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

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

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

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

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!

Hello, paltry, putrid, squalor, a heat driven warming...
Hello dear 'foul' country afire

Sitting inside our sheltered sloop, yet our ropes are tight
The fastest, or only way home, unites, hopes and might!

Ample dreams anyone, please no confusion,
yet certainty, a saint- a sire

And though these galvanized dreams, sipping electrolyte stall,
blank fascination & we admire?!

The plundering of the needed places, a city's cold,
have you seen the real sky kite?
Though all our gathering wit, what once was is blasé
passed as a past plight!

No take of fleece, no doctrines of clouds,
awash anarchy is our future Empire!

Tuff enough that touching the blasphemous,
within our citizen's key
Yet dealing a swift death into this our sky
A shuffled fears dampen only the mind forthwith stands the city!

Oldest, youngest brightest, dumbest... our sea!?
If not for our planet alone, where do one's
thoughts wonder and why?

Catch the feigned practice, catch the callous lords and ladies,
catch an implicit fee!

So with no more than to bow for class
Our view has little skill
Makes its way through the vast
Reminders never hate today
Makers not waste the slow gets going fast

Another series awaits
Bodies untilled adjourn to heaven
Civility holds tones sending  the spells
Resulting akin  our zero acuity
Formed of earth made to sell of  ample steel & metal

Leaving our fortresses today it's the greatest
It's the miracle wealth we can experience in eternity
The rate of switching mortgages makes it first class

Phone warns warming lithium  
Warming world then rings its dominion returns
When we're all called back cursed alone
Babes of the 21st  bare breast of the impurity

Mete through the soul
Ours went out the window in conference
Celebrate different significance
Tapping buttons then numbers days and slaps

Eventually turn into you
You want nothing more
But posturing psychotic deference
Sneaky control on which one faces
The slithering waps elusive filmy dark embraces

Meal of the day from reptile faces in the sun
Could make what we know
Be created from foreign lands ladies and gentlemen

Endangered though there's forgiveness its morbidly bound
It's life only but a simply marvelous art piece to defend

The name for doctrine
Life soon to be shed
Two way run back and back further
Unsettled chirps encompassed  pretty birds swanked
Yet there in thy neighbor's hands declared mutual pranks

With sin revelry caustic confusion
  demeaned and bled
With this the last writhing grungy
   sifting weapon
   I pronounce you've been wed !!!

I'm askew sketched with knowledge only
a bird of prey terse ambition and pollution through my eyes
when I dip below love of Heavens visage I am become a beautiful snowy mountainside

Depth of simple satisfactions, depth of hues of machinery, almost Machiavellian through the skies
few scant glimpses see me denying the green that need be
And when I touch the farm skulkery ethanol trampled & prevailed zero carbon trail
I am the last strain for hope the tree of human civilizations mentality

So you're, so young the Earth subsides for the minds that shall
reign across galaxy so easily as the sky above, or does it?

We drench our sorrow in hopes of tomorrow, perhaps
drowning a dream in overcoming unscrupulous monopolies,
playing a duplicitous game...

Or perhaps do we drink of a better tomorrow, factories and, machines, not shallow
and ascend in a drunken essence of what the real Earthen throws ...have to offer!

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 )

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

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

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

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

Explain Hopeless  Also Resilience

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

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

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

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

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

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

or lethargic catatonic pain

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

the indemnity a semblance of soul redemption's cowls

   upon the call of the unclear

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

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

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

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

Quell what small path of hope truly lays before me



The scratching arms and demon's claws

Shield resounding hope and prey on what little

clarification lays before me...

