Sometimes,
When we cometh
Us angels afterward's must goeth.....
And though we seeketh not to leaveth...

It's only for those humans
To open up and believeth....

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who shalt be
The loneliest of them all.
I walketh down alleys
In lonesome stall's
A romantic of old valley's
Roaming the halls...

Tis bad enough being trapped in thy own head
If even trapped physically in thine own carrion luggage body..
Though she's trapped in her own soul ....
The worst feeling,
So God Gaveth me a key to set her free.  
But she keep's pushing away mine hand's to unlock her....
Though tis,
I wilst continue to tryeth to reach mine hand to her lock......
And if she keeps pushing mine hand away,

Guess I'll just have to be a criminal
And pick the lock....

The physician madeth me aware
I haveth one year or less to liveth
I toldeth him tell mi amour' I loveth her
And ask her for all mine pains canst she forgiveth?
Telleth mi amare I'll be waiting in the 9th row booth
Wherein serpahim art chaperone's
And ourn name's shalt be engraved on heavenly elephant tusks pew's...
Please telleth her not to walketh past me
For she just must remember mine garb shalt be clarion crystal.
She won't see none more sadness in me
She shalt be there next to me
In spiritual nestle!!!
Telleth mi amour' doc
I shalt be in waiting mode
For telleth her soon the world's ending
I shalt be there to protect her soul....

A true poet taketh an escape
When needing a break
He escapeth to madness
Now that's pure madness!!!!!

In these closely quarter's called apartments....
There's a porch right next to me
Third floor

There is a man named Anthony
Thirties in age or so,
Mine neighbor girl is who he's friends with
Yet friends he doth not seeketh....

He doth not liveth here
Yet myswell sayeth he doth...

The girl next to me
Dallas ( her name)
Isn't with Anthony
( as I said) just friends....
But I just saw Dallas bring over a guy friend...

As Anthony's outside taking a hit of his light drag in hurtful motion....

I canst seeith the pain that holds his face up
Like a lantern to a flame....
I seeith his hearts enflamed...

Though knowing him and Dallas art ust friend's..  
What canst the man do?

As I seeith him take a heavied puff
Blowing out all of his pains through the tobacco misty....

I seeith he dreaded going back inside
As his heart was screaming
( GET OUT, SHES MINE *****)
He kept his head hung low

As if going to the gallows.....

Her interweb profile
Canst sure pulleth a man in......
And hogtie him..

I seeketh one to telleth me hello every 'morn'
I hateth goodbye's...

Exquisite inferno grip,
Canst thou holdeth mine hand and bringeth me adjacent to thine legs...
To locketh ring finger's
Connecting brain's.........
I shalt awaiteth as a ghost to his lost widow....
I'll bury mine head
Beneathe thy pillow
Longing back for thy affections....
Spiritual ressurection.....
As thine genious psyche is turned on just from me hiding.....
Though thou shalt let me out
A mut from his crate,
We shalt be sedated on fine date
Drunken by allegiance not in hallucinogenic form
But in authenticity's greatest law....

Today
Is a wonderful day
Was horrible and heart-wrenching before...
But now
A calm
Cool
Cherub peace!!!!
Hast knocked at mine door.....
As tis I  know I haveth much greatfullness for mine one life....
Soon to shareth hopefully one day with a queen
And that queen
To call mine beloved wife!!!
Though Maby just hopeful wishing now
Tis
All I canst do is try
To be uplifted back to the cumulus town!!!!

The angel covered me with her broken aileron pinion's.......
As I thought I was alone the whole time!!!!!
As she cameth to SAVETH ME....

Yet I cameth to rescue her
As she did already for me....
She hadst thought God sent her to showeth her amour'

No!!!!
God sent me........
And it's for all love to cometh in store...

Ourn folk's telleth us
The monster's art the one's who resideth under ourn bed....
They told me when I greweth up....
BRANDON,
Son....
We lied to thee....

The true monster's
Art the rich one's running ourn government
And planting evil in thy cities.....
They don't hide under the bed,
But in bunker's!!!!
And mansion's built by their own pity....

Yes
Tis
I do admit......
I tend to wanna rush things
BaD iDeA!!!!
Yes ive always liked thing's the ,( fast and easy way,)
Though look where that got me.....
(PRISON)!!!!
As the saying doth go....
If thou seeketh something good,
Than I must haveth patience.....
How true is that statement!!!!

The creator as we can seeith was extremely bored one day
So he created the humans.....
To giveth him fine amusement....

As those human's still put on
A freakish show!!!!

