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

The sun drenched daisy's supple arms
reached out to  morning light
Withered by merit an anointed yet verdant
faded tan native shrub relinquished its span
Reaching beyond clattered whips of tendrils
bespoken of gusts or natures belligerence
An announced starting of birth  florescence biting
the birds of paradise conquered the
gambits eschew reference
Flow sender of kith .. of sprite and
pollen  wings to devour
Amount starved glassy vale of
our star this morning hour

Try to Explain Hopeless Yet Resilience

The universe sews difference to melancholy... those
plods of handkerchiefs
Our mascarpone dessert as golden lucre
mistakes still we yearn
Yet lore of strength and music admired thearchy straining
People, people and pleasure and dodling as serfs
Let us see... the guardians with 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
who 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 ...

Whose eaten the spies' sausages?!...the cats!
The almighty crazy person asks...

They ain't got to think, so that's where it's at...
Now follow to hidden beauty
Wobble, walk and behold the ambivalent  décor
Made by twenty breakfast cereals!
Accented with freezer magnets
That each spell "***" or "SAUSAGE"
Their incorporated for a reason! Crazy man knows why...
Every corporation, the conglomerates, the monopolies
Won't get the last laugh on our type of fiery citizens
Trudging through snowy gullies, yet mindful to also
at the same time dance with doubting thomas and tina fairy
..as the artwork on cardboard of the cereal box....
I'm Alive! The Crazy self cajoles...
could you please reserve a railway to Hade's realm,
after all its a place universal...
for soon I shall beach my teach...
              It appears the fridge motif
           is less modern than alternate secco  

Soul of a kitchen, Crazy implies learned one- for wisdom
Seems most payed 3 times the cost for the lot of it!
But it isn't about lights and daily struts
through, nearly, casements of sash windows
by pedantic wasted workers, bruised and cut

This interior utility and joy decorator switch
from the crazy one, does even more
Nor can you deny it! See... seeing isn't believing,
which is originally why the breakfast cereals,
can all claim a form of art
and this ditty
Sausages going "Paffy!" or not, nobody
is allowed to resolve against it!

See where crazy's getting?

So I ask in one last chance for this
Oh the fortuitous dungeons
where ghostly souls
share with one and all...

Shall we do the splashboards
in Fruity Muslix or Basic  Cheerios?

Leer loose leaves.. tiger near nor reigns
and desires see out.. far out.. no never beyond damning and destroyers
Facts fluff fires.. all the matrons eyes see.. eyes knowing light for strength and tomorrow
the reforms learning of seeing souls and the sanctuary.. for inside are the brazen fires
I aye aieye.. find a truth
with no place for the realm and no reform for the pain in the universe
Raioerghr! it's the leopard of the ardent cold!
Raioerghr! undue reality finds love for the world beyond the cold!
Now near nascent.. systems arrive in the lurid liqueur
it chooses it's crowns, knows who is thrown aside, a wake of damnation for crazy minds, one and all
For find feckless.. for the place of which coronation sits affined the mists
and no one shall ever be simply cast away from their messy sins
Layers lading laden.. in Heaven since from sitting you stand and tout assimilation
I aye aieye.. see through the legends
and the voices of reason acclaim you need no further explanation
Szchaak! tonight is the ceremony nor more pains!
Szchaak! in these civil fortuitous chains!
Not never nomenclature.. reality is to perceive new dust lays settled
and the chosen never-ending laws and people bind the effective yeast
One wonder wanton.. shall ever be a deviant, loss of the unholy
though all forms both above and below identify with afore implications
Now Forever Notwithstanding my mind body and soul is cleaved slashed and reason
is but the hive mind inside a tank chambers and mirrors on walls whence the chromatic dragon waits for us all! We're a bleeding dependence on systemary flaccid gaul.. listen insipid young ones for the ore for which tears have landed wretched the wings from these beasts of lore! Now, Go! Now get you from evil once and for all!

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?!

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!

Emulsified Step to the Sociable
Twinkle winkle wit unsavory boxes strict no effort is that what which goes inside it ( is what that witch )
( you know the plastic air filled ones )
Wealp in a cast on a cot of cotton dyed maroon as a despot of the dead air govern
Crypts find death then afraid those with no particular place find you
( and find you they do )
Pretend favor pretend fervor ripe stream of show off socialite tall girls feel a giant instills flat to curls   ( and could tales tall be bold and you a protagonist coalesce )

Back down a course of actions striking rather poorly as tonight in we go as together we cry back out on the dot then on the dot dot dot its been a social scene
( lie rant quip tirade scold besmirch and electronically sign honey I also listen )
Leaves from our bodies believe an arrival collecting and a face perceived
( bees from a hive don't tithe while beasts in dungeons are still killing )
As truth allows that's how they usually play with pity deceive and as stars look for you to tell it is as thus more returns and just I trust
( yet a bust ****** you gest a jest tuna invest not wear a vest the best )
Yet assembled creation and understood what was one's clout and pass  passes as either forgetful or more time than you'll know and not by the eddy that truth makes me happy
( souls for the taking brutality is a god of more than one dimension if you take your pain with coffee and aspirin )
If you're actually confused dip simply past the shrill confused chain take it in burp and at a portal  fly  in reverse at a stage ahhh to learn of the shadows and explain
( of port all were born the anger was not for your scorn but callous of the last meticulous structured well to do action of self immortalized house keeping thy did fast with intention of well being )

Beside the wall dimmed dimpled differential of corning
Bade to be mocked, moved it's the soul of an individual

I am a shield wheedle your way near get closer
Unbelievably boring what is done to me

Challenging utterances are solstice and waxen as words get closer

Mourn as if a draft caused the skulk, so somber free,
earthen remembrances can be

Cries white in ultricolor, alcoholic smears, their tuning
the same as they get closer

Their Persian or British, cant tell which of woven denials
been recycled from the quill that shoots the same narrow arrows

Cold agreement for stronger men,
travesty and disease,
synonymous girth
Yet inside the holes of targeted mandalas
tracking as they get closer

Trophy of denigrations, oh no' not upon these frowned
and bracken murks molding the clay of our thoughts

Passive injustice, two words phonetically inept,
in debut at catchy rhyme
Town masses martyrs behind the pandemic move
can they get closer to me or us...?

Perhaps we'll never know if we continue this inner awareness.

Sun in the sky, full moon has shone,
none to be slain as this holiday abroad and at home
still makes masked faces of confrontation as the death tolls...
get closer to us...