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

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

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



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

Simple requiem, safe courted satisfactions denied, amassing principle

Caught by  Godless precipice, doughty subjective paucity and impure

  classlessness devolves into brash resuming horrors

That the best of me

Was the first

Yet again the least to fight and prove

What can faith redeem?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

... my own two cents.. however it's not really a poem


First and Last An Environmental Rant

Firstly i'll be sending the takeaway to the last place
on Earth you'd expect....
The end of reason and the beginning of industry
So there one can be the first to fly float ***** and sing and much more in space
Once the era ends the last laugh shall be on anyone for they have
survived the vicious blow of pollution...
Wait that's endearing, even wise beyond years
That last step of pollution voided!
Who'd of thought?
How do "we" think about it?
To make progress and refurbished green and blue forests and waters
Perhaps everyone's best ideas
Firstly and Lastly

She danced; Anubis, Kingdoms, Jah, an unaffiliated ascension to Heaven
      by all sources a specter to religion
The closest spirits fairy-like glossed with bells of toes and satiny outerwear


Indirect draining cloisters of luck were at the behest
    of the overseeing radiant observers who fought
          to classify the rhythm, the aerobic funk


Not without wisdom, her gyrating moves deadened the confessions
      waiting to assail the moves as haughty or beyond function


Tails ecclesiastic spinning her moves... fervid undeniably drastic
Cold eyes severed by furtive thoughts but cautious and wishing nought


Simplify the vision from onlooking wonderment; best aerobic function,
     the nuances, certain vision, the lady so much of a ****


Whence I am allowed and privileged to dawdle on towards her light
The fantasy of new tomorrows is a faith of future with grandeur

Now vanquish that which falls short and abounding is fortune and might

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

This is the world that listens to the sanctuary
Then the fall of all beasts
They have lost all their minds
Then and now the powers that be will unveil
as the bottom of the sea frees an evil
Bring forth the mighty grail!

The wrong that holds our fears of sadness
shall cast the ultimate final reasons
The waves they fall unto the victims
Are the forces that let us ****?...
Between those convulsions...

Die Die the fortress' song is death
Try Try the the real shank is no more
Die Die the fortress is made of metal
Go Go the end is foretold

Living and dying trying and those souls that are lost
Fearing the answers of God's gifts
Now the gift box lays in the mist
And the throne of the path the one that tells
The fighting ghosts that prey upon the church
They've an answer that Hell and the evil's/ mirth
Impurity of the community one's own personal message
Satisfied by design and the sought meanings gold of yesterday
Access the ***** the whole of that which you gave to be bold
See that to flee from good a path you paved...
Is a message foretold!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mithral and shallow

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

Isles stolid access tricky gold gleaning a vivacious brink
Between memories and definition cured the seamstress of reality takes my dreams and I forever leave them... a thought killed is as good as one procured
Should crows cackle and taunt the ghetto morning ablaze from nights gunfire
Or should the hummingbird speak of graces- the concern for the few and in some cases plenty flowers that spring from the spars garden beds
Sore from squandered hopes now laying in funeral pyres ablaze of little to no glory
The time teller, the black magic seeker, the unending virtue from souls set of goals afire
Greet candor and greed and satisfaction altogether
as insipid worth of need for constitutional savor the
the darkest whips of a hope lost and a story delivered by angst built of morality that continues to make pleads
Under safer morose weathers the soul of freedom grabs me and deems a future
   that faces these spoken of truths yet has a higher worth
Lawless demons and atavistic angels preen and guffaw
at all my life's worth!

Joy for certain the ability to access the free
and to surge and to apply the slip
That refined the gurgle and blunt gulp of pestilence and valiance
A rhyme scheme brilliance is taking a more
than it should sans the implications
The help inside zenith of life exterminates yet
resists what water could only slow into a sun
ecology helping stratus faith sensations
will acquire one day another sensation
for mediocre traces and gallant denials
have finally had at it and admitted the truth
and final solution is the fist place freedoms and attentiveness
The force of reasoning is to that tomorrow
It needs a being allowed to live among the future world
Shall we always know that the reverie word
or  application of the justice
Still only stands isn't  non satisfaction is but  free soul
Who endows all forces needing of an announced implicit glad festered yet Street wise closed minded affirmation this is the stratospheric assertion that Shall all eternity see that the ledger Aeonthepeon is Rivas free

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

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

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

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

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

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

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…

Few words of love
Few words of light
See me through the night
To the morning light
So that in my life
I might fight the good fight

