Crystal eyed warrior, jaded heart *****,
the toad and all his brothers die,
they bequeath a rancid stench.
The wilderness is pretty
lots of animals and such,
things that are carnivorous
things with talons sharp to touch.
Poison all to prevalent,
find it deep within the filament
so it's really not surprising how
some really can't catch the sentiment.

Crystal skinned warrior, jaded soul *****,
they cleaned and buried fallen arms
who's souls shall warm the bench.
Existence is a cry from good,
it really is, this **** is wack.
Animals in human skin,
with rainbow brains
and souls of black.

Crystal Blade Warrior
and the
Jaded Crown Prince,
juxtapose scenarios
until your
lines
begin
to bleed.
As scabs and scuffs,
we seeds and tuff,
chase dreams of gold
and platinum touch.
Humans are a joyous bunch
a ***** diamond, in the rough.

Eyes of dull with rage to shed,
a hair displayed the crimson red.
Soul of stains like wine on bread,
remove the waste, recall the dead.
Vicious is as Vicious says,
a simple schiz without his meds.
Reptiles dwell where the climates dynamic
fakes only sunbathe and copy the tactic.
Delicious is dread which is born out of sin
such the slyest of styles and guile with grin.
Just remember the words of your elder and kin,
eggs are good for dinner but you're much to small for Dragons.

In the distant looming meadow
vultures buzz, mosquitoes wallow.
Trees of leaves and bark and blood
touch horizon, grow from mud.
Pyres blaze with fire and fury
deep within the matted and murky
waters which hold more tar than a street
like memories of, special bell peppers, and beef....

A Fish from the river, much dapper, much do,
came to the city, he's looking for you.
I saw him I did,
that Fish, with a Squid.
Dog, I'll Ditch that. Did you, wanna grab a brew?
Cool.

Blanket the iris entrance where the light reflects our progress,
dashing little punctuation clinging to its functions.
Similar deeds are capable your form is nothing special kid,
finding truth and anti keep the sword as closest ally.
People will deceive and trick it's in their basest nature,
sorta hard to be a saint when the devils your next door neighbor.

The Girl looked kinda ditsy but her stare was firm for wear,
she strolled into the nearest town and found a crier there.
Foxily her lips announced, remember this and take account,
our connection is a deep and dark, cherry tree with singing lark.
Continued on to speak, of humans fickle, small and weak
the mountains children gone from peak.
As of now you are not ready, acceptance to the true of family.
Passing me with grace and speed, I glanced a foreign Deity.

Now It's really very fuzzy, she did leave rather quickly,
my
memory and sight of color, lack the proper imagery.
How could this have happened?
I seem to have forgotten,
the beauty of a queen or greater,
that Mushi Master, with eyes of wonder.

Searching for the past through a million different caverns,
algae and stalagmites like,
a tavern in the daylight.
Empty for the most part, shadows in the dark start,
dancing in excitement; dinners on the house tonight gents.
Master ninja hand signs, kunai skill for knife fights
and
the eyeballs always closed cause we see it all with foresight.
A Pokeball as my homestead, digital paradise to the unread,
single specks of data lost in hella mice and undead.

I wish that I could tell you, what it is that wise men do.
But to claim you know another's virtue
is simply much to couth.
You know not of his knowledge or potential, nor his root,
so simply hold your tongue
or it will surely meet my boot.

When the sky begins to blacken,
my soul is quenched with blue.
Stricken from the place of birth,
accept the nearest view.
A million little critters drifting
slowly through the goo,
await the day that sun returns
with lightly faded hue.

When the stars forget their twinkle,
lords of chaos gape and grin.
Stricken from the world as twine,
to wrap and close the gin.
A bunch of pollen sightless,
so the eyes they cannot pin.
Await the final movements
with grenade that lacks,
the,
skin? ****.

The Cat wore a black coat silhouetted in dark dreams.
Anyone who gazed him blazed eyes was in the makin.
Steam piston action like each step robotic motion,
the dawg was hella ominous so no one would approach him.
Rumors spread and spread again as if robotic motion,
see the story tends to repetition
again again they spread them.
The Cat was then sadly labeled, maimed maybe strangled.
Anyone who gazed him jaded eyes was in the makin.
Dangled neck lackin brain function for the motion,
the dawg was lost to hatred soul was taken by the demons.
Blood was shed and shed again as if just for the motion,
see the story tends to repetition
again again they killed him.

The burgundy and crimson
trickle down into a spiral.
Flashes of topology, geography
and more.
Amber visions old and new collected and
restored.
The truth is far and fetched
the cords are played to follow score.
The visage of a sun and moon
battle for attention.
Images of white and black
take refuge in the floor.
Store the rest in attic space, a car
or in the plaster.
The process is consistent and
the data all secure.

