my back was unpressurized tonight about 3 hours ah, i was about
to type ago. What else, well
just interviewing
myself
about to ask me some questionz. Who is
that person alive somewhere longing to
unshackle themselves / yet keys are within
the thread that it weaves. Yes,
to life, beautifully strengthen one another,
live vicariously and hear it in the thunder.
Bail out of blunderz
ve
all daily wonder of something or another.
Watch
the rain
fall instinctively smoke
rises from desserted dust
laying scorched in the earth
as imaginary beliefs of solutions littering
pollution. Forgiveness the farthest away from our
mind, just strands of dna connected intertwined at
the roots, i am putting on my boot. Think of
correct statements to say that it will alwayz feel, stay
this way. Pause, oxygen circulatez, pattering rain on a roof sounds
like
footsteps marching
unfortunately in battle. The most unjust
cruel
   inhumane
self serving consumer
professional mind controlling false deitiez,
     this war of loss.

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Energy well spent keeping it up for daze asking for time well only cause it pays, put some dressing on that hard earned cash fill your bellies with curbside trashloveno nonot a thing of the pastfor the mask is hateas it is taken off and we seelove is the future's fateLayLayLaydown this law for corruption seeks hid within the eager heartit beatsit beatsit beatsas blood flowz this life that windsthe water that flowzCheck the temperature degreesfahrenheitcelsiusthe ones who say they are watchingusing these magnets todestroy us we must killto see thrill and sneezeto feel disease that we deny beneathour eyezthe death that callsthe death that textsthe death that has sexand doesn't stop until we restOur only prize thisdeath that lays feel it's burnit's lovein the sun's raysSit,stay,come here girlroll over,play dead,shake my hand,here is a treat lie in wait for our certain fate that before theseon this orb, there were many more who also could not outlive a mutualend /There is thismessagewaiting for me to send," love "

Cursive consiergePeace & Love Reign from above, wehave inspired a revolutionhaven’t we. They are just waitingfor the words and me to saywhen. Well pen it looks like we                    have done it again.Inspired the masses that theycan fill their glasses. Justdon’t give in become one ofthe masses. The life has alwaysbeen here we just too eassilyfear the truth of righteousness.Our eyes are now opened repentfrom sin fall to your knees.As you sneeze and all his children in fear oflife after death repeat after  me and say  GOD BLESS..                        You

There seems to be tendencies that my ligaments won’t forget. The old one where the same feelings are forced upon you by your body, with you having no control of where your mind decides to land.It all comes back to the same, the answer is in your hands.

All the things in this world todaywho has time to workwhen there is so much to playmother i missed your call /for it is only nature of the human learningfrom the fallfather,father of david,father of time,i love you as wellthough you may not understand the rhyme /this is solid,this cell of solitary confinementthat wordz put in need some definementclose my lidput the first shovel full of fresh dirton this solitary cell of wood /Just when it hurt, thoughwe never thought it wouldJust these feelings thatagain belong to nature’shumanthough when i speak with thesedrums, strings, and thingswriting on beat yet who can keep  up with a song of life that is so complete /There are 2 types of matter when it comes to thenature’s humansthere is the wheat that feedsand the weeds that bleedconsistentlyworking their way through the heatyet only one we can eat /There is no such thing as defeator timeonly such things in this moment mattersuch as this rhyme /i would lie if i told you there was no plan,this one is calledmodern day manjust another modern day manjust another day manjust another man

God knows how

you feel, that creation

of feeling was God’s /

So humanity could feel

an ounce of the

selfishness taken by our

freewill for loneliness

with a meager

attempt at knowledge /

Oh please, advert those

eyes from the edge

for the next time you start

to fathom the

fall,

and though I

pray for his angels

I call /

They obey God’s law of

freewill

as I cry in prayer

and follow over the

windowsill,

we meet

halfway to the ground

hold each other close and

don’t hear a sound, we kiss /

Listen,

do you hear it too,

the song of a bird’s chirping /

A soft wind blowing,

all thoughts stopping and

our minds knowing /

Star cast upon a clear

dark sky, in the dark

you are glowing /

The eye upon it’s love

locked forever in a gaze /

Like the mist our purpose

meaningful, though short, lifting

like a haze /

Do you hear it too,

the bird’s song,

found it’s home,

chirping all along /

amid vast beyond the

culprits pulpit were stirs of

angst / With no mask it

shoved the future choice

leader into a basket / Flow

life take sulfur

downstream where all the

sharks swim alongside a

dolpin’s dream / On a land

by ourselves with no one

too bothersome and the

upside down possums

awaiting the latest

daffodil blossom / Catch

a bee fly with me sleep

upside down and now tis

we / The most beautiful

thing these eyes have yet

to see is thee also I

declare please charge me

no fee for I have no

control over what

direction the chemicals

inside choose for my

words to plea / Rather a

distant moon rise on a

galaxy afar like your

bodies freckled in perfect

place as we stare at the

stars in outer space /

Thoughts of these kind of

things and my heart starts

slow and then begins to

race / The words lack

description of the true

minds inscription what my

soul is in need of prescription

is truly love’s clearest

diction / As some may claim

this only exists in fiction I

am a believer in miracles

as I close my eyes and

know /

As praying, beautifully amen for

snow /

Shaped lines speak

fragmented paraphrased letters

lined upon page which

turns into a paragraph

then turns into an essay

afterwards a speech now

it is approaching an idea

once that occurs now

it is an accepted statement

or value

held true with the glue

that stuck together that

first line upon the second

with one thing many people

have thought of somewhere

before once upon a universe

Where does the line get

real in our galaxy, peace / Abdullah

Voices fade

Blade of grass

deserted Answers

Right truth

She tipped her hat to me oh

I spoke Hello Mrs. Misery

Firey glance back at me her lips

opened Excuse me? It is Ms. Destiny.

Left it at that equations in my mind

had some persuasion. Turned to wave

and my friend she had wed now Mrs. Mystery

I focused a little strain in my sight.

She was already dead lowered ingraved

on her stone was the number from

her phone next to that it said

“Call me if you have any answers

you would like to leave. If I don’t

pick up well I am probably deceased.”

Oh God save the diseased.

Cold and weary.

Mr. Mystery was

always kind of

Eerie.

I walked past her stone on my

way home, slowed my glide bent downn

and picked a blade of grass.

Listening closely to the wind like

it was my only friend. Just

another choice made I heard a

soul cry. Voices fade…

bownz

As I ponder death

while my mind again freezes

Hearts with holes homes for maggots

take that uncureable disease son, ******

No words to describe that loss life demands

Stab me through with a spear. drive nails through my

Hands cover the eyes unknowing emotion

Mourning the ones lost that were loved is necessary

Or else there is no ocean

That is going to be forever here

Face the truth for their is no truth in

fear /

Closer my sweet, turn the handle

listen to the pulse of our heart beat

wick steadily burn, wax melt candle

Loud as creeky stairs upon feet

or the silent tip toeing across the

street /

For we love in death

and live in life

His casket lowered no eye

to see, his wife could not even

come and cry over the success he turned out to be . /

Always had spoken of this day he

was sure that was coming, the on-

listeners laughed passing by always being sure

to tell him he was their favorite guy.

Though at his funeral not even one tear

was to cry…

Everything is perfect

each word so powerful

hence / Silence

Scared creatures fleeing

natural habitats

The way you run this

world sir, please, have it

back.

Take with you all your

trash, death, and disease ridden

corpses /

All the lies, despising, hypocritical

action

Don’t forget your wallet, pride,

and why

Well in fact while you are at

as Mother stops her cry, have a

heart attack and die

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You