we still eat apple pies!", isn't it?

It's of a place to be this Labor Day, unknowingly,
the burning images of its peace & lore... is
anon ashore and amaze of waves...   found    indefinitely

Excuse now your fee... advantage to me... ha ha ha.
We'll have you on our journey impurity.
Asinine simplicity... that's the answer? Could it be?

Help!- now, please.
Disclose the hold on distribution, of joviality disease.
Excuse the little value, one acts out hoping to achieve.
Life includes processions, only my own forever- bleeds.

The garden maze of space age zeitgeist- anew and value.
From people in 80's video game world... to shame the mirror showing you.

Impurity.

My minds an awake magic, metropolis trick.
Ground to floor, empty shelves cluttered with disgust-
it makes me sick!

Yet, even as one poses,
- stalwart the self to bear witness.
Godly accounts & chartreuse roses.
Inappropriately phases grind away- a tear in Godblesses.
A dream one, almost. never chooses.


Perhaps proof in the paper & doubts life was fair?
It's there- the poetry, a forming dominion gestalt stare.
It's more the loss, not being bait scorned, as a missive too impure.
Returns thus! My contemplations! ... And creativity the only cure!

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

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

Did you know people exist universally
..what missed the material witness?! Surely...

While magic reforms the reversal diode
The street of dreams cues another ladder
of the consciousness you showed
With the skitter skatter what once was efforts and memory
Are now removal followed with indignations as if a shoe in
for the reformations bearing...every...
Material want.. as with all beings
And into the times of magic we go as infant then through
The two events even though their minds' eye
includes no sensations of the sound or wanton
Immerse yet driven people as acolytes caught in minutes
of somatics and summoning spells begin or done
The error of reasoning returns to trails can this mean to those
a play on war in that which God and soul avails
yet vengeance though good was a ranted play on the terms
Which should weigh heavily ensnared in blue and green
as if this seismic chain was free and clean
So too does once the magic.. reforms assimilations
of bodies and paths then so too shall it be with the created of celebrations

Go as a valance besieged from air eddies
halos running green alluft spirit
descending yet beaten deviation bashed on the floor florid sumptuous juxtapose rendition
Youth, possibilities change the May breeze catches equality of swooning ambled as drugs replaced  life's Remy Martin fixations
Happens in honesty fans glancing electric cars mole of squeaking rationalizations perchance to fool the only interest, system of and defined it, weakling mule is more the molasses deflected and used, not so soon more deviations
Girls mesoscopic diffys of the coercive game of playing thrills of young being too late for some most or some, accuracy weans pallor off mutual compressed fears
Alacrity deafens Zurich wheat dyed pale torte ones step of children as justice from yesteryear pads from the speakers thunder or consummate near future which doesn't undress, that away anymore
Oiled worlds hissing in groves of ash the door to the abyss strives to make it a loving crowd affined of floating aura's space wind cleaving affections
Faintly revel drunken as tawny kitten set for a box however curtains were sewn and thinking of the dress wages bemused diodes electrified strut
These were causes not drifts deigned for oceans' volition, escapades of pain away, switching churning glassy gravely silty
Think of start of truth the song going back to the days from when  your angels whole cassock tactile black as battle tactics of harpy lack
The time to cry is stressor, not wielding that fiend, effective searches free
Go now sheer scarfed wager blocked into closet upper corner for suspicions of celebration have archetypes, only giant hooks, sunken flesh the flight of fancy could undo
As crashes fend the dormant, glaives whissing sorcery mends
the search for a tomorrow that's new

This friend to you is the ****** of me...

