Will you - your sun's inferno burning bright,
Your radiance demanding all the sky -
Reach down a blessed fingertip, tonight?
Will hands know how to meet as you and I
Lock eyes and blind each other with our light?
Let darkness fall. Burn me, your firefly.
The gods will have the sacraments they claim.
These words, an offering, burn just the same.

And will you turn your moonlit face from me?
Will midnight mystery reclaim your smile,
As silver starlight fades to reverie
Until the sky hangs empty, mile for mile?
If I must spend my sight, myself, to see,
At least we burn with your exclusive style.
What shades of you remain are paradise -
A shame I won't bear witness to you twice.

Rapture. The Duke of You, Caesar,
learning of this all and grown-up,
by blood and our power,  if a child
misses having the same name,
meaning, so that as a harlot; They
gather themselves together  (And
human),      or having it available
complexions mistake made women;
unclean. Having arranged the,
or that holdeth the distaff, and the
effete things, not substantial,   more
unmanly, neither of them;            more
antonyms: manly start up in the late
Middle English: the sea removing past |
partners; by ex-              (to explain the
status change), a female.       'children
anything that is unclean.        The sons.
For many questions first.
Rapture,                                   Our guide,

Caesar is everywhere admired by adults,
and our blood is in force;     If a child has lost
sight of  their name,   adjective: they become
prostitutes (And human), both are like having
the characteristics of error occurring through
women; unclean. Ideal for: unmanly,
effete things, solid, more unmanly, feminine;
more antonyms: manly, startup in the
late Middle English:       from the sea,
Affects past partners; by ex- (explain:
state name change) female 'female.'
children,               or exceptions,      unclean.
Children.             For many questions before
we call further happiness;         or happiness,
not for the power of divinity, we need
human services. Have you heard about
the reversal aboard the Argos, Lenora
turning into flames, heavy indications:
strong-fuels, to be peaceable in euphoria
sharing; joy, cheerfulness,   and pleasure;
happy; happiness, happiness
(If you like millennial | education)
Note to the castor sky for you Find out.
This is now on safety; The Life of Jesus
Christ in Words (such as some who
have received a Millennial Education);
ship of (believers) from the Second Time,
in heaven, he walks. Personal
adjustments disappear. For both he
noticed that bedside his shoulders
in the holy place.The challenge to
grow your name is peace; To send
it to euphoria and joy of that happiness;
Blessings and friends showed to the hospitals;
The joy of the laughter; The boat boasting
those whose appearance has caused
a controversy, female, awari, foppish,
unmanly, feminine; non-informal, campy,
camp, flaming:"Happiness has
                           been humbled"

Rapture. By the Duke of Caesar there is a great number of evils;

Many adults have power and blood. If the child,
the son of perdition, but to those who **** the children,
and the children of the insurgents to use their children.
Infant. The effects of many predators
in the forecast have been talking about.

Rapture. Caesar's available to the Duke
and here and there; Most adults have power
and blood. If a young child is lost, but those
who **** infants and children, and their children
so that they are unclean. The sons. Many
of the problems that we may not know in advance.

We now call
Further, happiness or happiness
of the divine power at work in human affairs.
Leonoram hear from the rapture
Definitions: ecstasy, was the promotion of peace;
the euphoria, the joy, the happiness, to the distribution;
happiness, happiness, happiness
(To millenarian doctrine)
to them that believe to pass at the sign
of Castor and Pollux in the sky,
Invention. This safety focus;
health and the advent of Jesus Christ.
The words (such as some millenarian
Education) ships (the believer) from
the second time, the sky, that you should walk.
He returns to his private withdraw
Big trouble in front of the holy.
Ariyanjiyan your name is a synonym for peace;
the promotion, the euphoria, the joy, the joy which,
and assurance of happiness, happiness;
the happiness of a controversy from the ship,
and that he was caught,
the promotion of the dispute?

