Aaah Precious Panic



Precious panic cuckold of chambray
Blug the plug the blunt puck notwithstanding humming randy feral & smug
In a day I sought due recourse for killed an'mitsy all 'a' brightened and layed
But the ghosts of Mithril citadels and ghouls and wraiths danced of it in the forever more
Not by once or dawning hurt blank souls revenant from Hades
But the grief derived denizens reprieve the good book and armistice were born of it and ...the various shades
East rassled the wisps the vines curdled and cuddled beasts bane beats of the heart that cuts loose
re-countanance floor to columns' heights through the rain
I not Holier I than the trenchaunt sly folio that's I standing with I in spite of myself
Such good waits for cues on heinous delving redundancies
as easily as it was first thought to be by pain and panic.... cast out

Resonance of review, the rank scalpels under muddied blood  
Mottled cusps, light grungy- finding & winding its flaunt of the grim
effect of letting its presence  flood the room
Ichor blaze'  synchronous blots dotting and chocking of Gods cuts
found by the wounded exculpated guts whom accept the flails bruised
  by emotion waiting for the list to be finalized
Then the eyes given girth yes the next touch gums at your blendered
fingers... swaths, nerve endings, impudence kin defending
You end the day in futility harrowing shrieks
bold whistle of cheeks of devils and banshees can't flout
You have envisioned truth you are a living burnout

How'd you know to put pickle in the Tempura?
Partial MB 4 Kim Buff Awe Echo sell gee
Wait it's my turn
What do you
have to
say for your self?
Not nearly as spry to be
wanted as Bora Bora Waters Febreze

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

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

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

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

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

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

Human condition

Foreboding femurs lit bright
But individuality, Emus, on high sit alone
Dabbles for paths even pre classified, remain erudite
Thinking nothing of hapless senseless power
I've done this place a plate, a platter
But to deviate no pound to flesh, I ensue

There's a force of principle, as an admirer, bright
Then a self is less than one should consider
The first place is last, their undone, considered
That facts have some gold arbitrary and emulation
The coarsest flagrant ornation self reflection before the contrite
Am, we, though, of, them, I.... seriously faulty and a plight

The trained mind is but a strafing cordial
Thoughts arrive infinite and confused yet too strong and free
Together neither a chivalrous nor sauntering loom
This one  may never confess, a disease, nor anyone can, the doom
As perhaps a lesson with no defined regressions we fight
The distance of shores, the conformity breaks, sanity within sight

Thinking we're alone knowing justice may betray. also a crime
The winky wily prowess of our city and its core
The theories and files so thorough and devoid of cheers
Should we? Crevice in the evil abyss, astral light
No following the  heat, no cold for sealing the semi grievous
It all can't be done severely, all are still, yet astride the immediate

Rummage and water wasted principle's kiss
Chains to the pain and best of fortunes synthesis
Didn't know myself before this now however avid distance

Swine divides, our territory dabbled of cold summers and,
Travesty that does no inclusion, to - to the allusion
Of a pike, hollowed, yet deadly, brought forthright from,
The statue of Lord Cortes
You speak the sample in literature,
These demons' tongues are buzzards!
For the chastity... collusion with
and operation of, modern needs
Icy though vicey
Ironically vice a disposition that sold tubes layered to the next
Not enchiladas, put to use for, a sub border wedding or
Gardeners' luncheon banquet,
But for that roll that calls the bank,
And you melt again dr. frank and proclaim your rank!
And the days of diamond battery
For no team is ever more subtle, the treachery
Cry not, you must be strong for this...
Is so, even in our own city
Pounded, ample minded, we should not...
Be so proud as with time un-deluxe and celibacy!
And issues of greater good
Christianity lives across a land,
That chasms can only cross
That of indentured polly ******* back breakers
Talk to me with your soul
On one day of one month i give Tequila a summer twist!
And wish this amnesty
"If i am not the greater keeper, then you've learned, as the passing of
central lands to the Pacific time, I am pain with the daily life, share this
with me... the church of fear"

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

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!

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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!!!

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!

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!