That much work was invited to be an augur for
that which took place while pamping your ***** face
When you first choose to defeat the imbued and mortified
you'll follow prints of clarity and you yourself, which is self defiled
Sit in the hash marks of the hay it's the reason your face is in a friend play

Rest in peace guffaw, badly and sadly keeping a nest
for the Phoenix's age is a part of the glory and splendor
Say its pet to impress your companion incumbent mayor
Through a fraction of infractions, of less I'd be crolling myself
on Friday evenings you don't get to go there, no more posey tosey slim suga' zoey
We're in remittance all the way from our pacific coast playground
Into being that friend to you and I to the ****** in me
which breaks Solomon duty's glib structure and ends the deaf ambiance
As if watching it translate into a game player who turns the food and slays the fox
How are we sippin of the main course How are we shuffelen' on the reign tort
How are we slippin on the main roar
Because you'd cry in a brown wily suit at the state of life
in the sauce of a business day for whom you kept a sunflower that wept
So be it, the relevance of being a friend to you is addendum; the ****** in me
I don't see why that makes any sense I labeled you a failure alive even while you play
Those video games and societies like a spike waiting to hike how much I hate you aptly so

Then one day a place that leaves no boundaries
The need makes duplicitous ideas of morale as a symposium
Then each sound place in your mind is chaotic and yet invasive
God will lay behind a chain of sin versus survival and beauty with symphony
Yet what state did the availing claim make for their own, the ones that stood behind it

Yes it's a property of life, being friend to you is the ****** in me

The flagrant deigns of desperate eyes the source fools
Now shield God because your loss of honor fits into rules
We that pray upon molded fronts because the chaos sings
Are the first choice adaptation swaddles rings queens kings and beings
Letters written to pluck the freest of inner beliefs and needs
While deviled haughty contorted voices hurt the suffering pleads
Should not grace take all continued not by horded fronts
Touch free states underscored by distant chains killed by wants
The stash enters dominion  the ever bright and avenues of cold
Stay brazen with images of the lautony never dying rolls the feckless cadence of the resolved...
I shall be never denied
I am determination not wolves confuses in denial

In poetry there is always a great deal of eluding undertones and connotations, though defying, a reader must seize and tackle. Illustrious examples of worlds of secret meanings more than often can be found in witty poems. Acting as a narration and deriving a situational behind the poetry one is left begging for a truth behind themes of adversity, transcendence, or even polytheism. Poems are plush while painting and considering original statements. what at first may be implied or a life's meaning suggestion often can strike a reader as being more than the narrator can handle or wrathful or even too loud of a reference. Ironically it is the intense descriptions that often call forward a sense of care free being poetries can bring. To suggest impudence or be clubbed by wise parsimonious verse is not an abashment but the passing of judgment and behavioral analysis in creative structure.
There are lies planted by poems and yet often a reader can find how the tone affects, in fact, the opposite take away. Strong statements aren't necessarily meant for ill bearing, but to quote an effect outside ones own admittance, creating observations and perhaps a triumphant fuse. Entailed explanations ask the reader to bend to match the pomp or seriousness or divisive stooper. Lessons are learned, words cast and final arguments stands with a  simple reference.
Themes about life during this day and age or relationships with others can bring renewed interest and break barriers ascending from the norms to a sense of meaning. Such writing can plead and catch thoughts of personal prudence or implications of great strain leaving not just a silver streak but a moment cast; the reader is in an aura of gold.
Whether  hidden meanings or a stolid imagery, each dignity of a stanza cast with thought, no compromise can be expected to grind third levels of clarity, saturation through nuances, rhymes and ambivalence. The cloth over reality now can be an  acting curtain raised and the stage for prophetic acumen awaits the stylized performance of words cast to the live event of poetry!

Iced Dark Beer and Gallon of Margarita...
Faire terns relinquish the draught from tempest boast that
Daughtered the spiders running spout which
gland nor goad had taken a' sure
Fire maw lapse to foment by
the lash of tongue words an 'bout

Still many heinous fledgling derricks
for citrus n tequila  flapped aurum
Allows a fledging heckle doers 'n feisted
their doubt to fink the stockade
Which earnestly held embossed
spiritual letters donning clad
That spoke of weddings and joy
soaked frost not a catch of the day lost
They had

Heft the clod hopper or tankard or masskrug or pale
Dainty once winged and free swanks none
other all folks of the townehall
Choose the beast path forward for previous
rather than bourgeoisie commercial of other
Thou who thanks loess n troll of vanity
which doled the age an name of the
Finest distillery and brewery still derives a
Djinn waster fought and over with
As trial of nepotism mocks on an the liver's faith
shows magic's jist once more
'what now this been all 'bout'