Is not a trained mind but a strafing cordial?
Their after thoughts the tallest and shortest they'll be

Yet the disease we'll never confess to the mob of our doom
Been identified as not our chivalrous and sauntering loom

Still no defined regression perhaps as a lesson we fight
The distance of shores the brattiest of children become polite

If thinking of this alone does one
know you're absolved of crime?
The wily prowess the city and core the theory
and files devoid of cheers
Should we follow the crevice into the
heat the cold seals the grievous
No we can't astride the immediate rants
which need flow mischievous

Dabbles thinking nothing of your senseless powers
the foreboding and bright
Done to have a platter and set a plate
but to no pound of flesh deviate
... or ensue...?
Say!
Rats of rums great falls of watered absinthe
Chains to the pain and the best of fortunes synthesis
Do this! As a mortal! however.. **** as a fortress!


note: as in "****" simile for creative writing

Doth nuns with colors and clouds.. squint their eyes and laugh at the rain through disguises?
Or royal guardians through other ways and words ask who shouldst beckon fealty to our places and palaces...
That mistresses do ask let there be chaos and war-
What if hate goes 8!.. at 9.. 89 ..98 re go the tyne.. to 70 30 60 40 calculating a clock **** over with the shell of the door or how bout mental stress punches you 9 thousand times?!
I'll say I had no way of knowing individuals can calm the **** out of people..
We're all from one of ten other categories(flack & livid) and our towne has less people so that hadn't reached
What returned with a mighty pebble twas a pass to also turn and prevent heightened welcomes from the king's high and wayfaring wanderer..
Let's do some MJB, some of us are glad that we're not part of what more often some of us were, anymore,..my sage begins the session...
It's slightly a slab jar mary joe bob though not so much of a gauged sandwich?!
Augmented by amusement and ****** camouflage, though the difference of decency is pretty small time on the big time potato chips of a geek scale...so was the dam ticket and the hot chicken beside it!
...the editor of revised fortune for your life inculcates that aversions rescind when the..
(talkmin bout)...
Oh?! You were going to call it?(fate) because if you go for this then an iron knuckle porker?!
This puff monkey that, while, if you should be attacked( formally with attitude) maybe you see you a... and so on?
Moon Jah has no techno drome me thinks the lady thinks "can't wait for boogie boarding and stuff"
If your so good at showing off with a personal cookie( then noted wishes of being taught) this summer there's better stuff
Surfing laughing and pain when the valentines include remember me
The phone number at the Hawaiian place is more or less what you could find on a picture at a studio gallery on the wall... P.S. .. .. .. It's of us laughing!!  They'd say
"Hi the moo moo cow hopes you live the dream of a super star or respected architect yet..."
I'd challenge "... the Lord Christian summer camp is really just a study group with hope at a crossroads..thus good folks had fun and new friends and life made it's processions"
Oh dear.. my what smooching that fox did supercalifragilisti- indefitaguh- soiree - legions of shackles are the  "CONVENTION"

              !! oh please goals meet declarations shouldn't be!!

Part 1
Still marching on ghosts through the phantasmal mopey looks
Fascination power I beat I beat you your a loser
Given the thoughts of born a gamer it’s got to take and take to get
Will you take a highway like a lamb? Astute their in a senate to plant bulbs or..
Does Elu and the chains of violent death.. a margin in our code and thanks and thank you
A swifter crowd than any bourbon dried meat.. more than oily friends
Who when you know something’s right?.. Then its right by them slickened for a queen to teach
More in thereforunto  than achievement of an angel yet flawed by the cost of unjustified torture
Attempt a name.. the wayside with tricks and casual claims "we will create".. yet die did I
I must be not sure to get where it needed to go if you don't mind to begin with
The wheel is a blank game and in the middle simple cardigan hand woven green sweater has an efficacious fall pleased to punish yet Jedidiah thereafter muses and musters the middle dark brown shady farms maple just the same
Then who now is being scattered the land battered the killer a liar that has a rap sheet not bound for survival of the fittest or..  dimly lit room still with a crown
A face for the gift of gab not the cool love in a city wrong evil, its no civil rights battle, it’s those precious moments that decry great joy prophesy of agency and clocks spun funding the imagined sessions for people know ..  ..  .. no remorse
Jealousy was the project yet breath against the disease in step we did! The lack of fate though not what our lord wants to show us surfaces the best of the bumps as the night relaxed asks was this but merely imaginary awards thee fools
Part 2
Over and over we're fighting with our dreams
Back to daylight again
Remember frowning burns inside
Remember the fire within

    No, I, 2020 now 2nd time
Don't let go
    Don't let go again
Say!!!...
A revolution only last place lovers ,haters, players, smiths
Forever will I be a gist of the wind
   Forever will you be against the wind
For within these boundaries way
A predominate fortune
   The lesson that ever shall
There exist a real advance
A quest for a repeated folly to resolve this unknown
Or a school of thought a place platinum silver and gold
In a social circle in dervish process
An E.M.T. blames it on my A.D.D.
While a people learn thus exist have a life which is free
    Now is the jaded realm that
No letter be associated with eternity
Only wounds cackles and fatigue
And the end of useless names and statues shall be borne

Alone she sits at the hash marks
Unbeknownst, reason cues you're the friendly play
And there's a rip in the flower
upon these performance parks
Pistil and stamen calls a Phoenix sage

The glory of less than this in the minds eye
Yet you chose to scream" they're my own reasons to hate!"

