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

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

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

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

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

Its return is magnificence

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

Mean Green And Holier Than Thou

Anesthetize after thoughts
We all share a nice fool well enough - getting paid for it,
****'s really together
Yet vow a disheveled twilight rose
Content to drive the  mirror off,
Our say hi extremities reach out for a touch
of affection from piles of shells,
A dune- allows
From the world, a great team "thank you", mister dog
Let's discuss our goals, I hate when it's about losing ****
this and that duh de duh de duhn can be all you want
In your hand you have the paths of patience  
Summon you know who you are confused folklore
Because valid is an idea if you choose and take it
Individuality has a door
Rather than screens and apropos
happens in one's lifetime
Just so...trying a gnarly crayon and another around the neck for me... oh and it's not when and if ... it's all been there
The shortest plane ride in question
**** me if I don't like flying it's as  if  
tiger talking to a cat assures a let go slur in the air
Yes ailerons and conversions LA to  New York new brainiac commercial very good for relaxing young Eugene
Swoop through available chains!
A fin surfaces it's your bout with fever *******
relax as magical power gets underway
Until then you can push your way through
and punish the rescuer
A pretty good question it is... the killing game  show
was rather apathy saying no I'll do it... let a little grin
The family sit down probably it's only Thanksgiving every year
Funny every Thursday evening spiritually
you're a solid helper
Listen to the goals of old hacking dreams
Allow them above all, above, soar... score goals then play around in a dream mockery superlative reality
Return to 24 hour a day show chauvinist radio, cut the costs
regroup here, say it as genuflect style trying a hotel
No requirements here... for you have a clerk disease...who can stamp the world? Then every city with a paper judge?...
Supposedly people see who and  what is trying to be free... as a war does?  A taker sounds  fun, the pain in reverse of the word
Boo! Looks as if that little wasabi swash ****** over the terror of an international inversion warning label
Maybe their into hiding from what they think are the answers...
As is anybody most obviously however
Or perhaps, even, it's about quizzes happen quickly... as it is one must explain deficient.. which was the way we were

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

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

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

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

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

I inquire drilling in the home of the martyrs
Taken away to the home of the owners
Hate a carriage always wrought with hope yet still evil marriage
The most likeness, spindles as spines with metal
With a pentagram made of metal
Question not the vow

All sing out

Do you feel as if you know...
Where are the deathly priests and virgins?
Or where  all the ****** go?
Forever toggle the pain, put ring on the lamb, bestow
Endure the steel night as the **** hits the fan
Living now question the vow

Together we all sing out

Church forms the dust and blood and flesh
Yet the rust of demon's blood trickles,
Visceral onto the bust - mash

Seeing people cry out in vain

They fear or there is simply no God
The beginning awaits the end

Hear the choirs and madrigals sing out

Entire families slain and desperation
Infernals end and...  Imhotep's rules of the law?
Sit down let the show begin
And all coerced in meek prayers of sound
Turn to decorum of evil and you're precisely
where evil lays cloys with what its found
All bodies spirits and thoughts twist to the ground
Now are divinities- us,
All whom agree upon all that has to be seen, the afore
More mistletoe adorning more wreaths for doors bestowing
As everyone gathers about and..

All sing out!

Pigeons. doves, no hummingbirds...wait.. actually the wild!
Parrots that squawk and fly about L.A.

