(Heated, Fiery trials,) by meself.. The time will come When our beloved planet will feel the suns quench, No breakfast or lunch to soothe that sweaty emotion..All time and devotion unravelling childhood memories, Where winters freeze, and you are still left by yourself...Kept, Wept, and melt out, Drawn to a pad of papery apprentice.. Such a menace when others think they know you, to show you such devious inventions..Of evil intention , they live to watch you die. To watch you cry and spill out all inners, Where your platters not entered into win any prizes..Miracles are few these days, The dark has infiltraded, the glooms turned to haze....Soo many Live in materialism and dreameries Lodge, where their cabin of themself is god , for they forgot who they are...phantom masks, fast cars..How a coverup to hide scarred innocence, where childplay rememberance Hits all at once...Who we really are...The cold empty bars are now lovers best friends...What a sad combination...We only have today to do our made out wills, For the numbings soo skilled this time of Infestations...Tretchery is Now the new..ALL HOT DAYS TO COME , none cool, For the furnaces will feel the excite..Days and nights will be mans worst enemy...The moon climbs the cosmic wave to show us all whats to be bound...Speakerphone sounds can no longer show humanity the reality of themselves..When will they see all belonging is there...Will they find it? or forever be Wanderers?

Threadbare/ by myself/ Crucifixes cupids, your arrows gone missing, your fire has been quenched!  Drenched from the storm's of warring times. All things shined between the pines of whited out bark, enclose in secret, walk with me you walls of central park! Reflective beauty is farthest away from the ugliest, the smuggest of guardian hero's. Organically  I am troubled to notice the one for all lingo, where greedy tidings replace the mingle of gatherings festivities. Exhibiting van/goh visions of dispense! Some pay their dues in bathrooms, while other's lose their rent! Messiahs, soo many false! Hypercritical bringer's, beeless stingers of pacific west albatross gratuities loveliness takes hold of me, while others scold me I live to die young!!!!!:

Death to me- Slay me as you did Christ, you wallowers of muddied more. Deflate your own tires, for mine are gone in burst! Hungered thirst! Like a dog I'm ravenous to crave attention, a medieval invention, a laugh I get with scorn.....a heart ripped and torn to the world it gave!!!! How ghostly, fires roast me to riverbank bochaes! A rope I seek intentionally to tie to this English neck, where Scotland keeps me in check, and Ireland calls me home! Greece I hear your phone. Ringing to noones answer! For the saints will lead with their lanterns, as the tunnel is getting brighter already! Supernatural confetti.... Come see me you spectators, gather this willow box. These bones shall return to the rocks that the angelic ones have layed down. The cross to hit with full blow sound!!!!!!a tombstone shall be unmarked, on your benches and in your parks shall I whistle with shaman's of knowledge generations!!!!!!

A ring,
Soo many give one without thinking twice,
A king,
A queen,
Is there no wrong nor any right?
A bolter I hold at the end of the stick,
Tired ripped, shot down as me.
Burdened fish to thine sea,
Oh creator? Didst thou maketh me one?
I am thy own son, yes?
Bypass all the rest, for I will find one brand new,
A brand of secretive muse, a piracy smuggled in..
To cleanse me from sin's, external, and  internal put..
Eyes to see all miracolous, no more plankness of soot.
Boreal freshness to tease this European glosser,
For dare I wish , this I do mindful reader..
Immaculate soother, one to bare these holes in hands,
To take this crown of thorns, as I.
For no saint I am.
I want no cathode, but the exact alike,
Where thou giveth her thine life, and the return comes full payment,
I want no show, I seek no entertainment,
But as a priest in ordainment,
I seek a high chemical capsules cannot plot you.
A spirit see through,
Transparent as thy ghost!!!!!!
A special toast of winding hills, and pickled thoughts,
Where nothings sold nor lost, but catheter to ways unknown!!!
Excreta to flow from our kisses, as our lips grown close by stitches, and hands go glued by palms...
A father and dame, a betwixting so tame, nothing worldly can  be so exclusive!
I want one who shall exude me,
To move me,
To shake me in earthquake foundation's....
One of spiraled radiation.

