The cratsmanship of the body
trecangles ebelie gordon(gun)
ph 10.10.8,140305-8...2014...5679857601...111
cerebling like a gatteux
with cake crumbling off the sodes
fixed to you r chest ike hard boiled agg shells
that get stuck on the egg
infilatrated I was once more, by the confucion/distinction
between God and power
and the suits thar they wear
to cover up all their other little atoms.


feasting you might call it
as the gawping , like degradation
was the sarangetti stands tall


What can I say to make my words sound more profound oh God help me with this for poo ever nanny.


the light in the dark room shone normally, not a blink from passers by, as one tends to look up at dark windows more than light ones in the evening; Then at night vice versa. I guess we all look for what we want. Whether that be in the form of justice, exercise, socializing, or even understanding.

There's no particular motive for wandering past and looking up at strangers windows. i wouldn't say it was even curiosity as it's sort of done out of habit.

I feel terribly for animals stuck in zoos. NO freedom, constant frustration. And the so called zooo staff, as psychic aliens, knowing exactly what they feel, and savouring every moment of their torture. If they're on tv you might even here them say 'sorry' but it'll be out of context, and they wont mean it.

I can hear one of my rapists voice outside my door, there's not much choice I have in my attitude towards him, because all of the human information has been drowned out of me in an alien way. hello back to you you cheating ****.

Mes amis et moi
Ont n'a pas les mêmes penchants, mais on cohabite ensemble.
On n'a pas les mêmes religions, mais on mange à la même table.
On est partisans de différentes parties Politique, mais on se parle aimablement et nos débats son sur la base du respect et de l'encouragement mutuelle.
On a différent goût, mais on ne manque pas de s'apprecier.

C'est ça la diversité.

Elle  se veut elle-même diversifie.
Donnez-lui des définitions et des avis diffèrent et elle vous magnifiera.
Seulement garder son sens premier
Celle qui prône : l'amour, l'entente ,  la paix et le vivre ensemble.


Plus qu la vie, elle est en larmes
Plus qu n'importe quelle espèce en voie de disparition, elle est menacée d'distinction,
toujours par les hommes.

Les hommes se plaignent de multiples maux pourtant, ils refusent tous ses baumes

L'homme est décidément la seule espèce sur terre qui fuit consciemment la solution à ses problèmes et bizarrement, ils se plainent sans cesse de ses problèmes.

When words can’t say what you want them to
when your failures resound an anthem or two
I find your tongues more appealing than news
about the location of other phantoms or blues

When lines don’t line up the way I want them to
when I’m left heart-shattered at the peak of noon
Interrogation starts on our quarrelsome revenue
turning into May – is this a “hickie or a bruise”?

But may I ask you – not that I may not – I do
want to know – is this a “hickie or a bruise”?
Is it love is it a fight we put up because I blew
up all the sadness in your discs of jazzy blues?

But may I add to your sorrow a pinch of red hue?
would that enable us to create baby violets in lieu
Of blue depression or red violence – I want you
but wouldn’t choose between a hickie or a bruise

The color violet may be hard for you to value
when things suddenly emerge from the soil to
Bring forth new & renowned substantial food
it might seem like the plants speak in Hebrew

The bruises I tailored for you are hidden in the zoo
wandering preying ‘fore its attempt to ooze on you
But only when the lines line up & words overused
do they finally say my love what you want them to

The wings of butterflies let the sun shine through
now we know this is not a bruise
But a sun-kissed glow
it’s you
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