to thee
I propose again
By metronome
Tell me how has the time bent be tween us

the supercharger could disrupt my any moment,
failed up the butter plug ik
Guys Shove it into repairs that don't help the original perfect
***** of an engine.

Gives into the chase
Faints Squinting to believe your
One lie at a time

I need your ways or else you may be
   transformed into something  else.

Living without it is
   like everyday living on the Angel's edge

Duct taped wings appear when there is
    some groan beating between us.

At locks of your  hair that is quite handsome
but
The fowl smell is just pretending
The gate keeper knocks
At the palace
Goes on inside is u u us is us

Tired of the **** wind
For those who begged be taken
Back to the east
It chases around me
until my final address gives up
A naked defeat
My skin clothes are slacking together
Filled in the dirt piles neatly
   crying, slovenly speak
About the socials gone
pretty and pink bulbs
Upon my chests goodbye letter

Nuts I'm trying to get along with all people including those with whom aren't likely to ask me.
     if only if they asked me if I needed anything like them to pray or have pity.  
      if you think to be included in his hour's rosary then just ask for it
You little side hustler.

Prayers to help another- even if you don't think if you are not doing enough already.

a little smile crawls up into the corners / What a happy circle it made,
I climbed into her naked mouth, and piled the leaves in.

Swim where werewolves go to change.

My Lisha,
You careless mongrel
Presses against me
Drops down the stairs
vile thinly veiled body.

I am a push over your shoulder's white cliffs
I can be gone in an instant,
but not until you untie me
How you are as no man I’ve ever believed.

Perhaps it’s just the same
    Farewell my painting.

Full moon I  wander into the yard
Undress
Because moving away from you
Obsessed the sun
Said so.

a bit confused and paused
  why it's my job,
To get rid of the mice
  chastising me to catch them

oh, !zzznap to just lay around
The kitchen floor
Staring back into that void
THEY be trippin' over catnip.

Come with who you like-
To the rotting gate,
Cold against my skin,
In the gap throbbing-
does it for you.

I did not wander about nature
Manmade was for me
The rain on green plastic Christmas trees.

how to keep somebody safe
  dazed and confused
  
down and out of it
  jumped up too late
  
forgot how it felt,
  for too long

Trace in the sky,  my red nose
Write by hydrant Spray in the sun light
Rub the name off my grave by charcoal.
Free

just sold, from the lower shelf  
this ridge, a bar no one goes,
no one knows, or your name
   whisky amber, what her folks -wagon-
tied a star to,
came with new hook-ups.

these lens ache waiting
through the rain innocently
anchors my bare feet

The green revolution turns away from
our remains of us in cremation as ashes
into water by a similar flushed process;

we go down the drain end up in a sewer
evaporate turn into a upper atmosphere;

But there's no one there, or no one here, who completes the mystery I amazingly trust no one has to known anything else.

The meaning of the story and narrative
It wants to know an answer it won't get,
dissolves freedom, liberates perfection.

wholeness is always absolute chaos, beautiful chaos. nowhere better to get to,
this is my stardust, whole time is no time.

Hand me a  pillow, to listen
not as burnt, if you can still get
a grip or suckle.

Too young to love
I supply  and don't worry

Working on all that money.
but for most the parts forsaken;
from the gold standard drew
and His new line changes
each day, closed with drumming.

Can't see before me
Color it any way for others

What Crazy
Is this The life
It takes away. I won't cry for   today and survive
Suffering
I don't cry for you and make a way to you
Christ

Paint has run out- Lost
Terrible buried in **** all hours of the night
Everyone took a day off.
and as Paint continues strike emptied frames for the last month.
There is no chance for a return to such impressionists; plein air
"open (in full) air"- *All we ****** want is a little bit of blood!

Everything is going to be found
Screamed into phones
Folded away
every crown
Tea eyes walk back
Aloha halos we threw
up into volcanoes.
Just relax your Axis.

half by your ways, half by mine, makes yours' yours'
mine, also yours' -well, you can halve it.

I am
Easy.
I'm
Trying
Not to be.
School bus menu
Gum underneath seats

I wander- in the way that you held me
to how your arms fell
than wonder if cutting across discourages
me to grow.

In the Eyesore of the moon, I was stuck
with my rocket in Alice's, escape,

the earth was just for awhile, and the moon frowned
I was stuck there in its crater

back in the past, every present moment, everyone else fled
back on earth is so tossed around
and still having more shots and blows to take.

    for a rat to race to kickin adrenilin
“a kick”  around corner of #mylife
*               * how I didn’t   ”click with you”
*               * didn’t   ”check you out”
*               * you didn’t   ”click with me”
*               * i didn’t do enough.   we went around
#through this way,
*               * this was the last thing.
*               * the last terrible thing. #famous,
*               * i was ever going to say.

This is the only life I get, and
Regretfully, I’m wasn’t in yours.


Our hearts beat but like ruffled drums;
beating before waves
who came to each day, needing just the present,
without past or future
but there the day ends and It drew its line.


In a clutch in a “click” I was
*               * a roulette game,
every day the Present said, would make me famous.

“for kicks” the last day of #mylife
*               * how I didn’t   ”click for you”
*               * didn’t   ”click”
*               * you didn’t   ”give me a kick”
*               * i didn’t do enough.   #through this way,
*               * this was the last thing.
*               * the last terrible thing. #famous,
*               * i was ever going to be.

This is the only One life and
Regretfully, it wasn’t in it to play "for kicks"
your game...