In death's dark tunnel
When one's spirit passeth through their faded brawn,
There when making it to that dusk black hole,
There art naf's who Bob carelessly
To the overcàst of what is
Not what was.......
They just are!!!!

They linger as string's being held by God. .
But see,
This blackness is comfortable to them...
Though some refuseth to moveth on knowing their destination....
Other's move ahead to the glory throne.....
Though the ones in the in-between,

Just like being...
They just are......
A comfortable darkness.......
Held on God's string's........

Craving one's cinnamon zest
To pull mine hair
To showeth me to her caress
To maketh amare in moonlight crescent
To whirl the fellow sun
To steameth up the castle window's
On telephone drenchy fun
To walketh in lost forest's
To Mardi gra's brine soaking,
Of ourn brim to floweth over by the ounce!!!!

Soo many these days
Approach to tryeth and get lost inside anothers peeper's
I seeketh just to get lost into their soul
And no.......

I don't want to cometh back out!!!

Humbled
I boweth mine knee,
Seeking one
To taketh me to interdimensional rocketings....

Blasting off
In hott sensuality!!!

Even though he's a realist who seeketh real amour,
He's just happy and content for his friend
Who lives in her dreams...
For if he knoweth his friend is happy in her dream's,
That's all that matters to him
Her happiness!!!!

I shalt be one's ravaging Viking
Exploring her wonder's,
Wherein man hast not yet seen...

I shalt one day be comforted
Tucked into one's fashionable abode
Me and her cuddled
Like a lamplight to ourn moon....

Two children on plateau
Fancying ourn style's
Heavenly creature's to golden mile
Making sweet perfume from ourn amour'

Rebirthed
Not risen in three day's
But two.........

The holes stik seen
In mine hand's
And feet!!

Πάπυρος είναι δική μου άποροι ταινία, είναι ντεμοντέ να καμίνι του άλλου, όπως feeleth το τσίμπημα της κάθε καταγγελίας !!! Όπου είναι εραστής ορυχείο διαμορφωμένο φυτεία; καμουφλαρισμένη σε drag and επίγεια βλοσυρό ύφος του; ορυχείο κόκκινο μπαλόνι ουρλιαχτό στην ηλιακή παγετώνων !!! όμως, δεν πρέπει να υπάρχει πάγωμα σε θερμά μπάλα φωτός. Τώρα tis κουραστική μέρα και νύχτα unharmonious να θρηνεί σε shakespherian κομψό ..... για πού είχε συ προπορεύεται μπουτίκ; όπου λουλούδι για σένα έχω την οποίαν αποθηκεύονται !!! εγώ δεν εξερευνήσουν να προσαρμόσουν όπως πένθος, ήταν να είναι δύσκολο να ψάχνει, πραγματικό το πρωί; Δεν είναι μια ιδιοτροπία μου splitteth ως τσεκούρι για ξύλινα περικαλύπτω. ορυχείο ανίερη γλώσσα crinches ορυχείο δόντια, να δαγκώσει φίδι ειδώλιο τρόπο ..... Paragon των farawayness, η συστολή σου hath μου άφησε, λιώνω στο να έχουν ακόμη haveth μηδέν !! Ωστόσο, ακόμα και όλη αυτή την κόλαση, το ορυχείο oldened λείψανο πάπυρο θέλεις να αποκατασταθεί πλήρως εκατό φορές ..... δείτε, NOF αυτή η καρδιά του αυτό το τρομάζω γήινης σφαίρας
( Greek tongue )

English version-
Papyrus is mine destitute film, it's old fashioned to other's kiln, as i feeleth the sting of all denunciation!!! Wherein is mine lover fashioned plantation? camouflaged in drag and terrestrial scowl's? mine red baloon howl's to solar glaciation!!! yet, there should be no freeze to a warmly ball of light. Now tis long day's and unharmonious night's to lament in shakespherian chic..... for whence did thou goeth boutique? wherein flower's for thee i hast stored!!! i do not explore to tailor such mourning, was it to hard to seeketh real in the morning? Not a vagary to splitteth me as axe to wooden sheathe. mine unholy tongue crinches mine teeth, to bite in snake figurine manner..... Paragon of farawayness, thy shyness hath left me, i languish in must have's yet haveth naught!! Yet in even all this hell, mine oldened relic papyrus shalt be fully restored a hundred fold..... see, this heart's not of this daunt terrestrial globe.....