Caustic bangs and screams-the South LA. Moniker
:the squirrelly streams.
Tales stay inside ceased thoughts; they drain the occlusion of deft variances kept
Apex aversive life dismissive; boundaries of good and evil call
Me, myself, morose circle of hope-... I'm denied these dreams- jimmied- stymied, called out for soul cries of induction to gleeful fate....
Truth now dissolves the Godless forces that are known
and the enduring flack of all peoples seeking retribution on the individual-
strife included- variance remains- ends on my individual as once was warned now is claimed

By the glassy sense of real visions the yearning turns all senses astray
By the Moonglow of the strange begotten creatures the flow light and dark stay
In the holds of free olde and new, inside golden cause are effects sold yet true
I shall survive I mightier than the yearning of fate lost in shadows
I greater strengths.. inside of me the valor builds the juncture instills the yielding maleficence allows
Am I clout a clouded close minded flock of never ending wrens wreathed in satin virtue begins then ends
Like virtue I have a place to begin yet like pariahs I include the worst from that witch began
Losing touch from the life of innocence losing trains of thought from the child who's fantasies began all this
I shall run I can dance I shall dash passed the spirits that wished I'd gone away
I might pray I might dance then prance upon the eternity of the celebrations
I in valor hold I must sing true
All in luster the virtues strange worlds true
in magic's scintillations help me for then I must declare!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The simple of all in life is all, yet formed, unreal
The only safe clause, and effect, is the metamorphosis, reform
To free, I'm divided, no Saturn or galaxy... science and physics map
Now forever each thought torn, inventor of terrorists, all life is corrupt
Unto these never seeing, never costing
Unto the environ in betrayal, the rainbows of science lie
And a ruff land causing our dire revolted theories, and land
No, an announced ferocity, sinners of dark gangs begin...
One, our dream, left to live another
No life set to desist by the fire
One place ever you'll avail, within
In life we **** and trust to endure and prevail.. this is the
ending of innocence...
I was never nested by heroes, turned by prayers for the first
beast of life that lasted for years
Still.. lest all brand of sins in time form in chaos
Never-ending fortresses laugh with those treasures of gold
Asking of body- fears for the sovereign chill of no attack
The sad free posting interdimensional waves with countless legends told

Fight for the reasons and living on freedom
Cold dreams allure of treachery ever causing certainty and awe

In yesterday there's love and deities, assailable no place, but spells
Sanity rare, a crashing jail which beckons the leathur and lights that ****

If you wish.. and with thanks for the demesne, visions halt
and measures change
Though, no preacher or audit could ever occlude more than
the less that's only pretend

So today though we're leaving no soundings lost inside a revival
symphony at no cost
A world realizes the rate & return on shores of demise decry
I'm alive.. I am the lost
Then as a demon snatching the tunes that we dance with tomorrow
In a light of travesty an evil expresses satisfactions of the hollow
No way to deny, I've taken medicine my only resolve
No place to defy, I'm in a world made of lies as we strike
the surface un defied
So the real rolling extolling tar on the fairies
now of lost virtue
Creates a cry of the seasons and the remastering of the
net of our dark castle
Go now with a reason as exhorted for the ever crawling dark
Now that the newer have no fears, the spurious magics shall be cast and found
No fear, never a day, -I've taken a synched phony absolve

Nature's lore for Satan is no more.. -there's no place for God or one another

We're in a world made of lies as we attack the surface to remain alive

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

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

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

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

Until I find the start

  for which ends and eternity yield not

   an innocuous feeling not a one and destitute

     originally belonged to me!

We stumble into virtue as the
New year greens our potential lights
Then we stare chant hack
Betwixt sappy speeding steady
Legs
Slowly walking   is this fila beast
But now exoskeleton rungs of fur
Aim and denial at twelfth then ninth
All vows the first copper sheened window
4 falling deedle mort limbs
3 then finger apparatuses
Excuses cleaned sorrow's boiled jam masonry
Excuses always twisting ending not seeking
However! I've impacted the  fracas of stockade feelers
Such swords and  swaths, which? Spatha yet Scythe....
Yee who walk forsaken embrace
For together we might  bruise/ fall
They lunged spirits broad
Strikes!.... yet nothingness was more than air
Preclude to needless remorse
Folks of  instinct with witch
Each has a kiss is chaos
Cacks and Clubs Kow! Kazaam! Zaps and Chattle
Chains on Mice and Rust on Bottles
Then might and magic we may prevail or...?
Perhaps chance though little  for tail ?
Or simply contemptuous each day
Yet one day might appeal a contemporary write
All this is done of the thoughts
For a New Years night!