Warriors count bodies like insomniacs count sheep.
Hundreds must be severed to complete this long endeavor.
Sleep is used to cower cannot conquer witching hours
while souls can make you stronger
for seemingly so
cheap.

metal spoons of steel, metal made
in
fuckinnn who cares..
POts and pans pots and PAns
i
dontt like their ugly staress..
Table taable made of wood
hiding beneath all i could,
all i could,
can. ******* idiot
TableCloth tablecloth nobody can find me.
under here im safe
under here im comfy.

I've got it good.
**** man!
I've got it great.
The government wont **** me at least openly,
like publicly.....under most decrees.
There's food so families will never go hungry,
like probably.....what is poverty?
They say we are free but I don't feel freedom.
They say we are educated but I feel real dumb.
For all the knowledge that I gain is nothing more than gimmick rain
and
snow, a pseudo something nice coupled with power sprinkled with spice.

Emptying containers filled with collectables and such.
Things I'd rather keep invisible
collectively ask to much.
The body is a home.
The heart an attic
and
the brain is just a basement, filled with good intent.

Simple feelings repetitive at most,
of
lovely circumstance, something that we boast.
The pleasure is mine the pleasure is yours,
a
lucky group we are, our biggest hindrance is chores.
I'm not a fan friends, a lot of people make me sick.
I'm not really into family, but I don't knock it if it's thick.
Yet today of everyday people swear to me that they,
remembered this occasion, without Facebook displayed.

I AM NOT A VILLAIN.
Yet I am equally as evil.
The deed is deadly
and
acceptance is permission.
I AM....the door man?

They run.
They walk.
They drive.
They drown.
They complete numerous complexities to gather numbers for statistics that record your wonderful records.
I frown.

People crowd my bubble like braces invade personal teeth space.
Solely little objects with thin frames no lace.
Simply little objects with small hearts, some grace.
All in all were nothing special,
just men and women rotting for a root canal.

Water ripples and metal clangs,
against my stones throw.
The rock can weather me? Oh what an ironic chunk of destiny.
But if I remain to dampen my roots,
two boots in size they'll grow.

I've never been to fond of anything really,
especially coated in chocolate.
However ill gladly dance around and around after I've eaten the sugar a bit.

I find solace in the years
coupled with many fears.
I am yearning for death,
question breath in my chest.
Why did I fight for the egg?
Why leave my siblings?
Drunk on ideas,
an ugly duckling
suckles curious.

Collect knowledge.
Obtain the power.
Go to college get degrees,
2 or 3 to beat competitors.
Collect surroundings.
Obtain the name, me.
Go to hell, maybe heaven
1 or 2 the choices, poison.

When we were all just kids,
what wishes we wished and did.
When we were all just children,
what did we really want to happen?

When i was just a boy and even to this day,
when i wished for anything,
I'd always have to say,
I wanna be a robot at least, take my heart away.

If life is just a destiny,
a fate that was pre-made for me,
then whats the sense in expending all my energy.
Water follows sense returns to the ocean basin,
a fate that cant be said of me,
if life is just an agony.

Death is to familiar,  I keep it at my side.
Life is nothing special I find solace in suicide.
Holstered at my hip, covered by a duster.
Heaven in my eyelids, devil on my shoulder.
Hold it in my clutches so nobody can see.
Have a date with two destinies
and
they both wanna **** me.

Person after person entraps the oxygen with respiration.
We are all
the bonds
of loving.
Person after person encases the soul with oxidization.
We all are
more than
just skin.
Person after person,
human after monkey,
baby before ***** and whatever the order, this is it.

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I­ fill empty spaces with numbers, accounts of dates, memories and whispers.
I regret all that I recall, total Arnold overall.
I sense the presence of history presents.
I foresee the foreshadow its silly,
and I do want to save *****.
In the end I'm more important find my solace in a crevice.
I fill empty spaces with numbers, accounts of dates, memories and whispers.

Humans can keep all their dreams when they sleep.
Humans can gain all their strength through just pain.
Humans are intelligent well, some less than full percent.
Humanity is simply a coupling of actors whos roles were supporting
and
Humans will strive for the light thats been waning
but
Humans are silly dont take them to serious,
divide and then conquer a victory so glorious.

The choices are limited like the toys at mcdonalds.
However,
whats the limit on a company who's money is infinite?
Is time the only factor?
The only thing worth its matter?
Personally death is luxury, Eternity torture.
Our lives are mighty limited but I've got it good.
The worst for me apparently is gettin shot in the hood.

Village rain that floods the aqueduct
bypasses the dam
and reaches all
of the town
houses.

Village
fire springs
from the soul
burns the people
and ultimately cleanses skin of sin.

Village residents, husbands and spouses.
Village residents, tiny little children.
Should they Drown or Crisp.

