Rushing with the piece
Resting with the ease, of the meals
Hunger of the daydreams, and elation
Rush of blood to the body
Rushing into ravines into the edifice
Friable spice and the ravines, protean about my description
Repetition of the surreptitious, debate preaching
Pecunious, fidelity and high on life lying on my own
Each to his, one for his own, stress about the abortive
Imitative, about love being his stressful, hurtful for her
Free, and then shielding myself about it, hurting her
With defenses, maybe, going to cry broken fears through the ticking time

Soulful and the recipe for ripe wont
Disaster comes onto like a living person's modern smitten image
Besmirched image, to the changes tha, come after Salud
Have I played it well, in the life of didacts and dreamers
If you are a teacher, you might have the most protected warrant
For teaching, and learning is a big part of leaving
What education can change, and someone writs education
Adding and summing up become better when taken as mathematical components
Composite learning and summing the parts, with the edifices of Bonita Applebum, with subliminal mania you get rid of desire
For learning, as opsimaths and savants have one thing in common, they really understand how they can categorically improve their cognitive abilities
In one case it adds up to two people from very different creative backgrounds

I have twitched
And bewitched
Myself into a half-man and wolf of hamstrings made of heartstrings
Tearing out of the Vitruvian circle, livin' up in the absolute progressive ellipse
Brimming without you and within you, and escape the slips
Of whips and the crimson red of the lysergic chemicals

I got lost at the starlight
Wandering through the stars and the preaching crowd
Lost in the light

I might go out, clumsy as a palace on wheels
Appreciative of the placing animated expressive
Nature of your breathless, that just makes me die with a smile
Happy with his belonging, peace is his song
Dancing with the longing, the longer you wait for you dance
Dance away, without my words to guide you through cloud alphabets
Spanish palhabra, luminous limerick
Chinchin, chinchilla, minutes in Piccadilly
Square for a hamster on the turning of the changing wheels
Changing squares, and townships travel in a couple of quarrelsome
Steps of a poet, little honest about the footprints mistook for shirking persevering people

I was expecting your call
Did you disturb?
In my sleep, without care or wait

Pithy equivalence shine
Like the morning sunrise
Daydreaming, likewise
Breaking Benjamin, growing and bodied
embodied, the sonic youth of our strychnine daze and streets
The gap between, the suicide solution of the resolute of the bullish crowd
Looking for narcotics, and mingling with the steely neighbors
Rhymes with the ancient antediluvian efficient, crows and the parliament all fly out of free-speech
Controlling our brave needs and enslaving our politesse with laughter and mirth, the confluence of this total
Congruence with our social institutions assume isn't it if we can ask our government the questions it has been practiced to answer
Sobered up, like me, I might find that this golden pond is yet seen an auriferous bottom

I raid my black
Freely played my clothed skin
Salted on the wounds of Appolonius
Why not sneeze, when I share your scent?
I stand soldered in stone, imprisoned by no words
Mindful, these are mendacious streets, inhabited by none
If I am soldered in the streets, I should always be moving.
Too bad, I thought of the statue of studious derelict breaking pulses
Silence is the tool of fools.
Rays of Sunshine on us all.

I'm going off
I'm going out of the
Simple leisures, very complicated

A poem is a pious expression
Of someone who looks into your
Dubiousness and objectivity, like Ayn Rand books
The perfect pedant would read it to you like book titles, for untitled readers with framed wallflowers, like a dying sun

You and your dreams
Are mine, when I think
About you, I can think about your
Dreams that are dusty in the elk streets
Conspicuous drenched lens, upon the free highway
The way of the street, dim lights, and summed up insomnia
Somnabulance is the way of killing your sleep
Or yourself, o' me and the lines of morose

Thoughts don't come so easy
Thank god
Difficult to shorten haikus

You can handle your music better than your fumes
Fury of guitars, and sopranos better than your human
Humean passion Lemmon calls you out of the some
Like it hot as a wire, to be continued
Broken poetry might be a Luddite
Crashin gon the bed or the funambulist
Of apartment fringes, and the crescent crazed steering little
Lintels of the elementary of the crowd, among the militant
Literary of the eyes that see-through in the clashes among the bright guns
Son of the Brixton feud
Pritchard of the meritorious crowd
I band with their hands
I lend cuticles as I crush my body to write these, free light in your darkest meanest face that sheds light how it is logically demented
Pandering to the meritorious merry crowd, felt better when you are cumulus in the inexplicable ineffable lustrous tame floods
Servicemen, and slaves deal with their infested shy rooms, mushrooms
Ask, speak, service, and bleed out in your pen-appended murmur

Earning currency
With the doorknobs
Of a zillion webs

Thinking about the dinner sleep, and milk
Bread and the tea, and some fatless skimmed milk
Some grocery lists that have no dough as flour
Or as a flower as dowry
As the blue weather, spills like the fall of the hokes and lores
Of the Hokkaido's that implore
Of the tresses of the crime, the airbrushes of the breaths
The swords live within the cuts of the picture
Mixing with the texture of the freeway, we can beat the traffic

