The nightfall is upon us mine muse,
Keepeth me amused,
For thou I shalt not use, but magnify thou in Repunzel status!!!

The dawn is right before us amour'
For we shalt be hand in hand to the store's
Of foliage and brisk!!!

Amour',

From whence hast thou come?
Thy strands flow and run
To Michelangelo sketching!!!!

We shalt lay I'm ourn bedding
Seaside of Latin terrace
A bus and a fair to pair us on eagles edges!!!!

Threadbare kiss!!!

We shalt entwine like ***** of yarn
Set ourn own fruitful farm
No need to be alone mine aimer!!!!

For doth thou dare?

To **** me in that is...

Amour'
I bow to thine feet,
Amour'
Mine heart and soul is for thee to keepeth,
Amour'
Mine minds tired, mine brains wired,
Needing thy completion....
Agapi,
When I sayeth I loveth thee, tis ******* truth!!!!
الحب
When I telleth thee I needeth thee, tis so more than anything thou kneweth!!!
אוהב layeth down with me in ourn dreams tonight and sleep...
Ai,
I'm locking mine legs over yours,
Laying on ourn side.
Kissing thine forehead
Saying goodnight.
Stroking thy hair
Hands pulling  tight yet not to hard.......
Scratching thy head from thy back of it
Nails scratching far....
Thou turneth around
To look into mine eyes,
Ourn chests and heads art close together
This moment we lose time...
Ourn arms over another's shoulders
Soul ******* covering...
We kiss eachother's lips goodnight
With ourn love
We sleep and art smothering..
Though (not a bad smothering,).....
Just ourn warm breathe to meet the incense aroma room,
No fakes to get between ourn own universe...
Just ourn dreams, God, the sun, the moon
Me and thou to.

They are bond
Tis
I am unrestricted
I'd give mine heart
To one not hidden
I want to applaud
Her whilst in public
I seek no secrets
Or muffled Senate's
I seeketh one for simpleton conversation
To be her peasant
Of ourn own nation
I seeketh real
No chained up words
I need a steal
A healing herb
A dove
A bird
To fly with me
In storms that churn
Again
Tis I say
I seeketh real
Now and today!!!

I want to be complacent, a replacement to this hole all others call a heart!! Dust from the start!
I want to be comprised of no compromise, and teased by one's wild garden.. I feel indigent to the search, where the Indegenous perch, and strike their venom fangs!!
Narcissism runs paid to high, for everyone's a god these days!
How wrong, how misled!!
Did you bump thine head at thy crawling from the womb? Or still intombed?
Postulate truth I adventure, for I seek no gold diggers, just this aaorta to grow bigger, as frowns can go their own..
An amour' unknown, curdled in with the lumps!
Didn't you know a little lump leavens the whole bread?
Knowledgeable pragmatic...
Rebut me all you will, for I do not need pills, only the comfort of a woman's attire! Flamed as fire!!!
Vociferous with one I want to be, virtuoso's, making melodys angel choired!
I need none invective, only an erudite of plebian Babylon!!
A daughter and son to raise amongst the brinks of end of days impromptu!!!
Tacitly I wait, where heaven is at her gate,
Only if I knew what time!

Time seems to drag
Like a slug on ambien
When mi amour's gone
I needeth mine amour
Mine amour
Tis
She's gone...
);

Wilt she still loveth me when tommorrow arrives?
Wilt she giveth all as a holy surprise?
Wilt she still be here tomorrow I hope?
Wilt she push aside her worries and maketh me her float?
Wilt she let me all the way in?
I'm worried
Tis
Over thinking again!!
Wilt she falleth for some wordly baboon?
Wilt she seeith how much this love is true?
Wilt she telleth me again she loveth me to?
Am I just mad??!
Or art there others same way as this going through?
Wilt she calleth next month?
Next year?
Write real love letters by hand?
Meet me on demand?
Maketh love to a band?
Ourn own band of course....
Wilt she keepeth this lit torch?
Or throw it away..
I needeth it now
I'm madly insane,
Wilt she still be here
When the pouring drench cometh on down?
Wilt she not leaveth?
When I get sick?
Or put into earth's ground?
Wilt she?
Noones ever sure
At least not me
Anymore..