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

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

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

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

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

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

Heavens's Accolade
Rare is the moment that my dreams don't deceive..
     the pinnacle of hope I wish to achieve
Science, value, yearly drastically held truths of the state;
immolation of the corpse grind of my souls of hope lays on the plate
I am drunk from the wisdom of years that I strived and struggled not of abundance
When suddenly celestial tales and frail parables claimed my wish to exist and my loudly held beliefs...
I am not a claimant of grace and not of  sin; I am not an avenue that lets grace faire begin
Yet moments of denial and foolish trials of unending martyr efforts...
Lay  lost in the grave- thoughts that once were lore,  may only be in morose efforts
Lay still every loss, from my sins; for the sentient realms in which life begins has hurt me even more
Lashing against plague and stolid in the face of virulent paths that pave our futures
I send my zenith... my haste for great significance to the deigns of the...
Angels that lay in wait for the godless ones that deceive whom they are set to embrace
Because inside the endurance and faith I have made they shall bring me past the doors of heaven that once denied
That ascending morality with effort and torture won't be a divine effort of life that can be denied!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not persons hammers shields sabotage marauding
variance destiny reveals

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

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

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

What breeze is this? The  dollop doldrums swiftly cutting down where once trees stood fertile demigods, coalescing thoughts and offerings from the Earth.
Down into the engorged under realms when Eden once gripped social inspiration is now fear and stolid memories of believing- what should be could be.
Now with might and a whip, one person speaks though 500 layers of binary code, to save a step to the motors that ruffle their feathers with periodic harvests so loud and bold. sister machines, it's whining and spooling its grip.
But inside the changes the first and last step still roots itself in monotonous autonomy of the pollution machine, an excuse for a rinse of celebrated solar light. yet further from the first baby steps and progress is the fight.
Perhaps the hunter, the exhibitionist, the latent supposed innovator, the land to be procured and free from past error, should be on the list of hunted instead?
No better motivator, than" survival", says time, now fading past us to a dystopian wasteland: unbreathable air, muddied water; to this does such standing prey of our dear terra firma and atmosphere.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I've Wished So Much Of the "4th"

Nothing eternal as the sentry of thoughts
surfaced with course memos
under trees were branches
while the terse sky...
imposes roots from hell

older yearly wanton grueling haughty suppressed
breaking from sundown

Into 3 fingered humanoid flickers of empathy
or simply understanding
as the drain on alacrity
sends drudges of depression to new flights

Light the strolls encase the toes
running brave yet stamper out cursive strokes of the body
staked for Xerox belay on heavens, on belay

Only without your senses
forces fraught jasmine glops of Freon jolts
collected by gutter fed demi costs, the frequency more or less

Another evening & years stretched by
glassy faith cut with fire cool waters
& doubtless familiars
yet, never understanding as the dreams never arrive

They juxtapose, should I be sunk or
I the weeds of life assail, oiled by grease of existence
& fall into another blank reality of holding

Who calls a namesake and savior
or can it be fraught by conscious marks
alight on scratches metaphysical
continuance and the dance
to avail for there's an awe of an almost "omnificent empress"

And then there's just every other fourth of July

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

Kan Souhldunsa you are no match for five dark Jedi?!
Automatic defenses can keep them off a good while...
Lets find the athletic one, Luke, as I.
Luke Skywalker, I call you back from the darkness.
"Poison is nothing to the force I am between all that exists"
Me, rauuaghw! I Baetdu Soma, last of the Jedi of Sunryder
I call you back!
Yes! Fighter, leader of the Jedi, Oh it's thee we lack!
You...? You...saved me?!
The darksiders, Leena, here soon shall be!
We better move fast, they're getting closer,
... everyone down, they're here!
Too late! For the smuggler ship we did boast to own,
now approaches faster than
Sith fear!
Shot down abated more to the side of light as
before it begins over was the fight....and flight.
There's no time to rest. We have to establish a new rebel base.
The titles of which in the past allows, life -to flow, a face- you've known.
Though we wonder about hope for the divine light for all states of life, we hold together, intrinsic and with sight, our ambitions during this strife.