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

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

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

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

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

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

God ...Oh my self how I want to break free
sealed up by brackish mortar healed by valid yet flagrant insensitivities
gloaming fronts assailed eyes turned for the morning into rot and clandestine of it
hallow holds on my halcyons hues of melonic powers hasten to the relevance of unending mishaps
in justice yet colliding with friends the glass covered hope shatters and I am named miscreant
what does day and night with procurement mean
for in reality the thoughts lead to desolation and all deliverance is burned to be named appropriate
and codex of the brand or code of arms of the clean
What little of efforts dissuade all these meanings can only truly be virtue depleting
the hold on virtuous rationality and logic I once knew
facing tomorrow sessions and seasons in tow

There was once a theory...
that a revolution has to take a stand
to be at our world
As the chalice streams, those with ales that form impudence
as far from terrors- that all should
There in the deserts the children cry
Our defense is to die, or the saintly are mighty?!
Evil's have caroused & darkness settles away
Fears are our powers
And this until thus I say!
Never, never shall the treasure of souls, see the day
Never shalt the dark dominion let evil find its way

Oh our treasures, each in a whirl, & the fastest of fears
Listen, listen to me now, I soon in ascension shall go beyond to see

We're left to the begotten, we're left to the rivers... claiming
All be one with the clouds that storm... sentience all illusions cover the dream!

Never, never shall the treasure of souls see the day
Never shalt the dark dominion let evil find its way

Please inspire, free, and cajole! Or I leave thee now!
Thankless are they, the demons and their fires
Reality burns never-
And never shall the bride of the underground return


Never, never shall the treasure of souls see the day
Never shalt the dark dominion let evil find its way

The thoughts of a world... so disparate yet un staunched, for even from disease, disuse
It brings together all of us... no matter who
Lasting the day thorium lithium ****** the lot is truly a cat's sampled tongue on the lambs fur woven cot
Screetching yet perking the morning air, perching not to perish, as blackbirds languish in the scant thin air
Ardent stolid dressed for the ****, soldiers found plates, stained by bonfire smatterings of smokey air
Yet in the brash contrasts when life closes down expositions and forces festering thoughts one halcyon of it remains... that of hope
So with Leprechaun gold in the pockets, of time the daydream of a better future, still unstructured no pentameter or rhyme
Yet each creature throughout aviary schemes and broken with doubt sketches wisps platinum from a scry showing fires crossed,
skybound defiance , and rest
With the cache of changing seasons as gold in the pocket and the crisp bite of each night's cyclic affair brings us together, one in the same

Drifting out across eternities there's no reason for the implied meaning...
Of the one soulless window relegating
Virtue to impress a, soulful asunder, guardian of the depraved
For that virtue binds the integral fascination
To review any principle within.. that moment ...
Therein spineless front which denigrates
Onto a microfiche when the whole of erroneous examplature
Accessible is our landscape shouldering the yearning for
the violent outbreak
A leaf a shrub a vine and rivers only hassles any one
persistence knows of the sort
(brake)
Exemplification drenches furrows of enlightened, this apogee
sent not for the gender or of race
Or what makes comprehension before it?!
The fascinations of factions of persons who believe, endure
Self taught reasons, a face for arguing, rather than beseech they atone to learn
What central devolving fresh thought hinders the use of such philosophy?
The negative review of the very exchange, rapine, when found is virtue of altruistic and proud epiphany?
One may wished to have claimed afore as necessity...
Avenues of negativity suspend course!
and excessive janitorial clumsy virtue transcends!
For lack of suave ambitious truth the negativity turns to supersedent personal...
strength... that RENDERS

Must we all be born, previously a zygote and more through
friction busters whether(strike the lustors) the minds or bodies of...
... ... ...
... the front end
blasphemous
fender
******!

