Qwerty how your Current Species must thrive
Of Decade-Space-Nine-Precede-Units-Three
Till this Decantery states his Arrive
And spreads his Menu on how to be Free
Or LIVE! Whichever Road suits your Best Spice
After all, Sharks-on-Ribbons you abhor
Yet must not come to you as a Surprise
For Mum and her Nudgies push your own Fore
Yet Understand: Such Meaning dispossessed
Take Growing Values your Difference prone
And if you Comply, least your Arbor stressed
Partake your Conscience then leave you Alone.
And alone as well till my Fuels have Spent
Then search for Another less your Consent.

That Ladies compound such Prime Beauty's Field
As Aramaic known one Pure Language be
So would I jest to your Harmless Conceal
And Mark our Saviour with such Blasphemy
Yet through His Cross beg this Honourable Save
Though by the Wheel my Allegiance despite
His Universal Hand; Blow kisses to your knave
Then her Just Hugs cause Rebellion incite
And now? If that Editor shall you Heed
And ferment every Nuggish Word he writes
Would we say ******; As Osama indeed
Laughed his Grand Project of Onerous Sprites.
Still my Heart plants; Yet blast those Berry-Boons
Too seeded for my Taste though fit for Raccoons.

It's not by the Eye the Silver Screen spells
Though hone your Body should Credentials meet
Some will Mentor; The Rest maintain your Cells
Which soon must Dance to Fine Arts on the Street
So what if, Athlete? Those Dimensions bound
Square their Markets for your Vessels expose
And if Succeed - a Slave's god be your sound,
Exchange your Musk for their Bidding's propose
It all depends. If Good Company keep
Though keen your Conduct must always rely
The ****** could be; Bound to Vices seep
****** bladed Virtues to never say die.
On my Skin, if the Sage's Path I chose
My Guilt slit my Scars; Then Shame me although.

By whom, strike Courage, does infect the Louse
Whose ominous Trails let ****** Thoughts to bleed
Then the Female - whose Nickels cost the House
Let wounding Heresy spore Thumbs to speed
Maybe my words be Words permit bequeath
Append your Permission my Heart pretends
Else voice this Rebel; Be Rebel's own beneath
Harm my Efficancy will purse Contends
Though pause the Bitter Pill invite to swallow
Only through your Certificate spot this Call
Yet by Wisdom-Tooth's share spare this Sparrow
Knowing, by Mammon, Like-Hands do appall.
So her Perfume - inspire for your Date
Absorb her Womb's Treasures though none too late.

Singing honey    sucrose stream
Tidy shelving snug underneath
Nestled neatly inter-wing
Feather down cream

Mothers stroking cradle   rocks
A thousand balls of foam spill
Softly avalanche and bury
Pure angels in snow    hands

Petal sky smeared casual
Walks warmly sweetly
Silken fur raises brow
    At       the coming

Lily padded velvet pawed
Strong slender limbs graceful dancing
The Supple strength
Holds a breath for dawn

Long stalks arch backs
Purring release modesty
Pure unction weeps    complete
Smooth shell face washed in milk

A banner sail widened arms
Outstretched for breeze’s kiss
A wishing penny glides
Through water falling   leaf

Mallow clouds woolen sheep
Dandelion umbrellas    borne away
Slowly sinking Sun dyes autumn
Watercolour cascades melt

Thinly  delicately   imagined
Fragile world Mary’s peace
Doll dependent doting
Soul canopied sanctuary

Silence **speaks

If you ever kissed me
I would ask you to open your eyes
I would like you to see me clearly
To know the face you'd compromise

Without a second thought
Your lips would brand me yours
And, smoldering & burning
My nerve endings would blaze and burn

Your eyes would be warm fire
and melt Emotion's gold
sweetly dipped in my desire
sweetly icing, bracing cold

And gold is softly melted
I would melt into your arms
and in a timeless statuette
we would be ONE -
[Don't you know?]