Bungalow bunkie,
Doth thou awaken or sleep to thy dust you accumulate?

Captious are one's these slothful ciggarrete nights!!!

Electrolight,
Come near that I may feel warmth,
As a child in early birth I seek forane high class milk,
Footlights on stilts do the the actors take high position!!
Not seeking the inefficient,
But the tower of Babel gone lost!!!!

Injurious kirtles are kinless,
Thy best friend is now friend less,
Due to thine own kindness!!!!

Lamb-kin darling,
Canst thou lance these burns to cuts?
For what's missing in the soot?
Lamenting chalice...

A king and a queens palace I'll die to live in,
For a smile and a grin cannot be weighed!!!

Hay/fever will take the fidelity of what's polite!!!

Damoclean of wintergreen,
Do you flatter by ones self?
Or doth thou Get help from dandering blotters!!!!

Intimate plotters of murderer's and lost hopes fun!!!
Chatoyant skin doeth I wish to feel once,
Where thy stage is real_,
No stunts!!!!!

Just reality of cavern lathered seducing!!!!

Ισπανικό πλοίο, πλέουν μου για σε, για τη γη σου να είναι τα χείλη σου, της γοητείας Amour »της τάσης, αφήνει τρέξιμο μετά από το φεγγάρι μας, ικετεύει την αγάπη til υπερωρίες, όπου δύο θέλεις να ξεχάσουμε αυτόν τον κόσμο, όπου ο κόσμος μας δεν γεννήθηκε από .... αγάπη μου !

English translated from Greek
Spanish ship, sail me on in, on thy land to be thy lips, of allure amour' of trend, lets trot upon our moon, maketh love til overtime, wherein two shalt forget this world, wherein the world we weren't born of....love of mine!!

Liquidators come in all shapes and sizes,
As vizors cover the cloud glittered lowlys!!

Layrinxed fads go out slowly and painfully as the new drives on in, as sin tends to win!!!

Your feet tramples docile demons down!!!!!!

Destine me, destine me oh lawless judger!!!destine me to where you shall not be!!!!!

Wistful
In mine hospital bed
Seeking and yearning
Mine queens crowned head!!!

Seeking her voice
Tis the only one that comforts
She's mine queen
Mine all
Mine life
Mine soul
Mine gold
My beau
Mine view
That for a whole day
I couldn't
Smell it
Touch it
Taste it
Heareth her
But I confess

I needeth her!!!!!

Aisle Spáinneach, Spaniard ardaigh giveth, dom an saol, giveth go bhfuil an saol i srón mianach !!! (Spanish tongue)

(English translated-)

Spaniard aisle, Spaniard rose, giveth me life, giveth that life in mine nose!!!

At 26, he lost his one and only amour'. 26, his soul left his body suddenly with a roar! 26, none more worries.! 26. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . End of his story!!!!
(26)

Hot day corrosion- by me... Sweaty confusion dampers the thought of many, some empty some friendly!!!day rise to sunset sensual...
Mutual attraction_ where art tho to make tea for with cubes of ice? No wrong all right. !!!A cooling glass with a northern chill...get your fill..
The wooded steps seem pearly beaded, brown rotted and greeted! With watchers at the bottom......
Some areas you can walk out a foot, others eight to ten...riverbank bend!!!
Take me downstream you goddess bleached in tithing bush...our souls with turn to mush, five we may be again? How a loving thought eh?
Born tomorrow, I died today! For the clock strikes almost 12!!!!!!! Ding!ding!ding!ding!

Silently midnight approaches and no lover in sight! Could the map quest be broken soo soon?