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

Sitting tykes burned foliage dendrite dikes
Little must devil and dust fastidious proclivity
Burgeoning each gamma and beta flee with light eddies arid not temper
Summers fink dropped sweat waxen goliaths bracken bracts flummoxed of ashen desert
Trial of carbon of smothers sisters and brothers graphite delusions of water fed gnats blasting the torrid fires
Leviathan confessions wields fuming digression from the truth of need a fleet of mighty 747s water drops!!!
...and Phos-Cheks too! Said Smokey the Boo!
Channel the gas tax to what need be done
20 Water tanker 747s at Edwards Air Force base
now maybe the real war is on!
Even if you take the face value for what it is(a good way to fight fires that's been needed for decades our paths must have strayed) there's no arguing the facts of the mission people lose houses their lives ****** disarray it's only a tax shift and refurbished fleet of jets away

The seething service, words, you have enough gold
Replaces with a sniffle for another award  no meaning
can't speak mirror, doctor folds
Razor eyes cut glancing looks
your attention presents a tamer than ornery
pause for  creativity
Had this status been something good or bad for your time?...
or was it your *** caught in working to sturdy...
Mountains you're  an Andalusian on Adirondacks an Adriandak

It wasn't interesting working for the little Pan inside of me
a touch closer to sinn fein bought for systemary cracks

No less, tougher in the rain and forms of the unbroken bid to tear me right in half are little allies as...
A ****** of crows surrounding to beat down the pious orders for redemption, and perhaps what God asks of us...
in the end

Unfortunately man and woman don't know huge states of faith as.. The aforementioned metamorphosis and struggle must all be accomplished under the suspended identity and disinterests
"Join now"- an important band, cackled the mortal doors to the person yet still responding with amoral codes
Sand paper paddles from azimuth through every insect from creation swatted on the intellect like a drinking tab left for revelry of Irish families at Saint Patrick's day pub
Whether it stings ... you're a cat and can have one fish in a homeside pond
Yourself'll make you pay for it with revelation and function
simply because it exists rather than elitist celebrations..
From which many have fawned

Honor, triumph and suppose to displace
these waves that took you there
The same old sun, it ain't any other way, the farmer sends food to the table each of us share face that's glib, old and young

With increases in patience the experience takes us (at least!!)
farther than we could've expected ourselves to go,
in this mixed existence of... our inner scathing
versus this... our seething world

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.

Theories theories 123. What in my life may I ever be? Inside the gurgling throttle of too many simpleton ideas; the next one falls through and the first one dies out. Is that the only reason operant victory makes a form?..
And a form to life, is one's ideals. Ratify, I hope not, because, of the trivial, inside a wanton unending of bunnies of the hunting ground, known as North American publishing groups have need for a force of treason. These ideas are a, "mean season", if you remember its meaning; a storm above and beyond the typical and with that  to forget the nature of free bided senses which amount to a veritable mass of discretion as to what can't stand at the door of an accomplice to a beggar's dream. Thin lives always think there is only that and the case of this exhibition is no different, however, the girth of a yearning inside the eclectic and exuberant hold inside the fires of writing and the ices of creativity can't deny their only one step away from a superior calm or a nervous impulse.... The state of the be all that is life as we know it, or more specifically a life that knows what is and what it does.
Maybe within one week, you shall return my solicitation or maybe even two or three or more and more delay...no simple...no harbinger or Faust fears, or at least the less of that in me and thus the less in you( maybe that's days). Hath thou regarded what it is I have to offer not what it is that denies my redemption against the state of unholy disgrace known as the "no" title,...form,...and exaltation. For these are true written verse and words and stories and vignettes and movies! No, you have by the time you find the word is yes, for the other is - no... yet redemption for you another day is the struggle as you find yourself less gracious keepers of the knife door, in which arduous and steep inside mist  one asks that the knife not be slowly twist, while I instead ask only this...
If you follow... The drinks and the rounds have been passed and the govern and the mighty queen in reversal of fortune have allowed impressive to diverge and make more for their lives as a similar promise about way stead   United States of America  ...    
one may divest. But that accrual sinister minister that lay at victory's door is that simply... please may I hear from you once more.