It's hard to separate
           Siamese Hearts

- and one may be left bleeding

This Eminent Night paste your Birthday Bed
And once beyond the Lines did Celebrate
Which soon enough most Leavened Hands instead
Cry for your Return-on-Turnips belate
Yet come these Savours invite your Prunes wash
As far-fetched Dames sowed Yeast to spice their Grin
Hoping to raise each their Best Flavours cast
All the whilst One already placed therein
Which in her Form - her Greatest Gift offer -
Of her Warmth wrapped your Little Man hugs neat
And in her Jump - Nerves blew your Mind asunder,
Back-and-Forth rub this Hour's Hormones repeat.
Still the Candles blew; Ignored the Musky Air
Which both Cherries broke; As Predicted there.

By the Five-Ringed Gods of Adrenaline
Pour the Plasma's place for Victory's Fair
Of most Sacred Masters peered and pristine
Prim Art above Profits; Yet still Aware
That the Spirit - recorded by the Muse,
Took her Efficiency a Best Blown Ride
To see each Win; Yet Bloated Heads subdue
To preach Sane Messages others will Find
Not yet Delayed - still - keep the Feathers strong,
Your Trademarked Swan times Frequency beloved
If still - Nineteen - left the ******* Pig's Throng
And your Path-of-the-Prince takes Currency.
For I, Spells and Chants soak Growth in my Age
Read my Almonds be: The Path-of-the-Sage.

If it be that Scribbling you recommend,
That Tug which based Best Masculine subscribe
Far from Recall I chose to comprehend
Your Dew-Shaped Image on that Train you ride
Perhaps a Bore? Or some Leisure intent
Wound dear Jack's Art for Snow-Flake's decency
And soon you Slumber; Whilst some Capture meant
The Holy Male betwixt Limbs may Fancy
Funny un-agreed, your Bewhistling Tune
Whatever your Issue my Tweets with her
Cast the Ghost's Slap-Face! My Frown be your Boon
When Filtered Friendships were what we confer!
Yet Hearing therein - of Ear's Hurt remain
A Mate's Sacred Whisper ignored in Pain.

Your Plans, my Follies to this Planned Event
Since your After-Victory bakes un-planned
To Note your Prayers for these Dames' consent
And the Serpent-God's Children sings at-hand
Now by this Bile - your Testosterone give
Demure the Elders by your Brighter Pew
Appears to Reason; Their Sweetest Seeds live
Only for such Store display for a Few
Yet the Frost you owned took plague by your face
Shows a lot how Open your Doors could be
Though ATTITUDE - the Goblin of Disgrace
Makes all the Difference which most could see.
Your Goodness keep Faith; Your Prime Youth endorse
Niño to Señor: The New Driving Force.

Should I choose to lay your Frame by the Side
And allow my Morsels to take the Reins
Would I be the Monster; On his Confide
The Tanned Diver's Fury consume these Flames
So why on my Courage must I Compete
As my Credentials faint to your compare?
To his Solemn Journal your Kind does meet
As Numbers will bond for Acceptance dare
Such was my Decide. For such Shame I be
A Stranger's Confidence to his Stars remorse
Would ride a Mirage with Saddles complete
In kind to a Fly cause Welts to a Horse.
Still a Bonded Friend you Deserve to be
And make my Marks known as I start to Flee.

Chant, Endearing Country of Thrice-Crosses bloom
On how my Spoiled Parts left these Twin Bards late
All for Gruning Passions permit my Gloom
Admit to reach that Heart be my Un-State
If I had Listened to those Songs you Sung
On how Wide and Featured your Blessed Land was
Would I widen my Tunes; As my Frogs have Wrung
Wring Saner Decibels my Swallows cast
And now, this Lone. Cry my Muses a-bate
To lay their Hands bare for another chance
Will I too strip my Voice for Honour's Rebate
And press my Devotions for Success advance.
Now this Cream - a Balm's heal for Song's delight
Play the River-End; For Great Cheers incite.

A nip on your eye, then ******* nick
Says a lot on how your Blessings should pass
Your Bang on the Ox; His White Teeth re-miss
Says a lot how your Neighbours listen at last
This such Budding Talent beyond Sweets expect
Must Carry-On still yet keep Handles clean
For if Ages hence would Decay this Respect
Will cast another Corpse to this Somber Mean
Never must such Happen on your Notes occur
Regardless on how Pop-Start Trends relate
Expression be blown; Of Holy Pens stir
Then strike Better Notes for a Better State.
This I Revere; And follow Friend's accept
To Magnify your Heart; Then spice such Precept.