What once was the deviation of glass
on cascade of starlight glitter
Is once and justly brought still deadened
careening as diamonds of flailing elliptical

In space vaulted from just one presence or thought of ambition now realizing their avenue of dissentions
We're older we feel dolt deft cries and answer their call/
when young shock and visions scathed but never truly challenged

Awaiting a victory the train mesmerizes yet mulls over betrayal once again for the lightened
Hope for a pittance of one touch of decency throughout eternity asks not ask not
which person should be so bold as to ask

Not that calamity awaits all friends and fortunes
only that see ones resolutions as leaning to truth not limited Introscopic nervous entranced Beelzebub twisted of cosmetics
the matrons dear yasmin dreary brevity
glorious paths for pain painted

What begins alone must end with companion not haste to forget how many paths of darkness the judas soul has climbed
And now together now all beings
we must hail and bring green visions to the sky

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

Always A Step Away

Had a second chance for love...
it's now I'm gonna show you another little trick
That's pain, it's a bunk serious, not above slab-
& skunk assesses book when it exists
The one answer for me and my chick
Could've magically- using type set applied
naïve pork chop for cooking of Italian reprise
Yet a good way to begin with new awards, all conceded,
is people deserved to be attacked, alas learned to lighten up

Oh hey, can Heaven not connect an assist?
Make sorcerers snag in and between it,
my embodiment as a king charles... does kiss
With giggles so clever, its on all the towne's mind,
as you wipe off a sweat of your total control
Be still- have no comprehension of the luscious war-
panzers that defined; a bid brown empires unbroken as a bid ,of corn,
your status climbs, the Matterhorn's threatening one's soul

Oh players oh puppets, interpret shall we,
the punished equivalent of the moments they bring
Oh stand and oh hopes wonder alive... of a person who
whined and then wished for any birds of nature to sing
Peculiar though the work and a perfected
society may be
All I've got to usurp the momentum
is the vehement speeding strike
of shallow stated
"mutual nicey"

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.

Though I may
Though I  might
There are so many other things
That I wish on this night
The tide stores splices of onerous flesh...
stashing them out
And bringing them smoothly inside-
the rucks of darkness encloses
Tall frawns taller skirting vines
of turbulent giant bladder kelp
Survival should do one more...
then plenty is each species of human that cares
Grime sedentary shimmied hurriedly amongst hidden foul dusts
Plots spoken wed cloths
damask silken treading
  lightly weeds where they don't belong
As we catch up to the cries
Senses to  fulfill seniority demure paucity
oh they  rinse and ringtones wash the dreams back out
Craft sols dented pride it's sinister
always  aiming hollow
    shat the one toothed grin
I could not be I if killed certainly jeering
at stimulant cartwheel punches
the crap lit doing wrong
  yet by being studied each wave it repeats
   a logarithm of ultimate denial
    a surface squalor assuring currents champion
Wash away polyhedron pith
the face of pestilence
Personifications attempted
Douse the material frost with fire
  from the grand stares glancing at you
Whose to realize the first and last valiant voyage
is tiding as of driest concerned philanthropically beholden logics

What tis?... dear demented little buttery fat cloak
Logres egress resting black volted up limbs and junk
Swirl inside friends ewes stocked by harangue harmony... it's requiem 86 first conceived of in the sixties
Then a later yeast fluffed slapped slapped how much garlic can one nosey drake terse sweeney Italian flavors in the  back bake in the alley crack
In the old presences flaunted by simple styles killed by the fire that stood for in the dreams... and at the beach goers flying their kites emblems from Asian deniers as dutiful as prancing trash scuttles
Like a highway on the once pristine views of trillions of drops of Earths timed evidenced gold
Yet when fools cry out and truths be told

Only the next day as monotonous as the past one life is on the run Sketching the torrents of confusion and skirting the target of what must be done

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!

On the wings of daylight and
  flawed barren scars across
Dive constantly divine symbiosis
  clawing at creeks' festoons of moss
I brought shoals jovial and unkind impossible
Lately autumn bracken with convivial casual
Stalked by medieval windrose
dabbles mists of loss
Near empathy arced hilly paths
thoughts turn and toss
Friended butterfly scolded
by idols live oak songs
Remiss tales of truth pressure weather
  tansy and feverfew of rights and wrongs
When you were 17 doormat the walkaround
  bundle feathers mad imprints
Enjoying wide skies of rain
and defined roofs nimbostratus
  cleave interests hope's tints
A book so power races
a towne and life grand
senseless piqued sunsets
Forgotten addled adjutants
electrified air resumes
our trounced earthen regrets
Definitive cold wide sheets of
  scripted ease un paused scratch
Cackle craft and concur
times night savings reach past
the peace endure and abruptly
is the approach of winters match

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...

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

A Sentient Throne

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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As We Access
With that which emulated taxation wanted for matrimonials
Under gaseous shadows lord Belial
   magistrates the Coriolis effectuals
I'll have a ienth an a yottle ay!
Pat the innocence versatility grips domino falls wind of whips as tryst-
broken stacks the trim- of rings broiled of cream-
swoops attacks dens of moots
Shekel fancy went its way
blaming you and so twilight elections
morose or of hosiery ...

Is it more than a situation that one can lose?