What timely threshold taints the sunrise, yet
   soon should I find an evening?
No more the territory of all truth
than conniving chops of every feral militant dream...

Yet energy and activity, a vast proficiency,
   though embattled ensnare the owners of me
    with purpose and flair for the extreme

O moment too bold, yet forever in possession of transcendence
   true detente between the existent selves and the fantasy you

I am the sky
I am the sea
I am the reverberations of a deep deep blue.

for all uncovered phantasmal philosophy sessions
through light of a universe worth answers with your directions
with nothing billowy clough inceptisol variance churning
different only by laughing seasons and a solution gladly skulking
for next is horrorous torture that time and the body endear as essence of eternity

vague quenches absorbed because its water or
deadlier than dibvulets of hydrofluoric acid for extremes
one must have one or the other

what ease there it lurches as zen unknowns the studies
by eaglet yet to fly months after being born
what amulet what strikes of light set us free the need for flight or aggravation of earth impact ...the extreme
Is anticipation worth giving less or that is harm in harms way
an infamous proverb perhaps instills more the lonelier you get
then we'll get along together famously
Unbroken oaths and godly fright and deadly boasts
would fault of self redemption itself not bring to the
cave of Plato more than answers simply the pain
of any decisive decisions dancing as cells of life
through the vapor the darkness and needy extremes

(feels not as original or a truth of ideas however schemes well)
Tally of mace on nucleus of life's decrepit rung
Desperate dance attributes poison apple and silver tones
Inducing revealing cold eyed banter vaudy poems
Insidious demon tongue nor right from wrong
This is our Halloween
Layers of loess everywhere that time calls out
To the lashes of rancid social whips
Daring as shackled warted frogs motionless hips
Another death angel amasses and stumbles about
Forensic silk of life's intonation...
to defer avid devil
voiced cloth into... pathetic aberration
Masquerader not knowing right from wrong
This upon our Halloween song
Aptly a force fire and ice
That strikes a zeal
The zombie pieces of imbued flesh squeal
**** flying birds for altar thrice
Rescind all spots in the pews evil runs through
Sharing nightmare of attrition with nervous children who
Invoke ******* ghostly images of iron bound evil views
In shadows of society's passion of rot
Dire is walking misbegotten ground
Hate fear floating abyssal holds resounds
To wear costumes and rejoice barfing... who fought?
To next generations this passion we try to endear
Is an act as desperate as it is most insincere
This unfortunately my vicious evil queen
It bequeaths the truth of all our Halloweens

Have you not a seat and a plate, what did you just experience
Usurped all went to get half and chose the only answer we know
Deconstruct denial we claim, of someone's fault for strafing, to stop

Through ear not disease for its' handwritten of the news one goes in and one goes out

Leaving a pit in being so stupid as much that innocence thinks "it"
The stop wasn't harmful traverse the potential self guard not marriage but sifter of golden plates holding holy water.. says "Better be there tomorrow!"

But past you, pass every thrill **** of whistles attempt oh early death show what drinks the peon has for sphinx biscuit weren't it of good ambitions in your language

Common events stupid kings business must adhere to stay rare the smile across your cheek as a reptile house must you wear

From theater to rays of the innovations casting gloom from never afoot munificence as dumb as de' acteur destroying peoples faith in scandals recites it ****** you off ,we did just now with this!

What happened to tournament of hellos calibrated by Hermes while money lands trying to gun at gus the *** on bus ruffing graffiti

Mechanical roses have piqued the fleck from obvious empathy to models of semi European ***** student apologies when we've wept right now

Draining the water from the tank the city does use to develop and seek
After the work chocolate basically in first badgered how are we and there and syndromes did contract, quartered but not foul only blind as a duck or patient rosemary awaiting a tincture in prohibitions government flux

Now lets have the trivial continuance somewhere begotten all paused and the marionette did swoon and painted the picture "we market and think"

The soul was the sell out when they sold out of going in on anything other than the nothing that went out the window with the rest of the nuances to one era ousted the doing in out cast while anti 'd the cry for dials ***** when turned the souls alive for the next round of dimwitted truncated yet out from the cold and in lambast, no doubt

I should have equally punished the waters of separation from concession princesses as above yet pain does divide
Inevitably thank you when the defended help that now watches the slanderous puffing tonnage lip smack  slams as of legends into
what more than "simply can anyone paint a wartime cabbage"

Oh wait that's what we actually do!