Thou doth not meet by accident
Nor chance!!!

Thou shalt meet one by predetermined
And predestined fate!!!

(Old fellow)
Hey there young one
(Me)
Yes good sir?
(Old fellow)- Doth thou haveth change for a twenty?

(Me)- no sir, didst thou not hear?
Thy dollar systems crumbled,
Thy government failed thy people,
Alls lost and mumbled!!!

As at that exact moment,

The old man realized it was the beast who had him all along!!!

As his twenty went up in flames!!!

Bullet sounds--- ............./ (boy) crying sounds....help me, help me....
Soildier- I'm here young one, I am here!!!
Boy/ thank you sir, the bomb's are soo loud overhead in this land amongst the dead, I thought not that anyone shall hear me.....
The soildier smiled as he reached out his hand!!! (Yet a strange glow illuminates from him soo unnatural to man)
The soilder's appearance changed rapidly before the wartorn boys eyes....
Boy- looks up at him seeing only blindly apparel... And these words would forever shake this young ones soul!!!
The words of the soildier- come unto me all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.......
Boy- cries with a smile worn as a flag!!!!!
At that second the young child knew he was being held by god, as he left the place of hell his spirit awoke to the lord himself!!!!
As that soildier- kept on smiling.../
So gracefully!

I thought everything made sense
Superb harmony
I payed mine dues and rent
Tis I got back fissures
And steak-knifed glee

She said she'd never leave
She closed that open door
I lost mine castle and beau
Ive lost mi amour'

Whilst I canst sleep
Tomorrow I wilt all day
I guess ive lost mine will
Where hope was bright in may!!!!

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 !!!

Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs Sѧʏєţһ
Tһѧţ ţһou ѧяţ ňoţ ɢooԀ єňouɢһ;

Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs sѧʏєţһ
Tһou ѧяţ ňoţ ɞєѧuţıғuʟ єňouɢһ;

Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs sѧʏєţһ
Tһou Ԁoţһ ňoţ Ԁo єňouɢһ.

Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs sѧʏєţһ
I Ԁєsєяνєţһ ɞєţţєя;

Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs sѧʏєţһ
Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs sѧʏєţһ;
Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs sѧyeth.

Mıňє զuєєň

Tıs mє
Wһo Ԁoţһ ňoţ Ԁєsєяνєţһ ţһєє.

Tһou ѧяţ moяє ţһѧň
GooԀ єňouɢһ;


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication

Taker,
Take openly thou fool of non-fruited spirit!!!
Consecrator of pulse feelings,
Registrator of knighted dealings!!!!
                   Thy commitment to one means nothing,
                   Yet something means something to all who know no commandment,
Abandonment,
Surely runs across the express of adherance!!!

Longetivities lost hut is overly done,
       Nothing is won't If you lost the poker skilled bet!!!

Doeth thou as so much as care yet?

Dont throw in all thy chips,
Manipulator of long finger nailed strips!!!

      The newsboy doth not show around these ways,
No news,
               All new-fangled misgivers,
Mischief singers misdirect all pity platoons!!!

Thy twin glossed repugnance is caught quietly,
Piece by piece,
You string up the earth to the next distant crescent!!!

Proprietor,
                  What shall thou propose?

Art thou the puppet played bafoon?

Tis only mid day
It's usually midnight, when I feeleth this pain;
The times art getting earlier now, for mine heart to decay
I feeleth mine alma aleteo in an ending life parade.

And it's hitting me hard now, I telleth it to go away
Though in the morning I shalt waketh, mine thought's frayed
And as I prayeth to God, to breaketh this nightmare today
The forlornness still wilt be there, as I feeleth mine smile fade.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Cartilage enhances ones solitude being, everything's green and reblossoms so connectingly.
Cockroach henchmen shall be thy sting, as in the breeze, you get swayed easily.
Desultory ones I want to see in designated books, where no lions nor crooks may steal what we have collected..all effected!
Filum handshakes come so easily these days, where skies have grey, and peasant turns prey!
Grosgain blankets I want to be surrendered, where no one may enter other than chosen ones.
An iris to jasmine jaunty lade's...

