She prances the streets, a ballerina in heat snapping finger's in rhyme! Forget thy time, she telephathicly makes her own.

She lives alone, yet roomies become her attire, maiden of dires, dating site's not accommodating thy interest? Pinterest !

A pipe she keeps next to her bed, juicy lipstick, a prideful head,
Yet still her small green bag does not satisfy.. Queen so blind!

Smoke evacuates the old pried windows that are nailed, for ghosts do haunt her, within and outside..

Thoughts of suicide, as riddles she makes up to stay sane, her mascara pounds to thine rain that leaks into her basement sanctuary!!

Addict's she clings to, monsters she speaks to, as her cats keep good company, I know!!!!

An operetic show, a fatalist as me, yet still hoping for whats not there, unruly she dares!!!

Her street lies beyond the ghettos, 515 dover lane ..
On the east side of town where the bullets meet with trains!!

Factory's of grains that make your daily bread, where thy living and thou dead come in between two world's...

Lonesome young girl, no more chariots can you escape, for thou art blundered and unvaped to the cloud animals thou creates!

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...

I do not just want a quick fling!
I want a marvel,
I seek a queen.....

Adam, how doth thou get misled? Lost thy head to the snakes spiteful pleasures?eternally weathered!

Congenial I feel for thou, blindsided by poisonous virtue, as eve thou hast followed her nudely confirmations!

Cyanide lands thou hast brought us, death hath thou cost us, and enemies thou hast made along the way!

With god that is..

Thou were born unto bliss, and made a slithering cuticle between the slip skipped rocks..

Born amongst the loss of all thou hast taken! Was thy tree of life not good enough greedy taker?

Misfortune seems plainer when it's thy name they shout!!Thou shark made a trout, Now ethnic only to beasts who have fallen!

Didn't thou hear thy calling?

Brutalities beast!!!

Thou had a feast and turned it into darkness, thy secrets have been revealed by that fruit that thou plopped!

Plundered? Forgot, for the dragon made a home out of thou.
Gamashes thou Now needs, doth thou wear tattoos for sleeves?

Now that clothes thou must adjust?

Insurrection thou doth bow to!
Adam and eve a rotting stew!!!

Cat eyes,
Diamond in the haze.
Once to man a slave,
Now a slave to thyself.
Your dew doth melt,
As on a poster you should be!
Thine scars so repulsive to others,
Though so beautiful to me.
Don't you know? Thy sins can be forgiven?
Everyday a thanksgiving, with gratitude to pap you!
No remorse to snapcrack you, just rubies to wear your neck.
Cat eyes, Goshen mind, for whence dareth thou roam?
In this bedroom of incense and sage I light for ones such presence.

This heart stops,
Chataclismic disaster,
A rushing sound fills mine head,
Rushing and working, realizing I'm dead...
A popping sensation explodes these brainiatic molecules..
I step out side mine self..
I see the surgeon's and nurses,
A scapal bloodied and marked, I see the stars and an arch..
I hear all words being spoken as if no one may see me,
Can anyone hear me I yell?
Through a tunnel I fell,
Downwards to thine pit...
In a cell made of spit I can see the snakelike creatures,
Hungry for human spirit!!!
They try to bite and they gnash,
I bow to hands and knees,
Crying!!!!
(Lords prayer comes to mind)
For the demons eyes go blind,
As suddenly......
I'm pulled up back into the tunnel,
I'm starting to regain compassion feeling and pure muscle,
I feel Alive once again,
Washed from these sins,
I see mine own self....
Standing...
With ark angel Michael with the universe on his shoulders
I feel instantaneously overjoyed,
No more sin, no skin void,
An angelic choir I can hear in the background,
As the father's son comes forward..
His light in twixt to your own,
As no need to speak with your lips,
But telepathic gestures...
Your and his thoughts grow bigger,
As around his throne room you shall bow../
I was saved somehow.......!!!!!!!

There's a difference between listening and hearing!!!!
When a man just hears you, he sometimes will look at you sometimes not, but either way he could be looking at you yet just hearing the words coming from your mouth, yet not comprehending the things that you tell him, and not being able to come back with an answer to your question, or a comment to your fact... When you ask him something when your finished talking he just sais huh?

Hearing is when one will make eye contact with you, being able to comprehend all that you say, and being able to give an answer to your question, or an answer to your statement or fact...comprehending all that you say...

There's a difference between listening and hearing, something men and not just men but women do to,

A little hint for some ...():
This would be helpful to you men who pay ATTN to thine own t.v and not the queen and love sitting right next to you, for you must remember, tomorrow may not always come!!!show thy queen your love brother!!!
And women, same goes/to/you.. You have a king who adores you next to you treat him as such, and If you dont have one. Find one who will listen!!! Not just hear you...
Thanks for reading!!

Tender,
Kind hearted maiden,
Wanting to die, dying to live!
Scorched in the abyss of fallen angels,
Star spangled!!

Simplistic treasure,
Lying amongst the feathers,
Where her pillow is made by tears,
Come near!!!

Lavished in garb,
Cloaked by charm,
For men are your downfall,
Foreign dream, ancient queen
Of after hours channels!!

Media shall ban you,
Pull through uncurrupt,
Maker of bluff,
And rainbow intuition!!
Pius of stitches!!

Memorandum you are,
As courthouse judges will shun you,
Glutton movies punish you,
As you were not made for this world!!!

Lost treasure, lost pearl!!

Apparition's of the darkest of days,
Swept feet,rythmless beats, bang on dark caves!!!

Abject, abject , come out of thy tombs, the warmongers draweth near in silk satin platoons!!!!

Cold hit's the wall, rain hits thine door, the floodgates flap open, no rubies on shore!!!

We art all one!! Grains of sand enlightened to Egyptian sun. We art all free, but slaves to what is..

Gather thine good's, for the abysmal's now understood!!!

For their laughing is now mixed with tears, for its thy blood now that sheds humanities darkest of fears!!!

Thy hearts burden is heavy!!!

Thine eye's, dragged and soaked.

Thou canst run from thine self thou Master of dark cloak!!!!!!!!

Tip-top silently, ourn Whisper's go through a box,
Lock me up, tie me down,

For this heart beat's slowly to STOP!!!!!!!!!!

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!!!!!

MESSAGE STARTS
Just a quick note to let you all know that Dad and I love you all really and the recent Nepali earthquakes were mistakes which happened whilst he was taking a **** after a couple of strong curries Mary Magdalen made.
MESSAGE ENDS

She lives on a merry-go-round
senses dulled by blurred vision
maniacal calliope music
rides nowhere every day
mired in circle sameness.

She chose the blue horse
its golden mane rich in gilt
matched her lust then shocked
her as its cold cylindrical pole
ignored her calls to stop.

He rides two steeds behind her
eyes wild, hair disheveled
desperately out of synch
up down to her down up
laps the field again and again.

Hot desire fuels
his mad useless pursuit
anchored by metal plates
bolted to the forever
wildly spinning floor.

The feeling of the blade running across your skin.
The blood dripping down your legs, and arms.
The numb feeling going all over your body.
Is that what you wanted in the first place.
Not to feel your pain.
Also not having those horrible thoughts in your mind.
After awhile those thoughts will come back with bigger urges...