Better Shut Down Crooked Crown....
Now a hold peoples resolve, next to the brave
At do or don't break shudder at continuance
Night and day/ the state's' people lose and the infinite is to blame
That's actually who everyone is throughout all
eternity when life begins
Sorry badlands you've lost stop being immature cold stings again
You have a place in real irony's face including you lost
Prepare to triple defend
They're at the halcyon player so phony but not the...
...First place in the ether and days of victory all around
                we surround
Please listen as well realize that was proud
and the way life works/ a validity
Conversion of culture brought over by the frailty
of the wisps of mist
The real reception however is for the keeper who never ceases the plagues and   illusions kiss
Play through with strength sever the façade accentuate
bodies of lambs in the books
No place for proven worth of a world unwrithing
caught in the shams of the crooks
The real you born through and through you remain
a power of detentions
What erratic lows coaxed the arrested light that now is
zeitgeist of elations...
...Now the world's resolve a path to save
At the next quake of religious juxtapose crave your blessed piety for all to share and then ask the vanguard which frees the entity to watch the souls we shall all one day never live in fear

I do not bow, of these different kinds of social constructions and
With the artificial functions exampled "extera mortis"
Lets shift
And for some a more familiar substantive kind of use or example
Between definition and rationality
Social elsewhere and projective
Can be plush excepting our attributes
Entwined affects externalizations of being spiritual
Yet individuals, combinations, between punishable then thrown
Follow some complications even acts confused as Holier than thou
Find an anchorage started by a path, a faith, a cause
To be masked or within a home of truths. let us ease each
Who may be sent East to their harvest or
West to find spices and joy industrious
Ignorances, body, trellis, enochlophobia, passive gardens of bemusements
Who stakes these claims?
What Id controls the ultimate devious justified externalizations?
A behavior, exemplars, shall we greet in this revelation with askance
No!
Perhaps simply the same self a sentinel daily
Confronts so demeaning a demon that strikes each day.
Witness metals magics the one true choice of freedoms and pride
Glorious saying in the end we are all much the same
Did not these social confusions have distaste
With you the truth
Before leaving town did not Bob confide

Did you Even Hear a Sound of the Gospel this Year?!

(Morbid Angel Seven Kingdoms Helloween Hammerfall
Twilight Force Nile Malevolant Creation Lord Rhapsody)

What the jazzy hurt features when at closer look-
its time, tik tok ,arduous, deadly, scaly. slimy  rungs
So slimy for more absorption of the book of
tales and verse inked  for return
Walking with foibles- lettered with plough and puritan ruts,
The rungs dry tender meat of the young self conscious youth looking for answers clubbed with indecision
Shirked the nice fool squeaks hoping to hop over and get to it
Fastly set up ladder the affections of reaching
out to an impressionable matters
Discussions of hate confused by rescue from paths
Picturesque tunes and requirements really
have saturated the city
The real palace guard making from the
turret slips from the top
With sub taunting murmurs and laughs
the young still really love the ladder
that made someone fall on their ****
Yet to see them go into hiding
thinking of the inversion ...
they know they've been proselytized
into seeing it's beckoning for answers
at unintended reverie
Explain one must great glory
and to see our people defiant
when veering machines
make quick work of the synergy,
Our people must avail with no  conforming distain
for the free natural reign
that is glory,
speed and death metal in eternity!

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!