She's a poetic of H.P
An addict best believe
Waketh at night to get her fill
3 am to read those thrills
She says to me (I'm going to bed)
Most of the time
Yet wakes instead
***
As I said
An addicted fien
Loving poems of H.P
Though tis I'm her
Tis she's me
Tis she's mine
Though tis she's free
Tis she's fine
The finer decor
Spanish album
Of music stores
Starbucked ******
To get her fix
She waketh up
SHE NEED'S IT QUICK
Yet also for me she sticks
Around all day
She say's she is not obsessed
Though one should seeith mine way
For she's hooked
On me that is
She doth know
I'm her Mr
She's mine Mrs
For this is short and simply funnily sweet
She's mine queen
Of candy treats
As tis she knows
This is pure fun
I loveth mi amour'
Mine choosen one...

When in her presence,
I humbly drop to mine knees....
Not just because she's mi amour,
But because she's mine queen...

And whilst holding up by mine forearm's
I seeith her night-gown floweth,
As the tiera on her head
Maketh me fall when it gloweth...


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

As i layed down on the old shoe polish porch
At the bottom
Where the river rests

I felt armistice
The slight whisp of Chinook camphene...

Loaded with caffeine
Lost in a dream
Of what could be?

A camphor smooch I seeketh to wake to,
Camomile drunkenness,
A bagged ducat, that I can keep safe and unseen!!!

As she shalt fadge me
To badge me
As I grab her in a romanticism novel hardback!!!

Ourn bodies tightened
Secretion smacks
Deeply to be immersed!!!

A temple
A ladder to god
A church!!!

To serve another as angels
As ourn creator to fasten ourn spirits as knitted sweaters!!

The worse goes away
For with one all things to get better!!!

Homely in ourn mansion
Though not made of brick and dust
Created by will,fate, and trust

Consumed by ourn hacer el amor!!!(love-making)

A knight hood
Of stories
Thou wouldst tell thy children before bed!!!

Tis,
We are them!!!
Tis,
They are us!!!

Her chapel sanctuary
I confessed mine deepest sins
She preordained me in the unordinary
Yea she was the alpha and omega, beginning and the end!!

Tis foolish is it not not?

How a man shalt get his kicks off some strange woman on a magazine cover
Yet whilst at the same time

There's a model right next to him!!!!

Dying to be born/ by me...such longing, unbearable bonding you seek yet none to be had!!! Miserably happy, intensively sad!
A freak to be alive. All motivational gatherer's gather to one drum, where day meets thy sun in snow tatted sty's. Where the wind gets heavy, your souls longing stays abliged...
The weathering of rainbow colors comes politely to what one shall meet, these beings seen as if actors, not your typical doctors and lawyers. These cuddled ways not your atypical streets! Soo/many Starer's, none farer than that blossoming I miss the most! Is it Me or they who have gone over trotted? I guess its all I suppose...
The smallest things to make man appreciate what he had, the child born to his fatherless widow, or unpopulaters from the trended fad!
What a loss we all were when it came to finding our other half's, when light meets the darkness, between thine good and thy bad!!!!

The rein is vastly emptied
The blood flow seethed and stop
His vessels took no actions
His heart gave from sudden throb

His admiration had all left him
He hath withdrawn from natural world
He kept magazines as trophy's
He kneweth not women
Only girls

He spat upon the distance
And treasured his own makes
He gaveth up on love
He figured tis all fake

He wore no modern regalia
As drag just wasn't of importance
A drag of his death stick
A drag of Rigamortis!!!

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......