Stepping, oh no you don't! Dismissing, oh now that's defunct!
Party goers immaculate, yet nor where they were  mentors...
just fictions belittling    
what down here this sit clown and the proud town
saw as shadows of the country we might ourselves
            court to lawfully adhere
The bottom of your left foot rates
what the right fragmenting a habitat freezes
  a la mups(muppets)
Chalk sidewalks ***** streets ranting godless talks skirty keeps
Whose working you now folks? The self you do and don't have or
images of the nice work and programs on the down
sliding bumptious daring promises with angels
legislating more hey you *** kiss whether solutions
dabble yee gregarious
... Therefore payments are there and people shut doors
   the work of glowing pretentious cavalier bookworms
or strident gualish waitresses looms or killers of the vainglories
accounts of the under cued...    each are do soon
I fear, however, not to be put upon... the return and go cycle of repeat
before the laws of nature
when life begins
then thus prevails
more than fears
or a faire of grace or...
  whatever with the likes of  tail between legs divisive evils prevail
  with runes of glyphs of the dance strength...
  and trial that accesses it as well

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.

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!!

These are the worst.. shoes, consciousness, and faith
This is the cursed mind at the behest of deviled skewer

These are the laments from the distance to enthronement
that destiny exalted that steps procured

But together the scant fortune their guise and reference frames
Case our modest habitual in vernal vanquished realm of Hell

These and to deserve are actions by an undetermined yet surely higher front of the best of entities,
those that lean to cleanse the refined immersion of ones soul spent

The case of higher impositions led to higher gleans
The closed minded fictions from non material heroes...- beings
I am scolded nye by the godless fanning from nuances of deprived emaciated doldrums
And the truth that seeks to better us all sits at the door step as easy easily as original soul solutions

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

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

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!!

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

Beware the Alleys Halloween Children

Not as dubious a title as directly
fronting the sub maturity emblem,
the pentagram, the swiftly seeking
Title itself old "Abbey"
Thinking upon lured vixens of darker recesses
in an alleyway numbed only by smears
turned brown from cryptic magics of blood once let there
Upon cloven feet the usurper stood walked stiruffed
If I slipped my mind into unholy
garn marked so unfortuitously as...
The book that old man had taken
then the butcherous assumption of deeds
to misbegotten were surely feln upon me
If it were requested a word of advice from
this grimorum I may venture
I believe dear foolish old patron
one section pronounced of
incantation will smote you
It goes as thus...
"Djinn her eyes a fiddle of death's own supple acquiescence
I hollowed the bane of dragon beast sought the brill within
A golden black magic cage didst the maiden within be kept
And use of nighty gowns woven with so
vast a pentagram indemnity
I ascended to Heaven and killed Angels...
that divinity does not live over the
unholy revenant's reign in eternity!"
So three times the sum of the wicked leaves of ivy vine derive
In dark Hallowed hours in bracken alley shallows
Ease the soul believing of your greatest purity shall arrive
Or from obscurity the Daemon wicked willst take you in stride and
There shall be no other spell cast for this morning
you awoke from your bed for the last time
Now to be fleshes of  horrid terse
bathory torture in Hells domain
Being obsequious in a form of eternal rest
as wraiths slice boil and defile you
trammeled by razors ***** and chains

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

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'

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

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?

Though you believe what undulated sense;
  front for the sorrows you hold
Immediate hallow holds
  of the voracious viable virtues you've known
Lies in the first step; a divination, on the worlds of freedom hacked,
  led astray
These folds of belligerent eternity  viable,
  hurt now kills enviable struts of moments delay
Am I death cause and curses, fellowship of hope returning
Or am I darker practices of a church denials, a bleak future
the worth for chains deliverance, nuance performing. blatant reality
   chasing hearth of platitudes of redemption...
What I have done? I will claim... let the Gods of
deterrence, fate and light, they may deny
That I holding a future, for my own sense of avail,
may withhold the affirmations the golden hues the springtime glory of all that remains,- in the ever truth is the altar of truth
.... Thus all that I've

Nothing eternal as the sentry of thoughts
surfaced with course memos
under trees were branches
while the terse sky
imposes roots from hell
older yearly wanton grueling haughty suppressed
breaking from sundown
Into 3 fingered humanoid flickers of empathy
or simply understanding
as the drain on alacridity
sends drudge of depression new flights
Light the strolls encase the toes
running brave yet stamper out cursive strokes of the body
staked for xerox belay on heavens on belay
Only without your senses
forces fraught jasmine glops of Freon jolts
collected by gutter fed demi cost frequency more or less
Another evening years stretched by
glassy faith cut with fire cool waters
doubtless familiars
yet never understanding as the dreams never arrive
They juxtapose should I be sunk or
I weeds assail oiled by grease of existence
fall into another blank reality of holding
who calls a namesake and savior
Or can be fraught conscious marks
alight on scratches metaphysical
continue the dance
to avail for there's an awe omnificent Empress

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!

