If only between thought,
I, at once could retrace,
The steeple of freedom,
The fountain of grace,
Often I wonder,
Upon  a drear,
Only my only,
From time to the mirror,
Without a doubt,
All in a day,
I seldom remember,

For all is again inside of the pin,
For all I have seen I just hope we begin,
Trust in Omega for life never end

Icicles dawn new days,
Lifeless senses across a frozen sphere,
All to often the creeping lion preys on my

Stone cold flesh,
Very inside his instant success,


I saw a man who could not be so,
A man

Without intention or direction,
He controlled how the weather felt about others than himself,

Vivid styles all clumped into a vat,
Of unadulterated kindness slyly
Devising a sure fire way to keep
Going


ONCE:

A made sense if it all,

TWICE:

I fell for a liars crown,

THRICE:

I live again like noontime regrets I seize the day

Let this start,
As many doth do,
Between the fires,
Of grace and anew,
Always I wonder
Of your loving Truths

Again I am asking,
Can we live again,
After the wars hostilities and more,

I call on thee Love,
Your crying call

Of devotion and justice
A guess of the times I see into you,
The nothing of this
Is something of you

Time is whatever you manage to make,
Day in day out, we learn from that which takes it,

To silence the fears that make us,
Feel the hatred that takes us,

Continue, in vain,
Like gestures and coins,
Tossed in the great beyond,

Dimes and platelets of greener days,
Rendered the vision of maximum guilt,
Fortrusions for gone the desert a piece

The lies tingle
Like ever-essence grown,
I lied to you about those two girls,
As if it was the only lie I've told.

Although it wasn't far off,

I could have communicated my message clearer,
But the sounds of drops,
Made my tongue keen to death,

I saw the devil prance around your precious soul,

I'd guard it I thought,
Prying deeper and deeper,

Until one day I lost sight of you,
In the back alleys of my mind,

We go to far back you cried,
As I sit stifled by the darkness your,
Cousin left in,
Maybe that was my own fault far from true Love sought,

If only our carnal desires could have been quenched or destroyed before we had met,

How graceful those times well spent,
Forget all the darkest fears that keeps upon our daring Souls and  
Answer the call of Heaven above

Hello, salutations,
The Calcutta mayhem is,
Tangled in greedy disdain,

The boys from James town live,
In a villa so deviant and decadent,

She's moving the past behind,
The everlasting garble of Love,

They've seized the day and can only,
Wax the cold retreat,
From the corners of their outstretched minds

******,
Was defined by the black iron mace
And shimmering swords,
Words,
Confounded and confined in closets
Of wine

*** and got,
Two examples of naught,
Silent mistreatments around the world,
Holding confusion at heart,
With twists, trifling lists decay,
I slowly find my way,

Outside the base,
Outside the mind,

For the right reasons,
I slowly define,

Girth, gotten,
Pain beneath,
The selective,
Mindless ego

Someday, we will meet again
Like rocks of unchanging nature
We tiddle our barriers beneath,
Silent callings of exasperation
We find our fortune in streams of
Pink lattices drissled in every
Position of pondering

I write this to you
As if you are in my room
Staring blankly at a wall
Or unturned in your bunk bed
While I whistle away our creative bliss
Many will not read this fully,
Because of the vexation of length,
But many do not know you
Or the length of your days
How they were cut short by the change
Of ways,
I sadly recall that I left you barren
For a day for friends cold and brand
I love you my dearest ally
For us life never end
Maybe when Jesus ***** his
Horn of victory we can
Whisp our way to His garden
And steal the night away
Because in Heaven there is no night
Or so the owl does say,
The children are forging
Way beyond their time
Don't forget my friend
Love is not a crime
Until that glorious day
I bit you dear farewell
At all my greatest friend on earth
Atlast we'll sing again,
Breathe for me the air of Heavens great
Delight and bare with me this somber,
Lonely night

Shattered dreams..People often fall for their elusive
dreary spell,
Sages come and talk of nothing,
Children go and speak of something,
For what time does benefit us,
It often leaves us somber,
Surviving me,
Is that man in the corner,
Hopefully by now,
More than just an aspect of creation,
Or a reminder,

She comes upstairs,
Blanketed regrets,
No, Nothing surmising of hope or dignity either,
Just a blank stare,
Of formless opinion,

I knew one with opiates in her hair,
And lilacs in her mouth,
Something of a twist and turn,
She often wondered farther,

Firm believer in truth,
Yet vain reminder of silence,
Are these two once burdened upon frightful congruent spheres
or something random altogether,

I think the fish know,
The way they tangle and soar,
The way they find their way, even amidst a muddy storm,
Cloudy murky waters, like places of time stolen before your
very...

To finish this expose she said,
Bluntly reminding me,
I'd like to introduce a placebo
Look into the chalice in your hand,
Keep looking...
There!!!