Hello to all eh good poets (:
This is not a poem nor any prophecy from mine tongue, yet just wanted to help me friend Rain out on here on this page, she's new and a very amazing poet (: and I would do this for anyone I think deserves to get a look at their page as soo many of you have amazing work, thank you BTW,
Very cunning and makes mine day much easier and uplifting!!! Soo please for anyone who likes mine own work or could care less for me work, check out for you not for me a girl following me called rain,  she needs a push as a newcomer here, and for all to welcome her as you Did me!!! Thank you all btw,
Wonderful artists you all are!!!
Enough of me speaking go check out rains poetry so far posted!!! And give her a booster,
For her works a marvel (:

Sincerely Brandon from a friend,
For a friend!!!

I perish daily for one to toucheth mine outer brawn
For to feel ones soul in collision with mine own
A melody of triumphant song...

I suffocate periodically to hybrid thirst
For I want to be rebirthed
In ones arms and eyes.....

Sweet child of mine,
Overwhelm me in overload sleep
Keepeth mine tongue between thy teeth
And grip me in thine soul

Release me in thy hold

And palm me
As god to and infant!!!!!!

Cometh close,
Not distant

I miss Christmas time
When grandmother of greek blood
Showered us in ham gravy
And gaveth me love

As at that time
No one did mutter
No bickering
With eachother

Just tiding's of what's true!!!

A family of beau's
A household of many
No talking
None
Or few

For I must tell thou,

For Greeks are quite talkative
By nature!!!

As the cranberry sauce endeared us
The mashed potatoes were Greek in lust
And spirits were many
And happiness is trust

Henthforth

I miss it soo much!

I guess I'm just ghoulish
When it comes to amare
I'd be like Van-gogh
Cut off mine ear
To showeth mine amour
This doors still open
Though she hast closed it
Now I've lost focus
I'd giveth her this heart
Gold plated plattered
As for her to throw
Darts
I deserveth them I believe
I canst feel when she bleeds
As tis
She doth I
I needeth mine soul
I feel a tear to cry!!!

Bare and organic brown skinned man
Dancing the tribal shores;
As the European's pulleth land ahoy
The tribesmen's chief kneweth, this was the end of the world.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

I don't go by earth's timeclock
I'm on a different schedule...


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

One ringy dingy
Two ringy dingy
Three ringy thingy
Wilt mi amour picketh up?

Amperage of connections falleth out and thus lost,
No carnival party to revive,
Ashore astronomical beholders vision!!!

A needle through the bloated man's eye!!!!

Camillia scents,
Canopied distinguished In canistered tents!!!

Century carrols confine the interstage mime!!!
Circulation is thus impatient  where clots block chloroform vines!!!!

Wed/lock intensifiers wait to be fed,
Trapped,
Packed,
Chained to thine own beds!!!

Hath thou lost thyself yet??

The world hath gone back to the time of the ancient Romans as I noticed man doth get his sick kicks out of seeing another murdered, beaten, robbed, violence guru's!!! These beasts I seeith art what thou calleth humans, yes humans!!!
As in the last few days I've really been thinking of what man hath done to this rock ( I'm just visiting until mine return home). How he hath barred it with fences. How he hath blundered it by poison, bombs, weapons, disease, hate, no love to be found other than only in a few left....  See I live in these apartments, with a river behind me. With trees All around me and a river behind mine apartments ...and the river hast islands around it going back to the time of the Shawnee Indians also known as Miami Indians.... I hear those heavenly birds outside mine window daily and I see the beautiful greenery wrapping around mine building... Than I go down to the river and see how amazing the beauty is other than the disgusting brown river created by beast's chemicals dumped into it by the glass factory down the road that shoots up million miles worth of smoke!!! Anyways back to story... I hear those God created birds hum for me daily.. And all the little creatures I feed just down below our porch.... Cats, racoon's, squirrels, possoms, skunks, sometimes coyote, all creatures.... Than I think of what man is doing... Destroying mine green land.. Destroying our weather.. Governments using ( DARPA) governmental agency that controls weather) to control weather and bring storms in thy humans only planet to take care of!!! As man dirties Rivers...  Smokes the sky with pollutant molecules... And poison's the water and their own people whilst controlling those people , I canst help but to feel indignation...as thee humans doth haveth. Though God whispers to me and said to me...