Rapture. By Duke of Caesar many places are;
Many adults have power and blood. If the child,
the son of perdition, but for those who **** children,
and children of the insurgents to use their children.
Baby. The effects of many of the predators in the forecasts
have been talked about.

Rapture. Our guide, Caesar, is where all adults are certified,
and our blood is power
If the child misses
whose names, meanings: prostitutes
(And human), both available as having
the characteristics of error occurring by women; unclean.
Designed for: unmanly, effete things, solid, more unmanly, feminine;
more
antonyms: manly
startup

late Middle English: from the sea,
Delete past partners;
by ex- (explain state change) female woman. '
children, or exceptions, unclean.
Children. For many questions
before.

We will call
Further, happiness;
or happiness,
not for the power of God,
We need human services.
Have you heard about that change?
Argos Lenora into flames,
Indications: strong-oil,
to be at peace in the council;
joy, pleasure, and enjoyment;
happy;
happiness, happiness
(If you like stroke)
Note to heaven that tells you
Researcher. This is now on safety
The Life of Jesus Christ.
Words (such as some millenarian
Education) ship (believer) from
The second time, the sky, he walked.
Personal repairs are missing
For both you noticed that the bedside of your shoulders
In the holy place.
The challenge to grow your name is peace;
To send it to euphoria and joy
that joy;
Blessings and friends show hospitals
Salt of the smile
The boat was rampant
whose appearance has led to controversy,

female, awari, foppish, unmanly,
feminine; non-informal, camp, camp, flaming
"Pride has fallen"

The level is twice as deep, so it’s twice as cold, passing the heat & fire,
I got & felt, get up & feel, get up cause it’s real, got up & ****.
Some do, some don’t,
**** around & start & riot, spit up some lyrics, too late with that emergency call.
I’ve tasted martyrdom, it’s holier than ******.
A-lot people crave in their yearning, but they all stay bluffing, hollering at the moon, all alone.
You’ll be nothing but bone & ashes, with Grandma
the only one remembering your name.
Monks singing in my ear, ‘**** mystic, ******* ****’. So, if they’re at least attractive,
they’ll be sacrificed on our holy shrine.
It’s easy to be smacking fake poets, gypsies, monks, mystics & muses. My own death is at the back of my mind. My gun is loaded.
Feeling no pressure.
You’ll be next to Dante, next to Baphomet, witnessing Milton reciting, its the best place & it’s within your destiny.
Bleeding in in vain, hating is in my nature.
The ones who can transcend here & in the now can talk about, can’t stand yourself, I understand, it’s hard to come to grips with how you ****** it up & missed your boat. And that’s within life & not even forty yet.
Once upon time, you were an idol, you’re not even a rival now, it’s a crime against humanity, trust me, destroying you is that easy. Put don’t any pen for any blank paper that you write anything on, no one cares & the only reason you have anyone around is out of pity or a quick session. I get it, you’re ditty, I’m musings, you rock boys that’s borderline ****, I rock royal europeans. You’re getting smoked like rolled **** in this realm of reality, I’m not perplexed & rest in the thought it’s supposed to be, like how women ain’t meant to be like you. Terms of you, its easy to glock & aim. Sure you got some skill in the style you live, in the way you create art, you may call it yours, but I call it bitting. Don’t puff out your chest. Accept it & move on. Surrender. I made it out of addiction, instantly learnt how to transcend, you’re the same since sixteen. Unable to part from your past, we all die one day, it’s not a crime unless if they catch me, if they rush my home in the morning, Demons & Masons will storm the station in the evening.
I’ve been peeing in a cup since I meet you, your body has no value, your soul has nothing of value, thoughts spit out junk, emotions of a dying old lady who hadn’t lived. When I raise my knife, I’m going to cut some skin & if the ***** thinks I love her, the ***** don’t know me.
It’s
been
written
God
doesn’t
like
ugly.
Don’t even try eating makeup. I got your friends popping their head at my very thought.
Mean mugging don't mean nothing.
My confidence is in the loud,
your insecurities are in the public.
I’m too legit, the Mystics know the difference between me & you, me dying that’s ludicrous, no respect from me, I’m vet, if I’ve got to do some silence, its only a minor setback, I’ll be right back with Demon, Transcending Enlightenment & a six-pack.  
Your thoughts are not legit,
mystics relate to me, some are younger than buck,
pimping is easy,
no one is thinking of you as a person, so stay of the tip of my ****
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Poverty is the heroine to addiction
If you can’t afford to distract yourself
From the bad habits that normally keep you distracted?
Good luck finding something better than nothing to do
Sooner or later, the voice that “knows better”
Will tell you how to take your pain away
A few easy steps, a few steps back,
And all your troubles will disappear
And so will all your cares, and memories,
Kiss your friends and family good bye
There’s a good ******* reason this **** is addicting,
It’s because it’s AWESOME
It feels like the best friend that was there at every best memory
The helping hand through every break up,
The confidence behind every bold decision
Life is just more comfortable when you don’t have to face it alone
But it blinds you from more than just the nightmares
And the pain it hides doesn’t stay hidden for long
It only gets worse with time
As for time, I hope you have plenty of it to lose
Nothing escapes the black hole,
Not even your light
And you learn too late, this life is too short as it is
Even your closest loved ones learn it’s impossible to love a ghost
You start to mutate in front of the mirror
Your fingers start to forget everything
Your body becomes too heavy to care
A wild fire rages across your mind
Turning pain and memory to ash
The armor you cling so faithfully to
Is poisoning you from the inside out
Pierces your soul with the needle, ***** it out with the pipe
Traps it in the bottle, never again to be yours until you break it out,
Which gets harder with every surrender
As the armor becomes your only skin
Until all that’s left is the pain you tried to run away from, so many years ago
So please, stay with it, stay strong for tomorrow
Sober up, soldier up, and figure this the **** out,
The future is so much better when you see it coming
So much brighter when it doesn’t blind you.