We who have lived solemn lives,
Live again as to die,
Without a heartache or a pleasent stream,
To slowly guide a sullen dream,

Wish for me as days go by,
To live a life without the lies,
Of societal youth,
Democratic fields of,
Constant burning fires,

Reckless cares,
Desires and fears,
That destroy the animal paws,

The guilded nighttime,
Barren and cold doth he tell,
Will vile and such the skinless will

Welcome,
Again you have spoken,
Like as if you were just a cylinder,
Lost in the wind tunnel,
Form's and opinions of matter,
Such things,
That didn't even matter,
To begin again,
I again, begin,
Again,
I am a friend, of the fear's that
Keep the moonlight glowing


Seasons, tend like grief in the weeks ahead,
I see the silence and dread,
Of nothing and nothing, nothing again,
To be in that mist of ballad and twist,
My fingers would move without a fidget,
Love like a saddle of evening news,


Hours,
Minutes, Something about zman,
That is why you think you can see me,
Standing in the dreary October,
Wishin' the light of the turn of the eve'
Would handle all of the pain and return all of the rain,
So dreams can fly towards thy sky and paint a better picture nigh

A catastrophe happened,
I say, I say,
All I heard was the sound of the fay,
A whirl and a twirl,
Till the sun melted first,
Like a bottom of reasons that don't contain hurt,

I saw it! I saw it! The sailor announced,
Like as if a ghost had came into his house,
The purpose for me, is the purpose for you,
To live life out,
In the bottom of a shoe,
Don't pounce, or be some shy with me,
You groven truc' von shapaloop'
I saw that man with the mystery chair,
Asking me sharply if I was still there,

I said howdy do,
Mr. you know who,
I just hope you know you,
or better yet your self you do,
To see the fire standing top,
To the see the valley's slow down and stop,
A'ghast the greener' flames' I see,

A little old man, about yay' to be,
Came in with his forest of fears,
And failures, Out with the mustard, and guilty potato's I said alas,
He said get the people together for mass,
Must I said I to him that's so vast,
He said don't worry my love will last

Enstranged by the velocity,
Of reason,
Doubt self pity,

Glistening like the white moon bare,
See the door pressing onward, through,

Time for death's hopeless view,
People, places, things to do,
All in time to be as you,
Could have been before,
Searching the grit and iron at my door

Such a tragic invention
Mr.Montana,
Such a bad idea,
So very far from the essence,

I am searching for your,
Everyday approval,

In desire I see what you need,
Mostly,

As I said previously,
To the black brown bear staring at me,

"Droies betin' me say say I" like a line off a film long forgotten,

I'm a makeshift lifeless doll to this ****** world of crime and hatred,

If you die alone I said to myself,
I'll call you on the little fuzzy phone,
While sitting in the Styrofoam,
Waiting for the heavenly splendors,
To answer again,

Save me from this ****** depression,
The dog howls to God alone,

His voice rings like chirping birds,
And flies like spinning daises

Effort making doubts fly
Mark-up fry
Don't let it all,
Special growing thought
Do you know the river falls
Islands places where the Tigers clash,
Year mystery confusion no doubt

Monday Friday
We've come that away
To remember better days
Always

Like Daisies,
I shift,
un-turned eye's caress,
My utero stance,
I am amazed at all of the way's
A man can die,
Like pigeon breathe in the morning,
Outward and un-biased,
Spewing chunks of waves hit my surrendered vision,


Fortune is a calling for sparrow's nests,
Like Fame is a smell of cheese,
Both require youth and effigies of a tender tune,
One is requite,
Both are reprimanded,

Serving and Being,
Are benign,
In all area's divine,
Like solitude breakfast,
In place's unknown,

My title for this poem should be,
About the daisies, but I forget,
Why the solace was so low?

Did you find,
All you were so solemnly looking for,
Did you see the reasons,
Behind the confusion...
Did you know the answers lie in the back's of your eyelids,
Drifting toward a time,
Of frivolous desire,
Towards to initiation of some being,
Sort,
Or...

Did all the life just get suddenly drained from you very essence,
As you are guided,
Or are you guiding?
Who is what you are already?
Is it something more or less than you are?

Living in ages unknown,
He died as a fool would know,
On a cross he bore the guilt,
Of the sins of the world,

Torn into two this world doth divide,
Price and pain, forever instilled within the mind,


He did not ask what it is,
Or what is was,
He simply spoke,
And there it was,

Life everlasting,
Breathe that is gasping,
Dreary darkness,
Sadness,
melancholy madness,

For a cross to carry,
He gave his life,
To use the broken
and full of strife,
Vicariously murdered,
Inside and out,
Debt that is paid,
On executions gout,
Doubt, confusion,
Something to fall,
In a grain of sand,
My family stands,
On the words of Martyrs once screaming,
For all to end,
To end it all,
Again again again the Angels call

Maybe someday,
We will live,
By the code,
Of goodness give,
But for now,
Let us sing,
Of finer days,
By the wings

Sounds of ice,
Gleaming back a causation or value,
Unknown faces silently breathing,

Show me some of your good time,
Break a nose or structure of cobble-stone,

The flame,
Such a boring stare,
Without hope, Angry, Afraid,
Violent with rage,

Justice is often though of as,
A sweltering heat,
Or an intense pressure towards a unified
Decision,

Break my bones,
Steal my soul,
Stand in the fire,
And loose all control

The shades, They twirl through,
Like a snapped limb,
Over the sun and valleys,
Fish singing, like flogged drifting tears,
Suddenly collapsed along the floor,

Groping regretful,
A light and refugee of who, what,
Or when

Nothing
Inside
Something

That black lump,
Devils Tongue ate from,
The ancient Greece,
Of fire and feel,
Determined of of who you are,
Is something of far,
For twisting,
Twisted,
Turn your ear,
To the side of the door,
And here me,
here me,
here me,
Your Heart
That golden sound of joy,
Of love's holy stay,
Omega forever today