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

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

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

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

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

Files and folders- the Djinn and should we whelp?
the show has little purse for olders
What if its a trial, the young mock the one,
that skacks, when ale and saffy zing are the one?

Oh and that's not rather peachy, lily lithely matters,
and at the slip tongue the slap,
reality informs don't talk back

And thus any other force of reality,
perhaps is void, the cultural impurity,
it's deception they divinate on the impure
with aggressive discoveries
which might and mist at anytime say
I and I the holy I have seen and tasted that
which ye had, and make for rounds so sure,
to play my sanity as the fealty,
There's only the one...
then as it slips, what can one say, the femmes pop!
and they see it has a taste of sounds- for the civil.
You and them their all about pranks as you!
Places that understanding works words they scatter then reopen

As honey and reticence of the Witch, which everyone's former lords claim to own
This presuming light is pretty, makes not so much as a stitch in the running quilts
of time and the so pretty!... as what thy's Mary pushed and pressed into
awaiting war derivatives, malevolence and regress....

Then and now
my knife work was fully done
/ no rational texture, no performance,
for the play had been begun and won!

Now and Now not Then Yet, No! The twinkle that feaks off the emirate strain of pacified (pacific)
Phones, drops, lives, through every self vision of windows

Into a place which does displace my sanity and every sound!

Politics & Media and ...

What in the, ****... this is denial!
What can watch a grand stage? Feel the presence...

Value, glory, cue the tones of music, ulterior passion and fury,
Lights. Has our words once spoken, landed in proficiency... but despair?

This radiations overdrive, push, push, be quiet nothings real and no one gets to see.
My heart, the depths of imagination... yet in the land of midnights, you're just a traveler
of our week's exhibitions and the yearning to find truth/ time's waterfall of our burned scheming and trolling verifications lost to time

Religion, religion, sinners together we can't... Yet fires bring nightmares brings'... hubris brings Belial, truths denied...
Thou elated make separate truths and admissions, yet together the sham of the world is not dreams unsettled...
to the masses divine... for I am without the drifting sacrosanct armors of people... forgotten in time!

For I... I...
am the all of which you had ,
justified political disintegration
A superior deluge, if everyone's building ... the building blocks of time...
Eased truth our only show
Only we believe together, no other, in the vying, comatose brainstorm
That birth freedom, versus cult, and freedoms aren't of this duplicitous denial's cure!

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

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

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

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

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


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

The truth... the stars have notions that type a future
     that develop a world, the situation,
      that embraces various powers
  Pleading that plea the icon squeal
For the help, unknown acquisitions pounding, natural decibels, rhythm, drums

Play through the narrow minded clammy chatter
Hold the world, the cage, and lay unbroken
Upon the cold, loud, bed, enthralled, you lay for yourself

Known to exist across eternally the weaves of Absu and valiance
Unknown the assuming , mind speeds towards dispositions, necessitated existence
However people gore through free choice, acquittal for the taking
only ends with the sub sugary deep of the under realms of essence

So thus taken is the butterfly harm & triple the enemies,
one's self a radio to eternity

Wrong answers, a state of mind,  conned of knowing what you need to in assessment of one's time
   what was wrong is the sorry fool of yourself at war, hoping
    notions of the straining work to defile disown and nest inimical
     life..  that'd truly be a lie

When in life does my one and only marvelous love know that the iron glove and the fist of anger above is only winged by the
matrimony civil priestess dawning pure white gowns
she saw the deigning deviance and proclaimed all hail
haste to the ground haste... to the Earthy ground.

