She believed in love at first sight but had always been disappointed.





He believed that all females are good looking but the soul is the only way to prove their individualism.

Shape shifting reptialians. Cubism. Maximizing my vision. The lack of support contributed in obserd ways. Meditating feeling my blood flow as I feel all the nerves in my brain. So intricately designed I must adjust my focus and spine. I'm always at the mercy of your imagination. Imagine the touch,see, and smell her statements. She is the moon's rays. Surrounding my ocean's base. It effects me on a continuous basis. Someone who is so naturally creative different methods turned into different forms from entirely different perceptions she has an X amount of weapons.

As you cried on my shoulder,
it watered the flowers that you planted in my chest.

Reports of cannibalism, infected war victims, this poetic rhythm amplifies  ever letter written. As I escape unharmed he looks at his arm, empty, he looks to the floor Jude's key but where is she?  Fist grips key and chain, until blood comes out. The sun comes up another day, could it be, the possibility she is alive? Walking around, I hear distant sounds, I see people sprinting  a man getting eaten alive by 5 children, I couldn't help em, and Jude is still missing. Where to start? The  Season changes, it's starting to snow I'm under a bridge with a dog, discovering a book with some of it's pages burned off, I see  pictures of the number 8, a nun ,an hour glass , shells from the past and a quote "sounds resonates from the mouth figure it out". It's the north to south spell to escape hell. I need to find the ingredients, what do you say Dimes  you wit it ? Barking loud because you understand me. So I went on a search for a piece of chalk, three different types of clocks, florida water and a *** slash cauldron the spell worked teleporting  him to a dimension with no hell..... ( To be continued)

Her psychic readings are conducive to astronomy. The feeling warps the time. The space within it. The hours become minutes. The minutes become infinite. I am energy. I am here spiritually and mentally the fools who tried to make me forget about you offended me. Focus on two standards when assessing the threat. Number one is capacity. Number two is intent. At least for my interconnected introspective perspective the more you try. The more you won't forget it. Although I don't have all the answers I am not in the know I can only see what is above and only from below. My mind dives deep beneath it all. I see her holding a trident riding a sea horse bubbles form as I scream with extreme force.
Let me explain what my sonar saw.  A Mermaid holding the holy rosery patrolling the open sea you save me. As the tsunami hits was where I was suppose to be. Poetry reduces the stress dramatically as a result it feels like anti gravity. Thus the teleological dynamics will enhance.  What does one call this genre?  If she is the moon and me the sun then we are modifying the weather with our chakras. Creating thunder storms as ******* form our first born titan. My poems put me in the zone it's exciting . Humans shook because the evil came and ram-sack rooms and burned books. I advised em to hide ours in the woods. Recap the summary. Moon goddess transforms in front of me to a mermaid controlling the open sea. Back to the sky as we leave to produce more planets why? Because that's our knowledge that lies within us the infinite rhythm you predicted this vision I painted the picture as hieroglyphics inside the walls of  pyramids.

@JEANCARLO_OCHOSI- The angel loves the devil out of me, songs become my inspiration let loose the talk of freedom and lyrical alchemy.  The ocean speaks to me, the metal around me vibrates to this melody, the wind puts me in a state of serenity, I can't even remember normal speech because this beach is too peaceful and I don't want to leave. Around my elements, around my Orishas, my teachers, spiritual techniques developed from my dreams,  just know I will never let you go. Life never bores me I just want to read all her stories see her at her ugliest and laugh because the soul is the only thing I see. In contrast to human traditions,  human ambitions I'm sorry I can't listen I was stuck building my own compositions.  My mission is to verify the true meaning of words and free the mankind of all of their delusions.