An artist with eyes wide open
sees art spoken
the silence between words and phrases
Illuminates the ideas
within.

They live out thousands of lives
in the confines of one
a commentator, a spectator
yet living and being
and seeing all
no matter how small.

breathing in the darkness and light
meditating on intricacies
Like that of a flower
held by a *****
eternity shivers
Possessed by their grasp
caught between pain and rapture
the pen stains the page with ink
Blessed be the imagination in which they sink
and swim
these poets that are skin
and soul
eyes that travel and unravel
mysteries that we shall never see
places and faces between you and me

The depth of field
and focus of which
can never be seen
the poet is dreamer.

I'm inspired by the fire dancing on the walls
as shadows crawl across the floor toward unopened doors.
I'm pushing boundaries profoundly past my sanity,
past the vastness of my vanity.
I'll capture the rapture of ever after
as disaster's cast around me.
I'll find the magic in the moment
in the beauty to invoke it.
For I've broke and I've been broken
and fear is now outspoken.
I hear the mystery in music and words unheard before.
Like the seers whom always saw it and couldn't be ignored.
Implored by Heaven for the masses
the stars will guide the way.
I'll swim through this sea of darkness
until tomorrow brings us day.
The crashing waves caressing me
at the helm of my dismay.
Splashing me incessantly
whispering foreplay.

What does it mean to make a resolution to be better for the sake of others rather than yourself?


Well I guess that would mean trying very hard. And loving a lot. There's not much that other people have that you don't, but it's more a matter of instinctual self preservation than actual generosity on most days.


So how often is it okay to groom yourself?


It just so happens that there are several fallacies in the instincts of men. There's larges pocket of open air that fester and begin to ring about change in the oldest fashion, through death.


In the end of days, it's said, that shredding dead weight can lift you.

It's a rapture, for sure. There's nothings like lapping in salvation when you know your rap sheet is **** compared to the men next to you.