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

Tis Best to Find A Book Not Graceless Netflix
Snickle it snuck by the text of tickety tucked
Burmese and Maine **** Panther and Typhoon
The guise of the ill imbrications of tiles of lore
Betwixt the center and cast aghast into the seas on naught
Sheilds fell short and velocity of the beast did comport
Thee with little hope of finding truth or vanquishment or champion lore..
At behest of the demons the civility once again was swept out the door
I have not braver notion than the jasmine and fools language
Yet distinguished are the bedfellows that save us they fight the truly savage!
With nor Godless notion
nor piety in tow the folks amassed to have a go!
"I can accept only an acumen and candor from the least of the less to
the greatest of all angels that upon grace I swear!"
They had decreed in the hope of making past dilemmas
But the unctuous beacon the Harold of evil the overpaid and underscored rose again
As faith had put it they were stifled not by nuance or systems
Only the deafness and the undertow that had created
  an egocentric and thoughtless causeless follow through.

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

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

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

Have a common displacement and golden yard of deafened seasons tonnage

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

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

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

The dearest most relevant shocking revelation of them all!

To truly have sentient validations or to believe in thoughts that might mystify or make eccentric dreams a reality

Services and demeanor and clouded judgement of the askance world of armistice eternal

    may take a turn

More over false identities proven from one's mirrored look at self identity

Senses degrade, eternity splays the convictions of the absurd you once believed after they were heard

and frail thoughts turn and turn as they burn

Acceptance of well fought ideals breathe life both quickly and slowly into you

What wise distances' once imposed now narrowly escape a belligerence at the door

Look abright full of colors directed at the sun and yourself

into severe torrents of endurance and hate you find the realms

All worlds seek haste and make for hopes of a divine perception

Yet alone we find our souls enduring until vanity and deliverance

take hold of perceptions

Is one's purpose, only service, the cosmetic to...
   music, books, houses, movies
What thoughts, now reclusive, are in layaway at the poor butchered nightmare?
Freedom implicit, so difficult an issue...
These definitions about one's place,
  they feel atavistic,
  final solution for all.

Try now to imagine lanes, of mobs- only mindframes switching on and off.
Eventually you begin to know to run
from the definitions, what banks of dissections!

All bare the marks of prosecutions, original but far, so far
  not fair from the namaste.

That this passes for what life's about joy and musing
                what standards! The quizzes are about it?

Freer can be the rules
   and all parties involved
   or even the vengeance within, as ourselves,
   until the skeptical attempts to mock- exists the answered to
   community,
   bouts of beers, broken sobriety from gorgeous flirting,
   and a passion that the  community now fears generosity

Dibs on claustrophobic guts, as out hails the facts on one's face.

A place goes to alarm,
  proven 3 grand broken
   as the wrong way goes back
    to the places, beings see their places, realities, implicit firsts
     dearest evinced lifetime!

That Mr. and Mrs. Madrigal now have loquacious
  embarrassments

Take reality and imagine...

Free no neuropsyonic  crisscross, no forms,
no need for evasive empirical blocks

And identify the scope of actions,
thou shalt enact the paths eclectic
  insipid divine euphoria
  is astute for epiphany for
  personal freedoms

It looks as if the final story is cast in tears and gloom
The drain on life, its' justice the comprisal guise of doom
Ground down by centuries of fear loathing and hate
The new world of prophecies lain by martyrs now awaits
Simple perfection kills the stare
Destiny unclouds judgments blare
Bicentennial askance of the Godless values now sworn
Indentured honored stolid sworn now reveille with all of the prayer
Misting detriment of the zenith for souls

Stand don't scream
Fight let the saturations of benevolence begin

Create don't serve
The final pace on the table of doom
Is Yours

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When you first denied slow progress and denial's own grave...
Measley, grounding, malicious , debutant turned to happenstance moderno raves.
Lawless cast the  wicker stones, drachnire, defunct, faceless stares.

I am sequined by rope woven dolls!
You and I remiss from craftwork ...which though flawless...
     cold application stops wings of paper to unfold.
Dashed against mere morsels of civilized epicurean modulation and retentions.
...Hours wait yearly, months wait for monotonous seconds,
  and  yielding is every flawed reflection.
Their reflections of ebb and flow, despite personal benediction
     Truths, our truths...  they shall never show.

what am I a robot?