In a clutch in a “kick” I was heading into
*               * a revolving door,
every next day said, I could go, there with you
and the end of the line, God gave me aid.  He said
the line is drawn!
I was made.
    and that is what made me famous.

toward the unconditioned priceless jems
puts Them on top     of A-social rank
and You are just a napkin, for Me
I, is always a one word sentence.

who are we,
   thieves holding onto any stones we just laid,
only letting go, swiftly reach beyond the gate
to scratch the itch,
to bring creation closer.

how do i slow
a bad no to hair color
when so much is in safety
   lock on you
hiding away
   your eyes
are full breasted
   and saying yes
is leverage
   in my 50 shades of ***.

does it matter, to what's living
space loves in you
once I lift its bells
does it matter, to what's running
art summons in us
once the field in us becomes lazy
does it matter, to what's troubling
times rebel in you
once a test fails
does it matter, what's calling
home is solid,
once you've yelled
does it matter, what's a matter, once
oceans walled or these trees have felled
in these celluloid islands of you.

A ward me like a Gone girl,
   my armageddo roller closer
drew courtship news  
an enlightened line myight  
getto me a ** lol loser
    afor justa $1 ohhhs
walo in thy cokes fire
from the bluish night
and my desire as a doves
   ****** nites you.

Hey !
  freeze you off your subway tracks
Just To work this stinkin' patch
 dance into the arrests
Like you ain't never seen
  That craziness wipes you off your feet.

My Twins will take care to call
  we're sick of the suffering
what'd ya think is nothing
  might be something after all.

This transfer ends the cold is dead ahead
  folks play for keeps when
the living dead come to volume
  for some new kicks like yiu

This One's fame is sick enough
  to make a kind man steam
and turn pop from someday
   into somebody just to say
What you mean you say.

It's all jazz
You make it
Anything from
Restroom.

First of of all.foofa gif. Hum him hum hymmmm

These eyes wobble
Unable to decide
Without a face.
new life awaits you in the off-world colonies, a chance to begin again in a golden land of opportunity and adventure.

Imagine standing in a field just after a storm. The air smells new, and everything around you feels warm — the world is breathing.

You see a rainbow,
bending in the sky,
Unreachable to touch or hold
     yet you are happy,
And don’t know why;


It’s the same way you feel when you see a butterfly or hear a song  
    your heart races away
to understand the world without needing to explain it.

But to make life as art significantly longer--
       To assimilate ourselves
        to the world and to others
        to be humble, compassionate, forgiving and understanding.

     We live. We have our ups and downs.  We hope or wait for something.  Finally, We die,
     and are born again but
We remember nothing.

And everything begins from scratch.
May everything come true.
May, they believe.

And may they laugh at their passions, But above all
  Let them believe in themselves.
  Let them be helpless children
  For weakness is a great thing Because what has hardened will never win.

In a vast, barren landscape
  the sky keeps its oranges and
  purples, until nearly
  understanding isolation
  in eyes heavy with unspoken
  thoughts preparing to reveal.

Rake a plow across the dry soil with bare fingers, dirt caking
as in a mirror--
this act of cultivating the soul—
    each dig is slow and deliberate,
    conveying struggle and toil,
earth is tough, reluctant to yield.

The sea is glazing over, reflecting a flicker of distant light, perhaps fire or stars, to symbolize a revelation, the small hints of something greater beyond them,
cut rapidly into being human.

Show me a field of dormant plants in the ploughed earth,
   imaged we are soon tangled
   roots beneath the  deep unseen realms.

My muffled sound
a heartbeat over the quiet rustle of wind or soil—barely perceptible,
—drawing a parallel between 
the rhythm slow. methodical.

Nearly confronting the cliff's edge in a fog-covered expanse,
There’s no clear direction,
  Where paths are invisible
the inevitable finality of death.

Torn into peices
Life moves away
    my follicles follow,
    Laying finger to unbutton
    in shades blouse silhouette
  
 The water well spat into
  sloped cottage flows down
    forgotten things to prepare
    naught enough time to think
    To hope in soul's certainty.

Antique rust
curvy clean solid lines
100 year old sets
It'$ Improperly odd touch
for a director's cut only.

down and innocent
    grip end of the road stranded
be original.

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Mamas bottom clean pancakes
for medicinal use only.

Beyond to: this life, finely met
leaving the my feet behind,  
to where earths victory is sweet and hungry
I have left you all to meet
and until that day  He welcomed the rest
to trust we will "keep going up with appearances"
to this*" goodbye."

these are my pipes
I made a tone, baked-and done, mastered  
    the laugh,
hears me, and I need a new tone
       for style, for steel
for long, all night long
    sang to wake me, to be
for all the now
for all mymight goes
and all my ties, tied my delicate hands to goodtimes
lands me in bed with you.
burned and crashed us, together.

the song pawns silvery fish
whose fate was worse than death
I had no response
to keep still the sprig
  and digs to when it all began
to give thanks and sits on chairs plays chess.

In you is an agreement unable to decide
  Tomorrow by not going there today'
To be certain walks about unnoticed
  another quick comsumptous feat opens  thin gaunt hungry deaf echo to undo
  making me appear foolish to hide.

I'm going to the sauna
Every body who ever died In loving memory,
there's no stopping me
The end is a heated wet wood room with friends.
You are here ,-invited
Especially the -un.

Containers Unleash
Penned up memories of sleep
Confiding in me.