An eager ant treks on six bruised ankles.
A duty bound martyr of the hive peoples.
A cog amongst many identical shadows
cast in perpetual motion.
An alien midst twins with similar mits.
An Ant  Who Forgot To Complete  His Task.
An Angel Who Found And Broke His Mask.

I am Sauce of no particular taste, hopefully ill be edible at least.
You are Spice of no particular smell, apparently akin to yeast.
Matter Mixes Merrily Making the Most of Mostly a Magical Mishap.
Two Terrains Traversed, Together may Taunt but Time is Truly Tough.
Burlap sack rub my heart nice and rough.
Clap, Applaud until my egos had enough.
I am a lonely organism. A martyr for his people.
You are a happy human. A disease birthed of evil.

An Introduction to set the setting.
A body consisting of bones
and
an end thrown together. Scholarly

An Introduction telling nothing to tell.
A body accumulated from dust
and
an end, a bust, yet such a twist. Progressive

If mac was not with cheese and jelly hated peanuts,
if black was **** silk and humans got served a cold cut.
Would this be there?
Could this do that?
Is....
air still air?
Are....
circles squares? Am
I still Me? Who cares, truthfully?

A bleeding tongue rubbed raw with repetition.
Butterflies drawn from your description
and
Moths mutter my name while munching calmly.
X marks the day I began my quest wide eyed and cheery
but
Y rings, bounces and boils over until I respond sadly.

I called out for you
I received nothing.

To hear your voice     To touch your skin     To die as an us
                                         I will Persevere

Relaxation of your muscles
Many Jumbled thoughts
Caught by your skulls
Concentration.

A leaf falls, calls to the tree
A sad scream of sorrow
A dream of tomorrow

I am but a wilting flower
A tree thats needs its rest
How glad a boy like me could be to revive instead of die, as foliage powered by the sky.

Ours cells sing church bells and hold each others sins and secrets.
Reject the antibody because nobody has a better body for me to protect.

Skin course, of course it rubs and is a source of heat to confide within.
Chillin, when you let me melt into your **** felt shirt  straight coolin.

Merrily,
Brick follows brick a monotonous march.
Watching,
The wonderfully white filling waits.
To keep the color in line a cruel fate.
As they stand stout and starch
You and I debate.

A new car, a new computer, a new twinkle of a star in my eye from afar
and an old soul trying its hardest to remain whole.
To cleanse of all impurity is the sin of forgetting our infidelity
and sadly we must bare the aging tear a mare.
So saddle me up, strap yourselves in and remember there is always tomorrow mornin.
Actually.
There is always a today because we all eventually die.
The sunrise is out of reach no matter how hard we try.

To peel a potato misshapen and rough,
a potato like I so soft in abundant supply.
Before beating was hard covered with skin so tough
that metal might meet an untimely defeat.
To peel a potato thats rotting through to you,
just throw it away
and forget that
dreadful
day.

Forget about yourself.
Forget about herself.
Forget about her.
You just aren't good enough.

Even when the rain it pours
Seven senses scream some more
Steven gets odd to form the chlor
and
Eden calls with bright decor

Remember the wine
Remember the roses
Remember the times
and
Remember the tree line
Because in the end our cause and plausible reasoning for being,
are nothing more than rain that pours and ruins our decor.

Goodbye forever or until i see you again
hands that tick but never click
a sound of happy
claps.
Hello, how do you do? To a very old friend
hands that yearn a skin to burn
but seem to sadly
tap.

Taken to a turbulent terrain against thine will.
Traverse the trails to lay tracks again and again, you already know the drill.
Teeming with troubled terrors you take time into your palms,
ticking traps let ankles tell the tale of turmoil and various qualms.
Together with a muffler top the tube with blockage and such,
those fumes tingle and tantalize a call leading way to crutch.
Eventually effort takes its toll and you lose sight of
the proposed goal.

Friday oh Friday the 13th that's my day,
June oh June how consistently you tend to loom.
One time it was power rangers and clay
Another, IIIII just went out to play.
I remember very few and yet the years stick like glue.
I am dissatisfied with the skin and bone I was supplied,
yet
I bet
With all my heart.
That I will wake with a smile, even when I'm falling apart

Closer than close calls.
Wishful thinking about wishes worth thinking.
Bye bye to their innocent bystanders.
Good riddance to the painful penance
and
Good morning massive amounts of crap.
Getting older like a machine *****
and
worst of all,
I'm not even 19.

The apple of my eye is red and rotten from years of being propped up and beaten. A core impure and drowning in a sea of enzymatic browning, a flooding of air to remove that certain flare. The seeds have been sewn, tossed, thrown aside to hide the shame. Sadness seems to seek me, might be my own undoing. The apple of my eye is ever changing, it all depends on when my lids are closing.

Terror tends
to
take its time

seeping slowly
into
sadness

Because beautiful basically banks on the sight of pseudo skin