As tons of mega drugs spurn only binary language

Entirely the waste, waste basket, metal wire mesh, of my life, secedes to its volume as quintessential vocation rehabilitation and cohabitation

The lips fletched silk umber cord spool by clutches of spindly metatarsals programs by Judas spikes, virtues

Lost at last, circular processing units freak, just for show when the I in I.O. ablebody blasts through the lashes holding rickety flood gates...
of a horde of bugs

Shouldn't errors accent the daily reboot with appropriations to new partitions rather than partisan boots remurk the embattled sludge of one's wean at toxic 'gov'

The question of self realization, ever thoughts go, then and RAM, yet with the soldered mesmerizing synchronous ROM, keeps Iolo moon degree feckless, vibes returning again for more speed

Mainly blotted out in psychedelic ringing, the final whistle of the cooling fans lose their ply on reality, and the foray's pace of limbs crashes into objects affirming... that the truth I define me I was born a robot, to be, I was fashioned of parts of complexities yet live abstractly and mechanically

What am I a robot?

Black Magi you've leant a kiss
Failing and harrowing is the excuses stashed
Bravery then compels beasts and the society into... trying...

That reformation of the tradition, even, the ATF itself - lay, in fact, forty years from the effort
& sassy so much of denial, in a Chevrolet, a hallow sausage,
lies made made popular by MacDonalds?

Now maybe we see...

Chaos forms order,& splinters of governments- cast & mock
an eternal war

Yet the 2nd disgrace buttress  then  3 licks of the fallible, maybe become 1 are  scaring the youth into impression of priests,
and the visions of one place sufferance to suffocate into puppets of one

Magic, magic universal, sweeking into a swoop or a perceiving of justice with each beef as small time pretties and big time scales, adjusts each cream cheese sandwich every week into existence conclusions forgone

But if you had to sway and bemoan endless dying flailing arms trying to gesticulate the savior, the demons, and the masses imemmelteph sausage paffys to be...

Then hopes for the future is as simple as that
which is part of you and me!

It's actually the need to impress.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She goes with pride, humiliation, love, hate, peace, war
The occasions, the plaque, whom might be passive,
magically make
the score
Places of darkness, perceived of a flower, unknown,
keelhauled **** tower
A form of gold, a land of diamonds, carpets heroes narrow piety
... the pit

Funky, younger, older,
was Grandma the same as my obstinate self?

I'd miss your skirt caught in the door frame,
she said so good, a set from the pastry shop

Plates of divinity, carrying a family through bushes,
the forest and rain

The town shows it's knives, no wives,
lamb chop pork chop, no sweets, ZZA

Jump away! Doom spells a dance of death!
Elaborate methods gouging Earth's cracks!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Streams and Demon Deems

Satisfy  your own clouded new world of virtues,
exculpate yours and mine
Thickening floam resets the shores, individuals
find their goals for perfections, yet demon's define
Drachnire drab dank demicold dens force questions answer yes/ and no
What winged perception was invited by all seeking credos and amounting squall of the serpentine dominion
Wasted penchant for mercy was lost as the turbulence amassed a ubiquitous forewarning the state of dissensions was begun  
With a slip of Lucifer's tongue the lives of the honorous had little hope that a course perfection may have won
Individuals souls inner colors ranging from pastel to black amassed their determinations and cried for the bells of toll outside of the crags that forced words back
And slowly the first and the last to arrive in it's sardonic soliloquy
Fought so bravely with pride and justice making way for the virtues that call from the depths of eternity
Kraken and Demons, Soldiers of Hate, dividers of the be all soon surfaced to defy the brazen blast from the anti sinners and the martyrs from lives which in subordination await
Call back no scorn for the evil that approached we shall stand tall and encroach on them as they once did upon the lives that once lived