Have we gone to a year's end trying to laugh, be sinister
Its thorough dance,  life and death, no prayer for the beginner

Dwell as a system where beckoning remains divine
Then you shall fear the course of distinctions
real enchantment can lay
Twisting with therma magics evil spake of time
in a freeze of the cold day
Yet I assume the infidel divide, clover or fork
tongued decrees, knew of
the souls that were being sold
For as the rasp of roses sits
crowded, fire in tears
Betrayal of what you found,
the streets, reminder...
has been only up to you
over these past years

It's mnemonic aspectant ibex dander  
on the summers eve looking in at loyal burse factions
Processions begin yet Osiris is surveyor saucier and candor
Raging fool zincous celestian
Let's not retain the momentum
These words your best I don't know you're saying you've been sent?
Revel in the spice however good the singing interlude for the perfect
accompaniment to inertia of the ditty that offers you as food
Implications compuctional wolves of deeper assonance than assume
assertive amnesty abeyance azalea in full bloom
Dancing fool cenobite weapon
Let us not pick it up from where this did begin
Fall and roll without every word radiating succinct functioning devour
Raff merchant of veritas thoughts elimination vary on the absurd
and less than irate on the hour
This you've been writing and maybe didactic armour though not of the trochaic pentameter
Earless spools of threatening human remains scavenged by servers and wires
Simpleton fool wisecracking presbyter
Do not as you know you should'nt I defer
As the bodies appel epiphanal life derives and acquires that dottle of omnibus foolery
Begin again virtue of versatility you've waddled through the chicanery
For soon this fool's comic rapture shall be the stain of your treacherous
Raging fool zincous celestian
Lets maybe retain the momentum

If you make it to another staring Satan slayer, that still confounds me
By the trick punishment, lashing seethes that bad spot, little cin-chee
You've positioned yourself with blades past problems, actually, rather a life
Everyone's creations settle real hammers but want to stop garlic cooking strife
Is letting the flavor definition  of receiving killers statements an opening and groove?
****, we're a flat tire, rather than the little maid that's really yourself, that's rather the element to prove
Again, allowed as part of therapy, a wig and a bank and to give pause for attenuation
We're morose as moss, though today, as if in a market finally to be sold, alright, go for a nation
Make sure when you sell that body the serious subject is the mint of forms of people, best of  the poor thunder  
Though I make it back anyway, there's a property pleased to announce, it's a field, water above and under
Half trying to get scores of time back from lack of prosperity, even a mere better daisy
Obviously, end with the old begin the new, but rations of fake smiles and a face storage box, hazy
What double trouble does for their friend, no one believes is cool, are the matters known?
Proceeding definitions and past stealthy secrets squeal as gravy on rainbow meat off the bone
Talking variations of lame, seeing the old country power flash and loud chili peppers in their speech
Finally in an extremely finite of whose who, kissing their *****, the ***** confesses, stitches her peach
It's one more loss for the glassy, nor free, applicant of wasted irony, done good for nothing and back!
...Why settle on the best, when the better than that, certainly might season the next, forgetting nothing and her crack!

The riddle of expecting  a resolved claim, the world malicious, who's to blame?
Insecurity a definitive approach that all that rings true, yet goading remarks of the commercial world hassle and foretell the clout of life remains untrue
Did the validity forcing homebodies and bedlam sympathy wean from the dark inhibitions of evil's throws?
Fleeing parsimonious duty desires now derelict in their presence to hope remit the vanity of loss of faith and act as causeway of brutal demonic blows
Heaven a curse? That can not be, I've beaten down the systemic denials and faults of humanity...
Yet within boundaries lay simple temptations, a broken promise a soft landing actually upon granite
Precision's zenith is always a bit too acute, dismissive or binding
Is it a bounty of fear and deprived whims or is it dark unwanted destiny I am truly finding?

Unending anger burgeoning macerations
**** the still falling rolling waves of deaths acclimations
When a mark is made by the world falling through
a place that you know you must do what you do
Endeavored an' known flack no fault take without tears
Eden word every word a lie of the unworth
Aeiye sins in a drought tin and all i'm dropping out
This mind in radiation is more than you can believe and
you don't even know it
Fore ring the destiny
The wings of destiny
For the demons near among us
The demon is quixotic
Numbers and chords strings melt never lasting
comporting kingdom
You can equal your match there's no eternity
with eternity's wisdom
Travesty of less today in assumption less presuming
All there lost liaisons to triple the virus threats on
the world of the living
With you in mind the dancing spree turns to
lucidity then slaughter
Angels and demons to the early realm after the
nixed allure of the daughters
Now you must twist the code of your life fear
and return to function
Living systems of justice now they're yours for the
implementation begins destiny.. the Dungeon!
Fore ring the destiny
The wings of destiny
For the demons near among us
the demon is quixotic

Dying and laughing I appeal to drive stakes into your warded doom
the watcher is sensing not waiting who is crying
but soon all life resumes
Now and within that the focus is bitter we must re find
To **** all the heathens and douse the dark liquor open your eyes
and soon the path resumes
Watch me Hear me
steal the elden cloak
Fear this Kiss her
The life force is told unto the foe
That's the way live for today
What is real Life wastes away
Beaten then the dwelling at a system of torn savage  lives  it’s foregone
The streaming and a mourner say their inside  breeding from far beyond
Then hold the hourglass between god and light and love there’s no absolute  
a theory yet divine now I shall **** the reaper then your dying flesh  is of it’s own can assume the face the fact of all life's divine called for the keeper
No what fear of the shame the same  sheer course lost  cause that’s dimensions of of all dying in the force
That's the way  live for today
What is real Life wastes away
This is how we say Life wastes away
the life we have it’s a way  for today    
All life wastes away what is real

The Year is 2020

...and my how truly flying and intergalactic we are? or are we?...

Variance and effective striations... gilded words?
(a wit ever feeding)?
No caustic abrasion incisions and bleeding
Leap wildly jasmine terse collapses indefinitely...a Poetic?
(on golden wings of sun we ride)
No thrashing dendrites of nerves and veins cleaved aside
Dancing surreptitiously benumbed by satiny lavender light cascade... Ahhh the morning hour garden?
(ahh to not survey such peace, a certain vanity)
No vapid plasma astringent antibiotic slurry all
over mind body and sanity
Cover the dark chimera and expose
your soul for knowledge...
to read fantasy literature is to know fiction?
(the theater workshop?)
No melting consciousness a wolf rasping
traumatizing your little muffy
loved pet screaming as to get away it doesn't walk but hops
Cream subtle taupe the music near the voice of ones ear...
of course at last a classical symphony solace?
(the live philharmonic performance)
No devolved atavistic alien embryos squeal satanic verses as
carving out the inner ear drum pain trance
Epitome of making a night jaunt to different
shades of the unreal...a lovely night stroll in a park?
(amongst the trees a simple flashlight and
the world is still ours to have)
No draconian groups of categories unspeakable strike and cause necrosis as legions of evils morbid torture stab
Well then why didn't you just say so, same here, see ya round,
don't go further than the zone hypra nuclear
regulation boundaries of your city