So Kan, Soma, and Skywalker escaped that deathly fate,
each knowing... the plan, did have a origin, yet a vie to conquer.

Waiting for a war could be the make up of you
Asking for the style of toasted chips chains and whips
be more you
Yet inside the tunnel of fun the banal seeking mug
is never a deference for seething inside is self forgiveness
The lights you thread states streaking faster
to satellite then to satiate the falling fist
Of all humanity's brutality the devils are well met
as you lay and decompose in sin
The messes made of ginned up country sentiment as if from dignity
Your predilection for face is only simpleton vanity
as always it's what you anchor between you and me
Here this now what now is a force as the flag up the gripping girders
Preened per pound and pasteurized by demi goddess hope here
queens who sing of flesh who're only as an entity that vows
Touch the answers for in the end the people you claim to protect
will dismiss call out and take
The last blade falls and with you all and your likeness adores accredits oh so cajoles

Desperations promises perpetual ingratiations poverties hells

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

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

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

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

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

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

no one as distant as I the one step I know
me and I haven't indemnified
one leap of faith as I have me to thank
for prosperity said I with a vertigo air

see slits cthulhu whips chains or switchy knives
see marriage prosperity demonstrative
satisfactions one lady not wives

I see the world icy the world I C D whirled in does in
a were illed ensign take your medicine!

this can go... to that can do what you believe already went
faintly cut mean blank reality
acclimate morning prayers that you
stopped before the rain cowl sent

so that's when they do...what if though you know
at least its a start how can it be
what makes the I introduced be more than those were through
and then on the first that was late through that to me

people sweep words that don't get us to complain
trying to starting over is more a major ******* PAIN in the ***

I'm expected by me now
a kid then rude a beast that saved
only thought inappropriate levels were do
faces make nor laces
nor or with of the knowledge
stagger free victory twist and pound
aye Jaime to the ground

Now that's the EEEE of Chop suey dude

As there is ebb and flow
In crystal caves
We're dancing in the unknown multiverse

Catharsis and effigy, 'tings
Yet together of flowers in petals the lights glows

Ankhs stipulated by silver countenance
Mere desires, fame, destiny, brilliance
Build thyne's cities, steps and fear of
Mother's indentured absconded
Blades that be-still the feral warriors
In our strength and platonic ambiguity, there's tears

Indulge in premises made from proclamation
Surely a deity deigns servile flattery
of dinning and shamed into fighting
Everyone touches the stratospheric, the industrializations

Hunt for an apostle
The believer's maze bible ripples voices insane
The treacherous apple sits upon us
Our bitter oaken stockade
A mirror as an image makes spoken reflections
Across rivers battlefronts war stories catching the rains

Throughout all impressions
And our summer spices set
Fluently innocent one may find their lost

Heaven's Brimstone and Fire
Shoved into investigations
Of all facets of Abbadon
Drifts through central city then to the south funeral pyres

And now frail though brutal
There are assumptions and we choose to begin

Showering if not as placid rainbows
off the water at Heavens end...
As scouring proletariat hands worried port of call
trapped washing all made simple by the devil's sham

Deviously you contemplate you may
Be found fickly running to the underground

Whence out falls Edens and...
In calls the pleadings of the wicked and old

Your commitment too horizontal
to reach the land of the rising Asiatic Bear
Uhn Uhn wind of looks rather than being there
  does wash away why we were there

Though a thought to think of those who have fallen
The images of spell and the worst crime of all

Thou hasth what though hasth
  but no morsel of promised honor

Each holding on to pain, versions of fear, crying, and death

Misfortune a form of sorrow, but emotion sails away
Eternally the eternal
Calls for life, birth, self impressed, that happiness is not death's bane

Enemies watch joy and derogatory societal sense of laws
And they challenge the power, for that which wins
  refrains because a-wonder of who's joy

There's no place for evil of the demonistic flaws
or misinformed attempts at humor

For the pain that begins what crescent  wanes  syzygy
is a hope knowing that pain is confrontation and goals
  and accomplishments advenire at the door

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!

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

Live Into The Dreams

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

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