I want her to shoot me,
   With her novocaine saliva,
             Her tounge as the needle,
                   To kiss me passionately as the doctor that I seek...

Young one,
          Dids't thou not know of the beauty that lies within you?
For those young boys cannot see through,
Your remarkably queen like Ora...

Have you ever gazed into nothingness?
Where even something can be thy bliss?
For that I know, I want it gone!!
For its this I won't miss!!!!

Have you ever swallowed thine own tounge, as your search turns to dung, as a rope you want to lash around thine neck.
When that murderer lonesomeness storms in!!!
For I seek no revenge!!

Is it soo hard to asketh thineself lord? For a misty like apparition?
I'm sick of provision and clowns that bypass me!!
They cheat me,
They mock me!!!!

I'm sickly tiring ready to throw in the Pennie I have left...
For I'm sick of this mess, for I'm even sick of me...
Dying disease,

On that never ending search!

Yet that search is about to come to a halting gallop!!

For I throw in that rusted Pennie into thy wishing well of hopeless romantics....

Emotional firerides, snow filled glyphs,
Plantationed homes, bars to the stove, no lipstick to thy lips!

Pale faces creep Townshend banjo's. Stature has no wayward end! Death can be friend or foe, moles can be packrats where bookbagged books are quite old!!!

Violinic apathy, tunes are all grasping me, April, April come around thine deathly bend! Whom shall make it? When these doors swing to pickaways end...

Crushed  dispair, **** city blues to stretch ones hair, art thou fair?  Danzel of maidens,seeker of fair trade-ins,lovers love, a sin for thine sin!!

Where shalt I begin?

When shall this end?

Folk homestead, show me your Colorado's scenes,where paintings are reality, and fantasies are dream's!!!

Empathy Victorian,
Simplified hysterian, for kings have searched your musk!!
Til dawn this til dusk I will wait down by the shackled bank!!
I'll breathe air through thine tank,
Where the fish and morsels compare in all tail,
Show me thine veil,
Empathy Victorian I seek the most!!!

I've learned,
Either one will except thou or like thou!!
Thus one major problem,
I don't want to be liked nor excepted!!
I needeth love!!!!!!!!

To fly away,
That I want to do,
To shy and play,
Not in a world so cruel!
To be an infant,
In foreign destined lands!
In places not known to man,
Neither to me!!!
To fly,
To be free,
No court gesture's
No false writings,
Noone may I pesture,
Only invitations for invitings!
No half dipped kisses,
But a mouthful of bliss,
No worries, no hurries, no terracing ones ditch!!!
Just a flight to glory,
A mount planted with our names,
A plaque given as trophy,
No media fortune nor fame!!
Just two karma lover's,
With their world around them forgot!
Wrapped soo gentle as present,
Proceeded amongst the docks!!!

A poetic wife shall do me justice,
Unless thus I'm still left drought and dried!!
For her, for one I could die...

To cuddle a warmth of radiating nights!!!

Memory lane,
Why has thine own self been stripped from me?
Ripped from me as a lover to a train!
Kept a captor,
A Dreamweaver of a non believer of all your shame!!
Dissarayed unspoken vows go silent,
Displeasing displays of dreadful day's unfortunately stay violent.
A concentration camp for the next man ahead,
For the boisterous instead,
They save segregated seats!!!
No brocade to be handled,
No martyr's near by to that, that ride of fine scandal's!!!!!
A bonfire lit for criminal's,
Maximum turns to minimum,
Nothing stays clean,
All messages subliminal!!!!!
Restraints of rusted clasp,
Afraid of death,
That I am......
No newspapers, no printings,no blueprints,no plans,
How scandalized art thou type? A-way finger's!!!!
Where star crunches fill for Zinger's in a box of kited complaints.
Soo little seems faint in these computer ******* mammals!

You would swear their from below,
Diseased they breedeth, unfortunately grow!!!!!