Inhibiting the criminal frame
Of mind, I took my summers on the journey asunder
Of the politics and the rhyme, of the greatly doubtful pleasantry
Among the soulless crowd, breaking the taxes too
The tears from the hear and hears, strollin' through windy paths
Tearing across the cultures, and streetlights and staring into the distance, the hitchhiker doesn't ride us on the storm

Wake up my light
O' mighty god light my morning
Like you light up my packs like the impoverished morning
In the cool cool

Of evenings, let's fly out
Too short of words, o'er is he becoming him
Her becoming his or was she becoming her edict of nights brighter
Stars lighter up mulled

The wine I can try freely ransack and robed freeloaders get me
Blues on her bag, speak of cusp
It's almost time, to leave your satchel
That will carry my words, too soon

I try to make a footprint, too big
But, it stops short of being too small
Like my small pleasant feelings, crushed by big people

Your coat of cupboards, armchairs
Roccoco and coquettish cupping the wrong coup
We could be disguised as bloodstreams

                                                                       left some streams, to come upon some this up

I suppose because of the approach to poetry
I might not be taken seriously, and for
Such purposes, I venture on making a premise
A sudden purpose you may call it in similarity
To pellucid and amiable as a similitude

It took me a long while
To really understand how we inure each
Other in two or threes, taking each number
Like a closed leading to an open door
Contraltos and passive ancestors have one thing in common
Lies and literature, it took to you to be a good person so what
You took to prison and a cell of broken speech and schools took you in peremptory pleasure, with some loquacity and leisure
Mellifluous or mundane, quoting has some substrata of truth, broken down into placid men in Lenin's underground communist movements
Black and broken like the hungry poverty, of the speech and resplendent sum, inventively locum tenens more than the summated parts of clients
Remeasuring the men around me, finding the inclination within singularities
Violent and breathless broken poetry

The artist mixed up in the sword of
Pieces of pied by the glacier and Pisces lend its transience
My land lies wrapping limestone
Tear dried on the artist abnegated storming in veritable riches
Eternal reflect your hope's
                                                                about to show
                                   You just told you
                                                                antecedent
Often, breaking comfortably with the atmosphere, your hope's about to show                                       some leniency
And music
questions and answers, and arguments, and transience
                                                          Angst and fascism, good and evil

Apart at me in a latitude
Cross with the seams
Nostrum of commands, chartered
Owning for tomorrow, quid ad
Tully portentous of penmanship, questioning
If I had more battlecry moratorium felt lighter than the sword, but, took to the ethicism, to write it with serried disabuse
The revival of the crimson tide pegged for the trident of sorts from Martian landmasses, criminal smooth as the craters
Please open, the probes to the ice of the closest countries first, make global anarcho stuff our moral precedent
Aiming for life, you tend to lose sight of it all, along with the opportunity to make amends.
Sorry, the germane nature went out of nature, this is specifically directed at the single simpletons in the simplicity of laying out
Words in the degree of simple logical statements, which can neither be passive or active
Passionate really isn't that our motives are both not driven by passion and ambition
Curious, isn't I look intolerable in the promising outlook
Carelessness isn't it that I know love is growing a par two with my liveliness
Comeliness, truantly nuanced underbellied, becoming or bellied or becoming in the transcendence of the existential crafty wiz of nihilism that feels like your
Furr it's relaxed by its poetry, somehow we die off too young like some poet at our age
Polymaths and opsimaths might be alike, in some time
I've hope I've found a place in the line
Clever and quick climbing through the snakes on the lazing sun of the ladder come from the tinted passive line
Sunset horizon mindful of your mindreading crimson tide
Placid of the mature of the maternal greed, beyond the, claiming the doors
Of the possibilities, probabilities of the fraught lives among the cosmos of the karmic lives
Of the obliqueness of the strychnine streets that can be moonlit in the daydream of the sonic youth

Silence the terrorized halls
Sat across us, the fiery recalcitrant
Deck the halls with burning classes, obomoe'er
Brazen, kindred dust, fearful of teaching
Preaching the halls, just the silence stood still
Among the students scared of the teachers
Or the terror of the temperamental rabble, hedging for the bench
Edging from the kicks from the underbelly of the table
Friends seem like the same dinners you had in silence
The teachers seemed like familiar friends, in this educating experience
******* your teenage thumb, the rising
Violence, for the sudden sunflowers, rising for the sun
Sun for the dense sending, billowing and asunder summed up sheets
Totaled and examined, they ******* passed

Thin romance
Lost in your dreams

                                                         ­       Sips from the murmur
                                                          ­      Age like these daydreams

Lying across the hall
Sleeping across the floor
The hall
The phone
Break my bruises
Breathless and prepossessing
In my dreams, my message

A cat's ahead, a little complaisant
A cat followed the zephyr, playfully
Flat's rather zaftig and plump, and soothe the platitudes
Bibulous rachets and rackets of gesticulating recalcitrants
Congruent cat whisker's rather pother-like, can't get bolder
"Sleeping, oeuvre woes my way?"
"Sitting, oeuvre, was my way."