Sorry everyone been dealing with health stuff last two days
and depression from words which is nonsense ******> but yes am back since got billion people writing me and will write (): thanks Brandon

26
Long enough
26
26
26
Never to 27
Guess I'll stick to 26
The younger
The better....
26
Last letter
26
Eternity waits
26
A marvelous date
26
None more to leave
26
Set me free
26
A strange life
26
Saying goodbye
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Loved whilst I could
26
But all's left and all's done
26
Fears none more
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26
26
26
20ish
26
20 six
2wenty si..... .
Forever
26!!;;

The alien's dropped off the old long haired hitch-hitcher
Named Willie at taco bell....
They left him with nothing but
His clothes on his back
And a sign that read
(Dropped off by alien's, need TACO )

Tis ironic yes?
These people with all the loot in their pockets
Spend thousands of dollars on new
Pearly white enamels....

Yet its the poor tribesman
In a faraway country
With no teeth....

That hast the most beautiful of smiles..

Thou canst either be a slave to love
Or a servant to evil,
Which one doth thou chooseth.?

She locketh away in her moribund room
No locks nor keys
Inside her dark tomb!
She thinketh all and sayeth
( what didst I do?)
I'll stayeth locked
In mine dungeonous room..

Amare,
            heartbreak nightmare!!!!

Defective detectives
Eyes as gluttons
Maketh wishes outta naught
Giveth something for nothing.
Diamond's as peeper's
Sneezer's sneeze hard
Pounding their brains
To their lips that speaketh lies
So enlarged!!!

Maby I'll maketh mine way to Hollywood
Wherein all the other freaks and villain's reside....

He held up an umbrella
From all the blades coming down at him!!!

Tis
Not the mocho part of the inner man that maketh a man
What he is,
Tis
It's the feminine half inside the inner being of a man that
Maketh him a creation of God....

The best of both worlds combined!!!

I was an angelic anima in past life form
As tis
I still am!!!

With a drag in hand
I shalt taketh a puff,
And blow out all mine hurt in smoke form!!!!

Marmoreal slide astro kiss
Shalt thou be succulent to mine aching tongue?
I needeth thee now lonesome one
Where art thou as me?
For tis no dream do I long for,
I pant to needing true amour'
I sit at Nahum's door
Waiting to be let into the megalopolitan
To skyscrape her eye's
To seeith into this angelic soul.....
I seeketh gold!!!
Not silver
For one to keepeth me on their leash,
Not noone else to be their dog.....
To skip to high grog......
A utopian of believing one another. ...
Not sleeping in dreams,
But awake to each other's reality!!!!

A queen in bridal nuptial array
Me in nomadic garb
A heart to weareth on mine sleeve by day
A hobit fantasy yard.....

No heartbreaking's to one to accusate against me
No tales as big bad wolf
One to always tuck me
In her ***** of non transient must....

I needeth one to sticketh beside me
When the freeze cometh to thaw
I seeketh a pond of dedication
All seasons, winter, spring, summer fall.  

Not words
Not just actions
But both to sweet mine hurting exhale,
One to release me from hellish prisons
To set me from wordly jail....

One to maketh love on peaked nibiru
Planet x of ourn own
Not letting the humans telleth us lies
Wherein one shalt maketh their show...

For as I sit here
Gulping mine own blood
I sink in mine own fears now
That hit me like a sledge....

A little child
In the back of mummy and daddies chariot
Four door
Watching out of his crystalline window
Seeing all the strange passenger's goeth by.....

Yet for the fun of it
As any other child.....

Making Picasso pictures by blowing his hot breathe to the glass
On mother and father's chariot window.....

Writing
OLLEH!!!!!!

As the passer's
Get a kick....

Tis poes raven visited me today
He whispered
( kàw, kàw)
Art thou OK?

I whispered back
( kàw kàw)
Please goeth away)

Cometh again tommorrow,

I'm to hurt today!

Mine heart fluttering
Pivotal to all feeling
Mine scepter is beating
Like a drum of tribal momentous,
I crawl as a beast to belly
Tasting soot and ash
Mine aorta sliced in half
As a serial killer to mine trauma.........
Shalt one feeleth such anguish?
I relish the good times
Yet bad seem more good to me
Since I'm soo used to it
Yet,
I shalt not be broken
Mine catena's hath been hacksawed
For now freedom hath wrapped mine heavied head
Gratis instead.......
I shalt not be one to be left to the wind
As if I'm just its fatal breeze
Tis I'm me
And unearhtly shower of blessed beauty
Raining fiery hott
On old lit cities....  
Mine marvel plateau do I awaiteth....
Wherein I shalt be noticed
Not flicked aside
As the trash of the earth!!!!

Sunny day's may be sunny
Yet inside always so dark.
Cars all parked
Like rows to chapels lonesome way's!!!