We love, always,  changing sides
Reasons go wild,  a community rides
One supportive angel fire, death resides
Pwam! Skow! Wap!...
It's not the cops in general    
It's the clown cops who think their generals in a war

Study ordering the slight change of inter ethics
Amongst network with those who fail code of conduct, not thin tricks
Bring game time shame to the tame destructive protests
A purpose that slept away,  in more death
While it could've been crooked cops sent to nowhere...
Wyoming to sweep barns every day
While the good ones kept with serve and protect!

A universe can contort

so to mistakes?...
ah though a king wouldn't profess
rather its a a date with music,
a cool hoagie, for now I've returned

Common cold theoretically a disease
waiting to happen in every champion
Huhn!- it's but a nasty charming maddened *******?

Vision body sound mass coalesce

Traipsed able as a cat yet seeking
shields for the wind/ a right veering
glance a hawk marking the terrain
each stand as today they might any other
but one claims power and the body enables
a triple folded humility, presumptions
and right of fastidious delight

To punish as scouts and predators or vermin and bats?!
Is that what the universe allows of us?
Or is that simply hope?... through meaning and
power through adamant or daunted claims of eminent domain
To think after all that!

Couldn't we simply call somebody
and advocate or fume about
the self or whom was treated so badly?

Verses harm and being handed to killers
The rage and  the atmosphere of discontent,
it  has left... maybe nothing

Granted it all seems very artsy but its not as if
asking a keen bunch of girls to join the rack
and honor a trench of bodies tortured for a week
in chains not to mention dirt

dirt

Dirt kicked around mixing earth and motion
against fulcrums of weather through time
The green, as with thought thus the land
is grass or a leaf... the slipper that  is now
pressed to cross the done well to brazen
excellence becomes sweat and toil window to  soil

These are the challenges of a universe and
yet the thoughts amazed ""subsequently""
arrive as though dress rehearsed
with a resonating transcendence

Its difficult to find a place that the force
of twilight agrees with the body...

or did per chance his-
'esquire' not notice rot
within and the spells begin

Not myself... been wondering and solutions bought
And yellow fluids forming my thoughts

Was such so abusive as not worth the
sum of two dragons
then nither?!

Challenges, seeing double oneself in darker efforts,
reflected images, a denial... cloaked in order
yet not enough strength to choose either...

Simply that one day chains of expectations
Desire, answers,- states inside a mind flaccid

Receive promises from ***** tongue tied lies
based on snorted nuances
Held down by the resemblances
to dead that made to serve
continue belayed by the joke
of life of yourself as days movements emerge

I shall not disrespect effort then, it can be
so psychotically leading
From stances of body to mind, then property,
to rails off, to the violating

Fanned out fingers of death and motion
Forward emotions hubris that stings
All for a view of the sky speeding
Its magnetic cleaving
A gestalt across pinnacle lands peaceful and diligent
For the spectacle of its brilliance as it began

A vigil hynder sallow reminder

     simply remember if you sallowed away
a collusion of systems in irregular
          font for a night and a day
     sanity withholds no curing whips &
        the chains I have are sallow
        one mighty vast de-visceral slash & churn
   night turns to viewing the creatures which
   are church stars in the first case
         the middle was stillborn
Now a conscious… after thought twigs & full sailing galleys
  Me with your cavern embargo on
holdings in silver & *** for
20 count past 7 & fortnight days
     3 more slashes cutting simply sallow for
anyone’s needs have splendor
              and this is the viewing
     Vigil & hynders go once again
           lay sallow
        for this is simply a reminder
A vigil  hynder  sallow  reminder

When the prospect of freedom is a zombie

Then fierce musical yuletide prayers can't  set you free
When you're mocked for the work that wasn't a hack
or made clear value of the forage for food
If the problem isn't you fail
            but inside the morsel of life is too righteous
You've continued to prove
Bragging enforcement from the erased black memory mixture
Is a recipe God may not, did not,  has not created
Showing designs and flags announcing now
We use the world under every identity
     that can be experienced
As if quick wammy of a flower arrangement was
actually visited  by the invocation hush

Of tricks, children of denial, falling forward on your face in denial

When no action takes place events and transactions run away and the product known as lack of worth takes place
What continues?
The wrongs of  evil
The true fight of evil fortune
The continual event of the sense that reality doesn't make sense