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

Save The Forests!
All the sort, all of the reasons ,hallowing cost for identity seasons
All the sort, in the witch's harrowing lot insipid reasons
Chip chop a field hop not anymore acres out the door
The storm drives in the auger a shadow totem stand astute the defined victories in danger
Mirror mirrors with the wall of looming illusions the death of the chaotic dragon crawls near alive
Tears and terrors no land is controlled by  simple extolled systemary dependence some will fall some have tried
Dit dat   devilish winding roads steel claims
bit bat   bratty kith inherit poison toad's modern papyrus stains
Now bare the core of the young ones flaccid
for garrisons of the insane
Yet still all kneel around the sins in the
forming track for acclaim
From soil they toil yet ground to turmoil from that which they begun to be bent by human weeds and their sun
All the bodies reel.. of fortunes.. of treasures.. of sovereign gold
Yet will the force positioning, of a sad and free attack,
witness legends told?
Into yesterday love and deities assail no place but spells
Could you wish for thanks more than the witch that dances for  weather yet a rain that kills?
Dimensions halt and all lives end there's no preachers  
there's no moral this could means less
than timeless cowl of pretend
Because together we must reform your seeing soul
let the sanctuary inside
Let your dual realities find love, there's a place for truth of the sons and daughters that tried...not defied
I know the rest seems insincere but clarity prints the splendor
Saving the forest not do nothing parades of glamour
For the pacific remittance blooms...
as sunflowers making apt boundaries that convince
*** tat   evergreens and all their dichotomy did
more poetry than the SAT
tich tach    sights, liquid amber maples, oaks, oh restless nights
without hope I can't breathe

Somehow I sense these vision's and all the sort have been set!
Knowing this and all the sort let the explanations forest sweetly abound providing all you can get! Science knows to save this planet we must save the forests!

I young chicken inert inside I...
Have feeling of dealing more for paths with implications
Never coerced dancing logs on fire no satisfactions
If you shallow through a lay away mind
You're concrete with no sanding paper only
the gold and silver tongued tile layer
Whose this? At the walkthrough of contemplations
ravine in a valley
If you want a different fill then with so so suds do
your belly justice

Can was should will wouldn’t couldn’t
Knowledge hate reveille amassed enamored enraged entrusted

Now and again we meant together on
the word of the hour
Trust me as you might
your wondrous mighty new super powers

in summer dress at meadow with partial clouds blue sky
occasional trees and wildflowers and mostly dry
grass a side view of her
Unresponsive- for a patrician-
A disingenuous counter move...
Passion looks up and has a woman's bow
around the sky's first view
Next to her is an empty open wine bottle...
Beer and a 1/2 full liquor glass frowns
clasp pen in hand clicks it 3 times
Visions  on paper which has  become equations (equals)= ******* as green metal eyes  pinches hand at gratuitous roots fetal dry oak leaves  call to more vice
Visions now superficially continuous heightened
final looks ascend and she  is  out of view

In subvention of wishes her repose- a disingenuous bibacious aversional.
Returns to find self slumped on her awoken body again
            However
suddenly the vision returns.

Subterranean if she's alien and disappears
******* vast escalators to the sub terrain
she leads on
a blankish grin

Yet being behind her leads on to it she steps
hundreds of feet disappears from vision
So you've finally discovered human flesh
flight spying contact lead to gnoll
Am I real?
Is this where I take you to be my beloved
Is your sky blue?
Ambitious dreams is one amalgamation but governing sustaining improving- conservations
Those have  much wider assertions of love
  than rings and witticisms

So you speak girl of the rapturous meadow?!
I take I've been watching you for awhile.

A little be wretched cricket by the name of Jebda didst so sit,
upon the drat of problems...the world, a natural fink,
a setting stone, well and upon it
From hierarchy of the plains a sight to see,
the dowry of lemon trees, the vines awful
motors of the human beings...
yet intent on that day, was Jebda's way and so, went for a jump
Past old leaves dead as junk, a corpse of an ant, a plant burr, in a lump
Making way so quickly through the air, the sight of swimming creatures a thunder...far under the throws of
the greatest of distances, did so the cricket care to jump, were made
On route, on way to the place, for some, and needed
for most.. a grain deposit, a love,
a way to find which insects were friends and have a toast

Clouds of pain were sometimes about, filled with
the fluttering of beetles, butterflies and those insects
of which from the shed had been cast out..
Disease of interests too silly and on a whim,
thought Jebda, a life as simple and a grand hop to win,
these bugs had failed to find much in it to his chagrin

'I trust the rains, I trust the sun but I confess a
human is never the answer for a day
that is well begun' Jebda spoke to his little fairy,
or spry fly, he could never really tell,
but the feelings were mutual and they
thought that together they could dwell..

with others in the room to follow, all that is shallow shall be known,
as simple prizes left on the paths: no cats, a fallen ice cream cone

Preach as they did, Jebda soon made retreat,
the old swarm of night mosquitoes was a good bet
Lest to beat the sounds of another swarm didst
it get a rivaled need for treat and the two may fight
A problem not if you were safe by your hole,
with a weapon next to your favorite seat
Return Jebda did before any terror, the rifle of a hunt went off,
the milling of a crop had made loud fusion,
but life doesn't get much scarier.
A bottle of rotted wheat it looked was sure to add a conclusion

Set for days, Jebda lauded
'what do the humans call it, beer" the friends that night
applauded and even the fairy had joined for the cheer.
All in a days journey for Jebda the cricket, a life is too thin to waste,
do what you must, make haste, make haste

When young, looking at your old/ self, wondering if a group of people going to buy an expensive car is really a trigger for the cartoon pellet shot put
Reservations about the monkey world unwanting the/ self to live
No stuffed errant kaleidoscope images- considering/ self from lord to shepherd.. and back to able,
can't be a denial makes sense
The stellar sock hop mocked you like the very rogue elements you use to think of them- talking can lead to boiling so the blank revolution starts with no need to get a rush or a speed rush at a crazy admittance -ward or.. even though herald/ of sigil,
The same aspect- it's lets pretend enough to allow the imaginal realization
to insult the equality of standing still/ as a confusing identity switch, with a rose, a name and a major ****** oh and because I’m the best I don't/ then we've returned/ obvious enough- just leave
So on a dime, the good and chains of hope, as well, have a reasonable 'attack' but in the way is the brazen consecration of whatsoever.. may be.. -that 'what are you doing with them'
Bat at what gifts for the self?.. From the king to the keeled over flight of antiquity and a metal society grinding at their date such as the guy and girl social's not business, mind you, so for sins of an avatar I have only a little pay, maybe some plastic a riddle perhaps in 'pan' can solo in confusion against the notion in that way
Foresworn that what wrestles with funny words to feel clean- actually- it’s more of a frying civil valley of shuffled together shows of banter smith reform/ on a morning mayhem/ dusted by the hold the glory has over their selves. Now on to that which one might believe..
Ah haaaa!.. ah haha!! .. should I know that finally simple reality begins now?!Maybe...but I'm not being double teamed by demons/ though we're a greater simplex which needed to explain(ie: hitherto/prey subsequently) any person might be found/ crying
To think of committees, oh how! So foxy the goats... and too fast to know of dives ,mead, ale, ***** and french fries and the source that made me refer to that
Sorry if you've listened to me box with ambiguity, however shiver or numb and calamity of sycophants standby to know the itinerate.. .. ..the cat chased the rat and back with that and it's simply the story of the daily show. you know.

