The nature of the mind is wandering and wondering

Occasionally moments come and solidify the trajectories

Minor distraction with the concrete life clusters

We remain stagnant in these swells
Momentarily modest and content

but soon another trajectory comes

Tenacious and full of sublime intention

Another cluster consumes

We spin dizzy and smile like slap stick

We stumble into artificial antics
If one stops we may crumble

Another episode expelled

We leave these remnants for discovery

Never giving thought for a soul communicating compromise

Time goes and the conclusions are never as good as it's momentum

With a bandits tenacity we scream for more

Knowledge lost and won in life's absurd rotation

We attempt at a world concise and absent of complicating

With skies like a sandbox
Blue rims and tan spread

With a garden fully weaved

No **** or wandered root found

You may sigh for these scenes now abstract and animalistic

Perception is key when the colors blend and tree's retreat into seed

A sun rises still

Expressing it's discomfort with a rain storm spewing sanctuary

Please wash away these notions of godly intervention

Please stop this mind that refuses to move past the green light

My self-summary:
Online dating is kinda new for me.
I have no chance finding mates normally,
Being endangered in France and Germany.

Mating season is March and April
You may not find me ******.
But I’ll remain faithful

What I’m doing with my life:
Cryptozoologists trippin’ over my footstep.
Guess I have that effect.
Better check, cause’ I’m being swept and kept
From the public eye
By the FBI, but that ain’t my style.
Just drop on by.
Take a seat. We’ll do a meet and greet.
Tell you my story.

The first things people notice about me:
I got thin lips and a big brow
A nose that’s flat and black

The most private thing I’m willing to admit:
Thought of some tips: Don’t borrow human clothes.
Eat mostly rats for snacks.

What I’m really good at:**
My hobbies include banjo.
Beware! When I throw down a hootenanny
Be ready to tango.
Cause’ forest animals know how to jamboree.

Polished and refined,
With death I have found
A life below ground
A place I can call mine
Destruction and evil deeds
A breeding of pure hate
Is all that I can create
Out of all these heartless seeds

I punch them in
To the deep sullen dirt
Water them with vengeance
And a sprinkling of hurt
Tonight is the night
I find what dwells below
I don't have a key
But I can bargain with my soul
As I place it into these seeds
I am but reeds in the grass
I'm letting go
Only Heaven knows
The blackness of Hell's wrath

I plant my lifeless soul in this plot
To groom it as it grows
So slowly that nobody knows
It's the place the devil goes to rot
Watered with tears, warmed with fire
And as time stands still, never changing
This fruition of evil continues growing
Until the depths of hell can go no higher

Then it will bloom
A flowering gloom
Growing out of control
The ground will harden
In this here garden
Fertilized by my soul