A thousand notes
A thousand pieces of music
Selling them by the pond

A thousand men
A thousand hypocrites
Selling them by the monikers

A thousand great people
A thousand women
Selling them by fame, disappearing into the moonlight that semaphores disappearance

Blizzard running into ice
Therefore I feel fire and the dimness
Showering fire in the fiery distance
Respiration fire
Fire like lizard storms

Mellow dream and classical melody
Composition and performance
Perforation and broken places
Laurels and Lutes
Sonatas and Partitas

Fear washed away like a man
Like bread among the ghettos, ***** for the well-read
Dulcet tones ring for sinners washing their dilemmas
Fortified war?
War is born of trauma, challenged by hope

Can't change the world with
The wee troubles
Slow-out for a hundred candles
Love the moves, out the waxen moves
Play the moves, body stop in my hailing moon
Can't change the time, don't rock

Movin' down the line, talk 'bout twinklin' rocks
Maybe it's mine, troubled over waters o'er your eyes

Two times, for your two-timer looking for mo'
One love, love the groove
Can't change the city, livin' in with my soldier
Far away from here, Saigon mindful
Soulless soldiers looking for cashing in their guns
I am looking for peace, I'm surrounded by silent pacifists

Derelicts ask for the fire and the ice of the God, I speak of to keep you silent in truth and rectitude
Circus adds some placid perception of derision of citrus amalgam
Port and pomegranate, all the capricious sutures of captious
vulpine and Poliphela dawn on pulpits

Backpfeifengseicht, ill and criminally-ill-fated
Remembering wading, thrusting and jostling
Elk and pliant prying incrimination with surveying perspicacious human nature
With parsimonious prison fortresses and gauntlets

Shoot me a coward, who can
Perniciously end my life with intention
The danger in the dark, escaping, off with the rider

It's a lumberjack, a lake of logs brushing up their boats
The elated minutes of meandering open poetry, open up  
Seeds like blocks, locks of stems

Cut and trimmings mummified in your dreams in the cool of the evening
Lithe, and it's pottery

The sunshine dying to play sunny in California, always ages
The goddess left his side, thawing out in your cove of scenery
Everybody slivering on the grass being greener on the other side

With my alluring hours with time, cut into and wrapped with vinyl vicious trimmings mummified in your dreams in the cool of the evening
Blithe, and I can’t speak it’s spooky iron fields cremated likes similar to telex and shout-outs from isthmuses, semaphoring to-and-fro
Keeps me company, with punctual accusations

The coffee is served
With some newspaper that reads like a fly
Makes the news spread

The baker gives bread to
Boys
Boys will be boys

I'm your vinyl on your pin following your peripheral cues on this sepia open sadness like shades
Its little fuchsia sunny on California, always ages
The goddess left his side, only olden beguilement and rooms
Dating your peeling sheen and debating your iceberg cold calls thawing out in your silken-skin
Everybody slivering on your silver linings charting out your bane for vanity

laitos hanesta kunnnussunutu mies miell, englantikirjo mina ja me tunen junan
tama esse and seisoden lyht lyppi vappaasi seinan, ja velja
Sovyit eripstyat hanesta puhutka laekke aiomme
mista olen kaynyt kahvi?

Kizu no sayōnara arigatōgozaimashita kono sensei wa kawaranai
Watashi wa kyōshi to ***** hataraite doko wara, tsunaida
Olen yhteydessä,

Hyvää päivää kultaseni
Asut tässä akatemiassa, joka aiheuttaa tulipalon kirjoittamiseen
Puhutko, elokuvka tsyktoisita puhutken
anteeksi, puhutko englanti olen kiellety miella juomassa
puhun ko tunen tsyokentelen oikeuden
anteeksi, sai vaella olenu paina jaeollata
Nukuua ei kuusi, menanko kuressa
nolla, iksi oppi suomessu
minu numirber kelja seits ja seitsemantoista
kun ootoo ekystit someksi silti laulletan

Leipoa hänen kielletty
Mies persasiosoden keratimissen
Hanen cuppi kakku ei laitsu laklu kiinnostunut asut
katilo poisse, ei pois

Bonaparte taivva maistu haishee
Kutsu sumaine kirjailin
Tama kupolisi jaeelloate
Illu immuiti parakeesi
Hyva sinna elpa kesta
Hyva paivva eriystis maotteraktsi
Matkustan junann oppi opisemelala
sinu sodasta rakastan
taollo vaela

Kirja parantaa
Kielletty mies ein mutti n
hyva prinsinn lääkehoito kirjoitti

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Alight with the void
Flighting in fautal corners
Observing her expanse and countenance, still sparsing
I pray you to be silent about all Gods, I don't want a book that silences me
However, music is respected by nihilists too, and the blackness shadows over me like your cosmetic

I'm different from the advertisements
I'm different from being able to check the diffident
I'm differently formed, coffered the affidavit
The defendant left me in a spell of the time that I had lost
Imbibing my guilt in the adequate alacrity, inevitable wasn't it
The loss of my sensible sagaciousness and I took it to curtsy for my childish grin
Smirks and lenience were standing upon at gaze, in the confused crowd
Only you, you were standing in the surface flowing with troughs of tridents of storms
Making choices beyond your gayness, and pristine condition was your choice of gentleness