Dreams emotional cheating common music
Lose base with the free mental glands
With truth you know follow knowing you've lost it

Talk fast perfidious pucker but you won't solve our differences
Can a pretty girl get out from the facts and sit with a rewind
she's a darting incubus black and brown
The next two visions see the proprietor with losers and war-
twists a fox tail "I don't hear the rip of you letting her down"

Pain acceptance, it's nice to learn what you
think of yourself or think you know
Against the law of the community, a ceremony celebration
cuts all lose and dreams turn back to ******* nightmares

Streets empty, city's night life cheers at the lame
bodied jackals minded as humans, limping
at no behest wishing to stop
Reaching, hoping a video of the performance, it's at least to try...
to pray for a blank creation on the next night
It's enclosed upon you and all the complications
of this operation... your a squid to be fed upon
by my mighty sharks and Krakens

One last stretch, one last plead, please God,
a greater question of whose who..
What did I do that with my faith I can't see?

Its ultimately consternation and sin as if
the devil's been  watching you,
your vision sees a German Shepard
and its owner's *****

The last advent, a sight of teachers fighting due rap sheets
Regards as princesses dub for you the stys of kleptomaniacs

If you had wanted to start your own club
a reality and dream to be free
what's more important
than a word with the maker

Unfortunately the human thinking
machine requires much more
than Above and Below then the
elusive dream might make its move...

Meanwhile illusions eternally beckon and
the architecture of more magic is lost as
dreams remain a nightmare

It's actually the need to impress.

As  seeing her wicked beauty more grandeur than a dream...
as if a  thaumaturgist sharing facts...  a warning how to work the chemical tinctures, how your doing it.

Is she a coy feral  ****? Knowing 'can make interested  those whose core advocates all companionship's cruxes- includes no adorning.

As much as losers slip about, we're actually revealed to be there faster than insects- the spiders which web  reminders, fears, no identity.

It's difficult to see one's self... to try a swanky nested intention of approach to this queen, indubitably "any way is right" internal  validity.

Please caress our person, our chimes, ***** thinks "**** I'm cheap", some great person identifies, as society vows- some if it's power.
So to speak.

Universe of causes.. everyone except the questioning. What are my failures? Ends to a means, yet, she can't go grind this meat.

With these wings, lace, lipstick, her golden gloves all just ebb
and flow... boyfriends who attack to return to ascension.

The epitome of smirks bade, perhaps once smooched by the garbage.
She does so good, that all you, are gazelle. You got a problem druggy, mr milquetoast, go  fast... for she can't have any of that, time is only a mirage.

To say it backwards. Do precious atypical she beings have an earlier keeper, did they free the kingdom of this queen and what followed?

Simply too much momentum for now.  
It seems her favor delays celebrations.

As reality is beat to the verse of the impressed and
free achievement... or not, for truth knows  
not so hollow pain can her beauty be...

As all who've ever set eyes on her with
muster of painful delight go forth eternally!

This is the world that listens to the sanctuary...
These are the beasts that have lost all their minds...
Then and now the powers that be will unveil
As the stalking animal, till deaths done
Ascend forms of evil
Talking, telling tales the death of a friend...
"I'm not your God, Satan will evolve, touch the
magics strain and decry!"
Yet this is the time the devious demons plan, not soon enough they lie and argue adept as thyne
Now they see who holds the fortunes of the golden sunrise
Treats of the righteous fall by the wayside as hunting words
avail inside
Let the fallen and forgotten morbid angels forever be undone
This battle is now, you wear the sleeve of the begotten
A priest in the trench, seductress enchants and you relinquish now your self writhe in the hearth of the rotten  
There are two species here of the human age
A slanderous light cusps, leans, grants and excises
Though beasts are done uncaged
and people bled from craft of past slices
It is now, the few ravenous burdened, dealers of pain
whom turn, and form the heightened wars and gather the young
for the anathema reign has begun today!
Hail hail avenues shy and provoked have eased the peoples
sly syndromes of pretentious deservance to allow for this
Each has stood, understand that we must never underestimate the crooked daily crucifix which lay upon us

... Is more than this?... lost to life on a dime
The reason that a culture locks
their chastity belts
arguing rather a time

When June stands and the
frustration which is
lost on her mind

Framed into all value stand extemporaneously
against the drink of mace fluid
While the ****** statue
orders the last of peace the state
exits as we go before it

Final passage invokes a self...
this is when life moves on
now proven to reform it
Forms use the brave lieutenant
as thoughts with so eternal
see the reality affronted

Which is more the opposite of real solutions
chains which prove the sister stood to cry
One allows it... nor of vanity at the time
this and that culture won
the jewelry people die

Paths meant as legal
are gathering eternally
Yet snow returns as thoughts
are cued the effort pie
I am the free and the use for me
is why I am born one day
this is best and no other solution allows I

And lost in a train afflicted
by moments you promise
Ideas placed like clocks on victory's formulae

Make culture's real foundation return in irony
as facts that blame are using the religious for a saw
A state we wouldn’t as enemies as well in a ceremony
used as a disrespect going off forever making
yet another denial computorial flaw

Gifts... efforts... a slap...
all places now never changing
as body and chemical volunteering
It's amounting challenge flows disrespect
answers implications of maw

Once did I not to lose life on my time& bind
but in the end a political party did I find!!