Son,

It shalt all be renewed soon.
No more men's hurt to their planet
Not their brothers
sisters
Moms
Dads
Lovers....

It shalt all be made pure soon
Mine child...

As at the time I smiled
And said
I know father
I know..

She's mine darling
Of Spanish egress
I giveth her mine all
She returneth the best
Love letters
Stacked for her
Written on desk
A holy sanctum
Highly blessed
Though we hath struggled
I shalt not giveth up
She's mine fill
In ourn dove sculpted cup
She's perfect
Though she feels not!!!
She turns me on
Tunes me in
It's her I want
A marvel of all society
A Ruby not seen
Hidden by madmen and ******
A poets full dream!!

When one hateth thee friend
Doth thou repayeth them with love? Or scorn?
Doth thou taketh for granite, thy true amour'?
Doth thou forgiveth as the God thou forgot taught?
What's wrong?
Hooked on technology? Machines? Materials? Store bought!!!!
Hath thou forgotten thy family?
The ones thyself hath left out?
Hath thou treated other's unfairly?
Not giving them the benefit of the doubt?
Wherein is thy heart oh reader?
Hooked into false tales in thy own head?
Thou canst even notice the ones who art living,
Guess thyself hath forgotten thine own dead...
Hath thou been charitable today?
Or buying fast food again passing the homeless beggar?
Hath thou lost communications with true romance?
Can't even write a heartfelt love letter?
Art thou hooked on texting?
Cloaking thyself in?
Guilty from thy own actions?
Doth thou knowest thou canst be forgiven?
Art thou happy?
In thy fantasy world?
Doth thou giveth all?
Or seeketh wrong people and places of boys and girls....
Doth thou get mad?
When others to thee speak truth?
Didint thy mum or dad
Telleth thee of everything shalt be made brand new???
Doth thou knoweth oh man and woman,
That inside thou hath a spirit????
Try opening up for once
Let god and thy loved one thyself taketh for granite cometh near it ..!!!!!!

It's upsetting to seeith one
Go splurge at the mall shopping center's,
And to seeith one go spend all loot on five cheeseburgers....
Yet when a poor man's on the alleyway corner,
asketh thee,
( canst thou spareth a dime??????)
Thyself laugh's at him....
As in thine man-made chariot
Thyself hit's the pedal,
Flying passing him bye....

When she taketh on all the pain and all the hurt from the world,
Her tears art mine night time....

Whenever she smileth and canst be that little Spanish happy girl,
Her happiness is mine daylight divine...



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedication

Such adhesive slugs to **** the blood of advocate beings
Amiss extinct classiness

No more is around
Industry smokestacks line the insubordinate intellectuals
Wherein perpetuals deal!!!

Irritable bowels
Grumble
Tumble
To irreversible steel!!!

Kidnapper of kindred phenomenals
Journals to all biographies
Juvenile junction
Games of fallen pained dominoes

Tallons sharper than tatted guns
Wherein spears go through thy side
To draw out Thy unholy water!!!

Sunglassed bringer
Of right and wrong
Fictions been dusked
To nonfictional jostle!!!!

No kimonoed kitten here purs!!!

No lamb to be put
For all to gather!!!!

No one may lather
When no one comes around...

No landmark amazement
No mountainous town....

No lenience
No rememberance abound to fulfill
Light footed doers!!!

The pagination of this story
Counter-clocks distant solar immersed stations!!!

Where some are strange
Where faces are painted

All love
No hatred!!!!

Doth thou ask for captains ship?
Or a tribal slaves boat?

Which part wilt thou sail amongst?
Island's of thy own kind!!!!!