Deliver me not from the original grievances
   I issue the wrath to follow
Free the drain on soul strengths that the fraying sanity
    constantly borrows
Instant sloughs of darkly ill magical face cream smearing my guise
Fake dreams of deliverance a nuanced
    future of centuries undone in demise
I can not take any more than the furthest
strengths of human torture
Yet each day the vexes of deadly Angels await
   at my fashioning of hope's,...
          personal door
Can strong words and mighty trials of perseverance help?...
  That which is the truth of existence for me?

Only vague streams of winners and losers
    and deniers await taking their weapons
       and striking at me .... is the sending ,message that can be seen

As zombies gloating over quivering scampering limbs
The vice of walls to protect me now grows far too thin

Oration's tone sounding of skivy demonic crowded contrasts
From champion to hate from glory to denial Earth's
     deadly lack of concern lays it's lies hurt and endemic blasts

Can't you see their ensconced in the reality that waits inside
Realizations embrace for the derailing of the impact of disgrace
Loss of limbs and fettered destiny imbued of Godless whims
These all secure senses denying the morphotypes stinging the defenses
I am not with out a door an Achilles tendon that opens to the reprises
However divinity of hope lands on mornings and I make a reclamation of the faith that cleanses
Loss and cold or supersonic and scalding the evolving status of self worth can only harness absorb glean and acquiesce
So as deviance and the demons approaching only deliver masochistic feral guises of the real world as you and I approach weaned of evil, there's hope of  validation and our goals

Key myopic moon daisy running chaffing ******* with the face of rules
Nothing's exciting about finding the weakness of "one" maybe in a flask.. rather
This virus is all day, it makes right choose left and the lost a stain of integrity
A huffy cough only happened askew Dr. Phil in sheriff attire presuming a blunder
What once meant to fly as in a plane and to sing through alto tenor was decorated movement
The fault of your energy is the agency that whips you.. and me.. next it's the ***** in your head that helps someone's breathing!
A loser lost little when listening and lasting of analysis of a great king... cajoling counting coveting cavorting..  it’s known of kids and everyone!
Hence, pony boy, coy girl asks of dinner.. what Zeus does voodoo isn't as nice a solution as the absolution.. arriving masks and soaps can bring to you and the community
There's trying chemicals for wives the best for maritime attack, ****! The farmer whose getlemens club extended the choice of free walk, might say, good work and give you a gravely Eugene digressive groundwork bed tuck
It's funded I warn! The challenge is dare to wiggle your way through parks and flowers as the time clerk mentions the meandering, from the sense of essence of your last wash
But for variations, we humor no other than blasphemy of achieved spy networking and castles submerged of the proving order
One rip.. a place turns chains of the attaché file into rains further
An ear then the lobes of our divinities could'nt've written of the discussion from the room from which the Covid 19 did start
A cage trapped with people wanting the Angel of Death and attentions cruising like bacon on a noble physically cooked marker ****
One stops  as a small panda not the mayor switching ringleaders but a guardian marshal with that frankly swankly lost yeah spankly ship sunk clanky evrybody who wins cankly be real addressed last punch
American cheese not with smoke as friends against fears face their inner tears that the hipper the shelf the easier the grunt as we take seriously that law about signals from the inner ****
However guard the world at a time when notorious raves and mechanics so true stood guard  
There's the placement plant for why it took place as truth just as you signals run but there's nothing there clear and far
Hammy gesture robots? Busted simply a thousand cots! What looks better invitations or forms? The real hash wagon might have horns!
Confusion be forward now  the possession was neglect!
Bodies in the morning as pigeons cooing deflect!
Any to hammer out the recovery aspects as well?!
Blame the glamour of autocracy for bad checks and now you can tell!

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

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?

A Pterodactyl a predator using vicious sites  
Wings opening and closing like the verses of the emaciated
     sweeping dreams under a rug through all nights
Stretching claws the talons so strong and pure
    Pleads of the nascent young the innocent fodder for the taking
        Billowing religious signs just as injustices ring from the
              clash of striking nails pulling blood from the victims
Learned ones stray from their holy path as the Godless skies
    soon reform into the sensory of loss from all deepest depths
Old are now trying to be young and the young freeze in their own tracks as an ancient force delivers more than they can find in the pleadings of an iconoclast
Hold still little worthless free born soul drat and confusion have taken control!
If we are the mighty and finding ever elations in new innovations?

Then why are the devastations of all environments and the rapturous claws of evil death our only call our only renditions of a future deigning its conditions?

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

Delicate Truths May be

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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