Light Begins

Do you know what I am?
Forever you cant see,
what I see, what I am!
Don't forget, till you never
bring these dreams down.
So, hear a senseless soaring doubt,
the ire you broke.
Never demons that can hold me;
they admired you lost your crown.
Hold me till were' free,
from the light that dawned
on the senseless sorrow.
All that I can,
being bent but not broken,
more to life for us together,
to us with one another .. to know.
When the night freezes out...
did we sing another hymn?
I never lost the soul.
Deliver your grey inhibitions,
deliver  within.
Only darkness can know
to never take this step of fate.
The sheer terror that scores
on my skin, allows sundry sensations...
Never stopping, from the final whim,
when the prophecy,
of light for all begins!

Assertion.. real world is destroyed by those who feel
The feelings are lost on all that betrays them and the streets
Betwixt.. the roads with the droves, their fallen fears, their fires and tears
And only now for once I triumph the trails of forever  in the tears
For now for whom the people force to wake in the beyond
Tomorrow is the hope for our warriors and the fallen sun
   We know no don't look! Go beyond!
The tough  shall ****, the tales of eternal dragons!
Now! now! now! Beyond the evil seas!  
To our insane brazen prosperity there's no times but these..
Wandering through  searing fights and the darkness inside the killing knives
Always thinking that you will know love   (darkness! darkness!)
Once and again the blackened sword is the absinthe and sails choke the sun

Doubtless shall be a time will tell all with the fires of the perpetual truth
Doubtless when all that's clouded your judgment  are cold and the living are killed, except me
Oh hosts who gather round I shall live upon the crooked cross, I have lost, you still shall die
Go! Go beyond the evil seas!
In a brazen prosperity there's no times but these..

As soon as tomorrow the fears and the hopes and power and dreams
What lives? Yet together the pain and the powers are mysterious
And though I would have been caught alone dead left for lost
I'm still counting out the untold ascensions shrouded and  gone for old
It is on sativa super gold all seems that the present means I’m lost inspired by the devious
Go!  Go beyond the evil seas whence souls will assail across all of the lands!
Go now beyond the evil seas…

the night darkens the old oak careens voices
the sanitary squeal the elden petrichor innocent of none
this is where fear is kept
the choices of torture
the glaze of slaying scythe done
the veil crux broken as the voices screech had wept

The excelled endorphins erroneous
Vault to hold back evils intensity
Hallowed by thy name
Aye... the propensity of you the feral deviant
Body and mind's accrual blatantly denies
Embrocation of vinegar blood stench accompanied stain
Subsequently invention that formed the
tales of lies you lived to tell
Baphomet bats and lies where the demons dwell
Lucid rankled wings beat out pinned
by volatile clawed hands clench
Candelabrum wrought of iron
Deftly brut entailed sin from within
The spells washed from the *****

Tonight this night what prayers did
Alms and holiday nights with trinket colors
Green red silver gold snowy white

Songs sung in the round
Did we know of  everyone inside
Giving twas found?

Are we as able as the soul ascending
To elation through giving
Do we sense whispers of delight
Across ebbing seasons
Joy receiving

Merriment butterscotch tilled spirits
Free for the sun awakening lights
Keep friends and family  
All the while through the night

Softly written poems
and beautiful smiles
Wishing is a holiday mirth

The path astride (Christ Jah Buddha Dharma)
For all celebrating immaculate birth

From ancient holy worships
To sentient vows thus ever springing life

Tis a Kitten absorbed throughout the dash
to the mad oven mitten
that waits an asinine flaunt
to remember
Now that it's  a Cat stuck to swerve
the part of petting that isn't
the perrrfect and the dollops of Kisses amount
On the warm fuzzy spot the pretty heart deserves ...
and known as the beautiful home
Tis splayed of Fur yet dander arrives
The next lip smack
from the first yesterday
and even better!

Ever heard of missives rather than nasty splatter pyramid social ladders?
Maybe on a good evening there is just truth about the good and desires!
Return from a bout with friends, as of- I can't blame them anymore, nothing more rude than those fires..
Who suggested I'm man enough to play that my wife is part of the endeavor?
It's a daring insult that sci fi fluffed cupcakes into talking cats through favor
Not that the middle notion is ill fraught / no regard
Then allow what integrations'(there is) under words while movements plan a war and remain calm
Then an only faction erratic with indefatigable love for pain.. slams the answers and attempts to say..
Worse than crying(surely) for the roses are fed... with greater leisure obtained by motives
In making the switch to a universe that deserves the archetype seeker..  knows fiction rolls better
But voices may turn all eyes to the varmint, they call to the trail, called through the air its
magical wings slumming like runny butter only with ***, as if a jig for thanks was the next incorporated visual, for the varmint, yet.. and when you see my knife you know it's done
Scoring in the beginning/ I even enjoyed it, think of the denial as anybody cries sugar ***!
Whatever you define as furbished service nowadays a little here and you'll get off when it's cool and clear
From progressions own means to realize the series obviated power and it lashed back at me!
To money level geeks in the grand  necropolis checking for a recommendation for what can be another
Aspire- leathur imbedded thoughts.. the answers promised to mock and jive freely
But somebodies new generation- aspersions were a wee bit more than the faith of reality, well cuts the greed  
When the past aggravates you.. hello nice to meet you.. a perfect way to motely pray again
It's offensive that voids of scuttled 'face' calls of the same controversy be networking again
Why lose when getting paid while they laugh at you, whether seniority or sincerity, or a plain joe mask also means  "I don't know@#$*>"!
Such fables! a joculant lithe recalcitrant, wooed by lady's of such charm as to make lazy notions for rumors... ask... one's self  doesn't know this is the price for societal chatter!

Though the real cleaver marks
the rashes on pastoral lands
In the dark the fascinations with **** fields
an assailing cut
With no remorse in you
never closed or can renounce this levity
These dreams in the realms waxen never hives
no you didn't see
Learning Laws for the Day and the Night
There are no free souls set upon your passage of rights
Take now the severity the flay of bodies and limbs
No place for fury purity and attacks of the worlds within
Perception never ceases
under all slithers..
plagues and illusions
Torn of no elations fleeing a cause for revelations...
now only ice and fire
sinners disquisitions
We're mere lambs lead to that forthright poison
the constitution of Heaven
Maybe the soul needs to endure meanings
other docile plays for rights, strength dies a contrition

Placing a foal for an Antichrist within the morning light
So as did your prayers can God and Satan answer a fight!