Now and forever alone and acceptance for sanctuary broader than the farthest seas and deserts, enshrined in deliverance a voice to slip beyond the entrenched cost of waring peoples and the demons disease
Simple tasks slow mornings and avenues full of health and redemption wait not of fickle prefect but to see the joy of a world free in the morning glow

Future you await us, the dance of macabre bastions and battle-bound turrets away, the closest fillagree jasmine and boroughs from the creatures that live as prey...
Now only a demonic clause as the Harold declares and the vices unfold to portray
Strength of morality and drastic accolades define
the best of you and me

Stupid Potato Chips
Sour Cream and Cheddar Chips they are the best
The **** with sour cream onion, Doritos, or BBQ Lays they fall into the rest
If virtue was a salty dominion the gift of these special chips
may surely take place\
... before the rest... of them.
Sentient doctor's orders and diets galore!
Can not deny the sodium love lore... of which we need more
Although there have been copycats such as ruffles and pringles variating
on the perfect theme
The taste. value and sumptuous delivery
of the best is not a principle which competitors can
catch. copy, and deem.
To be the replacement, they deem!
Lays sour cream and cheddar rule's supreme!

SUMMER

Summer, it's the time of the Pleiadians
that wreak havoc on our minds
  they stretch confusion, and weave into a crass frame,
   that clicks, steams and
there's spurns of logic...
that isn't from any human mind

The meek enter a new dragon,
confrontation, and the ******* dressed women...
    subdue all thoughts,
     that abstinence is divine

As summer song,
and any breeze that souls touch
   like lavender mooring to the original stem
    then to the roots,
      a distance and freedom for each blossom -
acclaim and scents of haven, heated, heaven

But alone the hot airs and sky, wind, gradate, simmer then
    toss the very thoughts that had cast our hope full plot
     and destitute are as within the aesthetic
       visions that lay before thee

Belittled without a serenity, with no holistic bounty,
from the scientific worldly charms;
a soul is lost on the burning, egg frying pavements
of our confounded time

But in step a shadowy dirge,
  of the supposed renowned procrastinates
   so little that the fury of chains, faiths and inners
   of thought, made for intrinsic inculcations,
   maybe for a Summer triste forthright is that which can emerge.

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

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

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

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

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

Impurity.

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

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


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

Mercy And Thanks.... the Med Workers

Assimilation fraying from the jasmine touch
of fellowship hands
Not bundled scrunched at each elbow knuckle but the forward
Systemary kind that unwind yet avail  and follow each touch
Not supine more smooth and  frenetic
Voiding the march of bellowing disingenuous... malady
Jabbing at old and meek and tender and schoolchildren young
With arced veiled perceptions tongues
woven through smashing gowns ether imbibed
Watch turquois green and yellow badly fade entwined
An atrophy sciatic and we swerve dissed by the
citizens own bell curve
Trinity strife four medic sleds sinuous a sine
clocks hammer the rite
and across plateaus inside and the sign out strikes twice
For a colloquial apothecary yet together
meritocracy clematis vines
Caves swords docents shields asepsis renderings of
this St Francis had promised...
The flock reviewed was brought forth from the dank to wield distant forgotten pretenders, beings
****** to ascension of lows in the mist
Risked absolution heaving Thorazine or Epinephrine versus palaces inculcated by furious mitochondria disinformations
Having whisked the surface a thousand and various times with paces whence knighted... fly with the nimbus flight from the tree of life's deliverances
What little freedoms suture and long staid academic lights shattering gluttony of words and chemicals know
The avenue of contours of the sewn epidemic batting 650 evens the worlds winks of REM shot glass in tow
Tis a virtue of no lithe usurpation and
forged pandering foe...
In the nights the fires the ambulances the bland rice dinner and back through snow
One more streaming fortune that mitigating the hands across virtue wouldn't let go
Butcher the gloves that sense the fear for the work by the medical community shines of the good work  lands great work as ever we could know