Deleterious,
Nothing hilarious,
For thy eyes turn unfazed!!!

A deluge of no accomplishments
All walls stand to fail,
All ceiling's to crumble
No more derogatory jails!!!!!

Despondency roaming the brick street of the old
No desposters
No more voters to trade papers
For young and who they mold....


Thine denizen of thy own class
Doth thou passeth the bill of health?

Art thou truly alive?
Canst thou  SAVETH thyself?

Think not that thou art free,
Thou eateth
Thineself meets thine own selfish needs!!!!

Thyself shoots bullets of steel
And steal cheapened goods
Whilst small holes in thee hit and bleedeth!!!!

Thy idols no longer stand
Clothes bought by daddy
From his first of the month paycheck
Colored in crayon!!!!

Thou followeth not even thy own commands.....

Is thy love didadic?
Of archaic to history's lesson's?

Art thou to short on preaching?
Thy words begin to lessen.... .

A true  poet dost not seeketh a faming reputation,
Taketh Kurt Cobain for a modern example.....
A soulful artist,
Who never wanted fame
Nor fortune
Nor eyes to even seeith him....

Though when making it to fames grand stage....
It was the death of him!!!!

As the true poets
Keepeth their masterpiece works
To themselves!!!!

Not seeking wordly fame
As tis so many do today!!!

Whilst before a judge sentenced one to prison
He was just a boy,
Than whilst coming out of prison
He becameth a man.....

And not by his own making!!!

Chained
Hanged
To crow's surrounding me to muck river strange....
Tall,
Thin ones,
Strange ones,
Gangs, punks of slum,
Wherein skylight meeteth dusted brilliant haze!!!!!
Fluorescent laughs all passeth to fail,
Leaders bewilder
As none nutrition gets me!!!!!
Quick for skin to only turn pale............
Yellowing eyes,
Tender to their touch
Paintings of spirit's
Underground
Bought with a price...
Yet not for very much.......................
Apple trees cometh and goeth,
This earth hast darkened for me.
None more mid day fun in salted snow
Boats ride by cautiously
Honestly their engines gore of thunder to flame.......
Life vests of survivor's
To daughter's of slaughter
Scorched to catfish slimed stains!!!!!!
Orange sky's,
A smooth ride to all those who climb aboard!!!!!
Waiting to be taken high
And heavenly in the clouds
I shalt meet the lord!!!!!

God,

Shalt thou taketh me soon?
For there's no room in thy delight for such a pest.
I've done so less,
Yet not mine own best......
In thine created fashions!!!!

For I haveth none more passion for living
Just pills to ****
Lyrics to numb
To be dumbed down in deadened tracks,
Still sinning!!!!

Fate wilt surely break me down
For thy ground is readily fastening this vest!!!

Forgiveth me heavenly one
May I be blessed as these wrongs I stand to roar.....

To unearhtly shores
I will divine into,
No more need's for ties nor shoes
Color's to flutter the palate!!!!!

None more hurt nor malice
Just ancestor's of old to showeth me foretold knowledge!!!

No school nor college to be needed
Not this heart
To be broken

Just a soul plunged and blet!!!!

God taketh me in angelic abyss
For I will not be missed
For this world knoweth not love,
It knoweth me not!!!!!!!

It never wanted to.....

I guess in a way
Mine love for another is like larceny......

It sweeps the person out from under their feet
And steal's their breathe from out of their lungs.....

Even in all mine foolishness
And pain I causeth other's,
I just prayeth they canst forgiveth me.......
As tis I'm not perfect by any means...
The human still left in me.!!!
As I knoweth I forgiveth all.,
Just hope one canst forgiveth me of mine idiotic talking
And actions....
For I'm just dealing with burdens of health
And needing,
And wanting,
And fear's of losing the only good in mine life...
For tis I canst looseth it by any means....
For no man is perfect,
Though I'm not the average brute
Nor even an earthling,
I do maketh mistakes
As tis I say,
I do maketh mistakes......  

Yet whilst I maketh those mistakes
I hope only one canst still seeith the good in me that shines!!!
And the amour' that lights this relic soul...

Is unlike any here on earth !!!

At high noon,
In the old western town
They strung me up
And let the floor down....

The charge....
Being a hopeless romantic....

His whole life
A murderer
Liar
Thief
Gambler
Cheater
Debtor
Dealer
Idolater
Covete­r
Sinner

Was dying his final death
Upon his hospital slab
As he confessed his immortal transgression's
To God who hath been waiting for this old sinner
To repenteth for a long time......