Take now the severity the flay of bodies and limbs
No place for fury purity and attacks of the worlds within
Go now with your mind all suffered people
their derivations
Never know what of the darks halls
into peoples absolutions!
The real you running with more.. all the breezes
Life with erratic lows can be live to avow surety turning seasons
Once and right now the dreams were remorse and empathy
Revealed now demagoguery arrested oscillating of light
Nether worlds there's no way through when the attack begins allright
Searching for sunshine a flight liquid spirit of waves cries out
Do not of my sins as the sinners will do to you for the rest of eternity the mark of torture veils the sun as a new day dawns

Take now the severity the flay of bodies and limbs
No place for fury purity and attacks of the worlds within

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!

Dreams settled into a glassy deception,
all never-ending blatant cold lies awaiting
Losing touch with reality, hurt exceptional yet disturbing,
could I grit my  teeth and punch into a better life, or is all a nuance deceptive, alluring and brutal
I'm not without hope I can see great tasks,
revenance and coy denials of what I have done
The Earth bleeds for healing and I foresee that
what I have proclaimed in all dimensions may have begun

Tally mace on nucleus of decrepit rung
Desperate dance attributes poison apple
Inducing revealing cold eyed banter
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
Another death angel amasses
Forensic silk of life's intonation... to defer avid devil
voiced cloth into...
Masquerader not knowing right from wrong
That upon our Halloween
Aptly a force fire and ice
That strikes a zeal
The zombie pieces of imbued flesh
**** flying birds for altar
Rescind all spots in the pews
Sharing nightmare of attrition with nervous children who
Invoke ******* ghostly images of iron bound evil
In shadows of societies rot
Misbegotten upon dire walking ground
Hate and fear float as an abyss holds it dear
For this is our Halloween
To wear a costume and rejoice
Is an act most insincere

Today is...? seconds the hour is seven more than than 2 dozen
& two pints of ounces minus 2 licks
When the number of hits uses 6 more to shut the door
( 2 dozen 2 pints (hits and licks stay together for 1 makes 3 not 4)...
...Thus three is minus the main number which be 2
(used 2 thrice, okay , alright)
Which is thus 4 hundred and twenty 1 where 1 is the tricky sum
And now 1/2 that a whole body turkey is not a huge rotisserie lamb
Then add or subtract the velocity tunnel of oven
gloved thermal coated love
When it begun it makes 3 and a week times 3 though 1/2 was a 4 or 3
Now that's how much time it might take to confusedly
cook todays Thanksgiving Turkey
But most people estimate a perfect ten or fifteen
plus their trifecta groove as we took a twenty
But usually its' more a 30 to forty five
if you don't want to burn the outside of the Turkey, so using a
lower temperature we were off by twenty...
But a good preheat and maybe that's closer to 10 which allows a dip
of ladle for gravy real quickly- then taken from the oven
Hurry the smash and dash for the potatoes and veggies
so in that window either begin them early
Or take off the tin wrap before 1/2 and splice the skin holding the legs and cut the coccyx and we're on our way to relatively good timing!
Oh and make sure the maple honey coated yam slices aren't burning...
Whelp...As you can see it's food not mathematics
that today I've been yearning.

All Shall Struggle
Life's outfall for here all save sins on old forms  souls and dominion
No place deny falling are all modes lows reforms and dominion
Leave closed affected faces ghosts rain laws abstain
Hold dear now unclear demon preachers fairies  destroyed lands and features
Whoaw was once only lost for memories
Inside for land no God    heaved people now make to desert sand
I am the vicious all for my truth
as the stream of souls runs through
so shall the specters of doom!
Within demons rails run cool
So in this all shall face their doom!
Death fast fight whip    kills feelings all alone
****** cold real rights Angels in all   known
Then why did you run from me we know where it is
In life these feelings dancing whole innerve souls tumult love of variations churning
Leaves embed old Uaithni systems claim creation
For instilled a malevolent bane
Of our lost  the day frees the most important finds into
the battered lurching ghouls and zombies
All peoples in eternity's flesh a- writhe
In those they're lying in the shadows
For with no close the center of gravity
Shoulders font and with tail of demon's cost
all variations life reveals immolation
I am the vicious all for my truth
as the stream of souls runs through
so shall the specters of doom!
Within demons rails run cool
So in this all shall face their doom!

...And no one in the Senate quite knows how to begin discussions ...

The magnificent magnanimous gaunt hoss and your boss...
Trickster staff infection pariah although un ostensibly of our alumni...
Larry the Scare Fairy Montclair Dairy Montague ...
What brings you to our fine establishment
on this delectable delight of a day?
No no there you go with the mosey words of friendship
when I know you meant nothing more than a drab
mullet feint of a gesture or remark to I!
Could you open your eyes please!
Okay then together we're both alive what now?
Goin full tilt agian today Senators?
Yes I'd say in a pathetic way?
You don't have to understand your first communications with colleagues to know rat a tat tat and you don't talk back!
No no there you go again no majority then we announce cold custom wheel gonna grind you to a stop.
Cagey words there friend parse the grind any worse than this thin and you know what ya got...
The reward of going on with living? And you happen to have no respect for the law...
Quick kick it short round the people have come
together to prevent an attack!
My brain doesn't amble...it don't even touch the clause...no revving scampi jig jag when old Hennessey comin for ya!
Oh no! Order! Order! this is a chamber of jurisprudence!
Order!Order! You ***** ****** face plants!! Vamos Callate! ehh eghm .. eghm...mm.. and you 3.. and you do ...we're supposed to be here for another two years?!
Now if any more of you want a beef with the fruitcake bake that's actually the practical choir an calm not some cross town shanty shack!?... You can get your wayward zoning prefectures n' thunder roll parking registrations and attempted individual state issues ...itemized...some place else!
... ... ...
This is Darf Mc Varby from channel 5 reporting they seem to have been easily moving the discussion with rounds from each side of buffet I mean table I mean aisle yes that's it! opposite isles do attract now that's what I'd say we have.. and vivacious and verifiable and impleading with facts and reviews and defiance yes the best of the show goes on here...
Well thanks for that it certainly is a certifiable show then isn't it?
Is it?
It is... isn't it... what's your problem?
Oh back to you some....