Sensuous
Is mi amour'
Voluptuous
Is mi amour'
Epicurean
Is mi amour'
Gourmet
Is mi amour'
Sybaritic
Is mi amour'
Fervid
Is mi amour'
Beckoning
Is mi amour'
The way she speaketh
Mi amour'
The way she loves me
Mi amour'
Like no other
Mi amour'
Exquisite
Mine mi amour'
Mine all
Mine everything
Mine soul
Mine heart
Mine flesh
Mine bones
Mine other half
Just the start
Mine hands
Mine feet
Mine voice
Mine hearing
Mine words
Mine singing
Mine song
For
Mi amour'

That devil of a thing,
                                               Called loneliness
                              Pointing his deathly finger back at me
                                          As he laughs with a grin!
                                                   Such a sin!!!

Cold chills shred through,
The sick move in the most nonchalant ways!!!
Time here seems to hold itself in the most sick of bays....

How beautiful art the smiling faces when they appear,
Some move farthest away,
Some destitute while here!!!

What dont they telleth you,
When thou arriveth at  thine castlenest boutique?
That worries shall go far?
What awaits are thine pokered sheets!!!!

Disillution thine own party goers,
Thy touch hath been lost to moonshine elypticals,
And thine stone of diver toss!!!

Shruggers are raiders alike,
Craters are far from no device where vikinged critics are systecly nice!!!

Entertaining wilers subject to falsifications own warden,
All receipted,
All burdened to clear away to memories you whence forgot!!!!

Now remember,

Remember all thy difficult ways you whence knew!!!
Thy albatross masked conviction and shrew!!!!!

Force majeure happenings
Bewilderment to shake their fuse
Some will give life in materialism
Shalt the others to beg and lose

Pick and choose,

Thy gravestone upon dooms hill
Where mantra's will be sung by nomad's
Zingaros
Zingaras
Yes mam will be no man

Dilettante's shalt write of madness
Whilst dry bones shalt not taste dust
A resurrection of few and many
Heaven roars to immigrant saints
Boom or bust!!!!

Psalmist of refuge and timelapse,
Can thou stop the ticking tumultuous hand?

Insidious to dietie's
You've come short of hypothetical stand!!

Provisions make space for new coming shouters,
For lovers and doubters of Napoleon like complex!!!
Wherein grievers grieve,
Where gravestones are scene,
Thy gowned mate gets half their respect!!!!

A selah for every area skipped young founding Father!!!

Can thou brand thine own?

No more broken homes to match beautiful daughters to their monsters!!!

Polaroid imagery seiging the bathing rooms of suited men's palaces,
All chalices tipped,
Finalized,
None more chapping to cocoa tasting lips!!!

Engine made supreme star beings,
Control the blood and flesh,
So what good's left ?
Thou faithful of sighted pics!!!

Art thou choked to thy hold?
Simmered to thy own ***** stated bliss!!!

Hath thou blossomed continually?
Perennially you topple towers of watchers view!!!
Release thy stamen among the grass,
For love is renewed!!!!

Times not through,
Thy hedging was meant to last!!!

Walking in the grocery aisle today
A shan't little place called ( aldi's)
Cheaper food I must say

I saw a man
An older man
Maby seventies or so
Well whatever age

This man I could tell
Could tell the wildest stories
As in his time
Maby he fought in a hellish hideous war

Maby world war two
Maby Korean war
Maby no war at all

The sleeves on his button up shirt said to me quietly
They whispered
MARINE!!!!!!

As I didint know why his sleeves were rolled up
Maby because he was just hot
I mean
The sun is blazing today like hell at night
Well anyways
Back to storytime
This man's harsh look told me
He hast seen a world of things
Us younger ones couldn't fathom or want to

I thought his sleeves rolled up showed he was a man
Who didint give two craps on what others had thought of him
And for that grocery shopping cool man
Kodos to thou dear sir
Kodos to thou!!!