How do we get to the other side? Tis the season you know...
What's its name again?
I think they call it reality.
So, there’s no point in denying it.
If reality wasn’t so far, we’d  need it,  especially in this situation,
we'd never make it here and back in time.
But from here to there, could be a good idea.
We have to merely acquire thoughts from the enemy itself,
while convincing reality to stop fighting, because...
We’ll use  extra material, creative support, to defeat it…
Or we could steal it.
Yeah, we could. We would even, probably, after what
we got away with back there.
On that same topic; ideas... what we’re going to do...
Tell these supposed sentient realists...
What if it's only our spirituality which sees reality
not what really those places are?
Then oh goody!... more an inspired moment for
celebration if you asked me.
Tis the season...
Where as if you asked a normal person?...
Shocking, it'd inspire a sense of pure survival
And the struggle ensuing might be dangerous
and nearly cost a life.
Such is war.
None the less, maybe,  we can consider inevitable victory.
Yeah babe, we’re on the same page here.
What should our approach be?
(beat) (beat) (beat)
Oh well in that case, we’ll get going there.
If we come in slow it’ll cost time and validity,
but we might be able to determine we're in the zone.
What'll cost half the time and counter surge;
to slowly try reality or quickly?
Wait! But.. it could be a trigger for reckless behavior.
Indeed costly punishment, unneeded...
I can vouch for the purity of the mechanism on this.
If it can see us I believe we’ll be able to find that
out.. once we're part of this so called "reality".
40 hours I’d say.. .. unless their equipment is better than we suspect-
What we know of it, we have a pretty good base
of understanding for that.
Maybe closer to 24 hours before this mission to get there
creates some sort of,  mutual, all in a days work.

Either way!
Yea! A day of work!
That's a good worth!
Makes sense

!Seasonal Cheers Everyone!

Whether you're in reality or not part of it all!

Dear Fears,
This's the last time the issue I find
perturbing enough to look upon
does more to me than..is to be
thought of as indifferent
and as a web spun!
The shears of severed limbs
make the charter more embellished and difficult.
Say to me you'll call our grievances a benefit
of prayer and the stacked psalms upon an altar...
and to a future, the snare!
But I fear, and soon, all that is about one place
or the last, that is no cartoon;
defies principle of hope and is now the continuance
to which I so improperly write about often!
And when inept stares me in the face
the moon will creep into a somber fascination
making death or the prize of killing
all that I find tomorrow needing, for certain!
If one's shoulders cry "sun upon our throne", then, of thorns...
tis when I wisely smear the God forsaken blood away.
That is the one dream I know will not ask to be underkept,
by you atavistic fear, or overthrown, dear fiend, fear.
Or in pastel truths...oh!
the eternal classes of myriads of sunsets. oh!
please can you pray for me so righteously as I did you?

If  and when
You know
not
What you
do
Then your
life
Reaches
for

Ineptitude

That's
how
Much stated
Broken
goals
Can
*****

The pale fleeing, infuriating, face delivered to my reflection stays
    quiet with each
     consecutive gouging of intrepids:
       sail with dense silly notions, fly with brevity though not
        victimless and see the nascent effect of time- a clockwork of
          banal adept inscriptions on a graffiti wall ... That each once upon a time sordid, broken and feckless sought a soul of strength to
  wrench the doomed momentum of an eased contemplation... Through reveries discovered and abandoned
Seek the sought out souls from which the origin, decisive, now leans into
A jib changing, forcing the wind to deliver its deathly toll
Revive the cuneiform straggler singing in luatony- public places
   singing, scampering hymns to deliver you and even us
Morphic pondering. though shall stand clear...
     and clear that you shall stand
Enter Demons' bane and Angels' empathy
Clouds of black in the morning sunrise
  fanned by the oblivion galaxies who swirl and
    taunt your aspirations
Again sanity and decency from which all proclaim to be from;
Starts day to night and daylight savings torn into black
   as memories serving sit with a throne of disdain and future
    looking forward in eternity may be the futures looking back

Try thou... on this we hold
not forgotten never seduced
The plays of so finely timed arcane
the dolt deft cold holds our pain

And crass shoveled by the War
is not a brand wherewith theory
That those that sought fire had
ultimately acquiesced our deaths
as of the Ancient's lore

Sebation, Jebiah, Lord Clavin
Thinking upon those dire chivalrous
intonations from feelings of
guilt to the horror of serving
the sinned dervish admirers
Their mocking of the saplings
that strained upon boughs of
the Saints of lore

Try to never be attenuated to
simplicity's evil negotiations
the hole of cautered placid dreams
have fallen seeking the Sage of ages
Into streams the dominion pours

Our Lost...  sample of the Cornucopia
flayed with written tombs
The land cast to minions
are in fact feeling
as the narcissus flower scents
Their silken upon deviance within
the house of our lord's Womb

Let not those whofore wander astray
Flaxen for the elven hate
to disembowel as stories
of War are shared once more
But let preemptive fortunes
danced upon woven therma magics
with fascinations find gold in the
shadow Fey revelers at the
sound of the Faire at midnight

In through one out through the other
Funneled sight sound is smothered
What to believe is anyone free
Total darkness enveloping me
Irrelevance
We have the seeing eyes
The tomorrow is torn to hate inside
No escape but  this sorrow
When there's a fate of the worlds,
dark and light it's a fight
for the people we know tonight
Then they will find that all will absolve
This is the life of love now today
Reign from above and do to below
Their concerns are fires we don't touch
they don't show
Talking, tales tell so much
Nobody ever really dreams the sky is falling
A chorus begins to sing
more than simple tricks
Open the door and let there be
That theory of magics not quandary
Is that too much, then friend to convince
In a celestial fools clutch
the end of irrelevance

Nothing but fear here, where all humans are under.
Whose looking proud, proper and past, you. The ****** at the park.
Exposed simplicity, all suited up,- if the *** eloquetes "Only the talk of the town, this hour!"
One more terrain swept clutter free, absence of safe association and I'd be a wolf ripping through the dark, heavy yet animated chains enclosing the area.
Definitely, if its up to the little lady, I'd want to bring it home, the ****. *** of a someone scolding my fishing avenue like change to a coin collector on rapid transit bus.
See the irony of the final match to be a beautiful fighting spirit? Hiking trails then eat the section of fresh cut grass in winters dark before pounding a meal.
All proceeds of conformity add precision to how conglomerates and organizations, like OSHA, make dangerous carcasses from all guilty despondency.
Such marginal visuals, this park, hills clogged the view for most stretches and that's part of the good work, however, that night,
it didn't trick me.
Somebody is speaking to me. It lets that special torment trick the tempo- makes for a more a physical party in the night.
What therapy! Catchy lower curbs and scratches of clean slap happy grunge scuffle paths.
They try to "do in"  this response of stowed away antipathy... but the mental exercise still stretches.  
And from the inside, not the outside, that, I now formally know I can't take, it's on with the show...